Hermione was stroking the picture with delicate fingers, looking at it with such reverence, such hope, such earnest desire ... but also with something else. Something sorrowful. Harry hated to think it was resignation ... but the expression seemed to fit perfectly. Harry felt his heart crack as he looked at the scene. Young Hermione was daydreaming, pretending she was in a world she didn't think would ever really exist. One at Harry's side, hugging and supporting him as a steady girlfriend would, just before he did something standardly dangerous in his warped life.