Hermione turned to the table off to the side, where her things had been placed. Items salvaged from the accident. Her book bag had been brought in. And there... Her Harry Potter book sat there, waiting for her to pick it up. Begging to be reread again. She bit her lip as she slipped to her feet once more and hobbled to the table, her fingers gripping the book greedily. She flipped through its pages, ignoring the growing headache, searching and searching for his name.