For some reason, seeing him back in his Slytherin attire tugged at her heart. He was freshly showered and looked suave as usual, but his face was extra pale and his eyes appeared heavy. His entire life had changed just a mere week ago with the loss of his mother. The only one left who loved him. Now he was expected to just continue on like nothing happened with not a single condolence from the Headmistress. Hermione thought of the long and lonely days he had ahead, wandering the castle in search of empty classrooms in between his appointments with the professors...