Morning could not come soon enough for Hermione. She had lain awake throughout the night, turning over the events in her mind. Trying to make sense of what was happening to her. She didn’t wait for the others to stir, needing to be alone; because what the bloody hell was she supposed to say or do when she came face to face with Ginny Weasley or Lavender Brown? She was still in shock that she had been standing before the Harry Potter. 