Hermione stood in the middle of her living room, staring around as if seeing her flat for the first time. And perhaps she was, she had been in a fog for the past few months, not really seeing anything that was going on around her. She'd been so caught up in her emotions that she hadn't realized there was an entire world suffering right in front of her. Taking a tentative step forward, she tightly gripped the top of Ron's old chair and swallowed roughly as she waited for the floo to ignite once more behind her. The silence was deafening and she craved the presence of another human being, if only so she didn't have to face the fact that she was entirely alone.