Another morning arrived. Unable to keep her eyes closed for another moment, Hermione knew she should just get out of bed. Antonin was fast asleep next to her, and she was afraid that she would wake him up if she moved around too much. He had been so tired. Everything about the fall of the Dark Lord was draining his energy. She noticed it before they had to flee, but it had only gotten worse since they started living in Augustus" house. Would there ever be a reprieve for them? She worried that they were just delaying the inevitable.