Walking up towards my throne, I pulled out my hand mirror and opened it up. Harry’s contact came up and my assumption was correct. Releasing a heavy sigh, I tapped on the accept button. His face came up and I could tell he was not happy. As his eyes landed one me, they turned confused for a moment before he realized it was me. Then the anger came back. "WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING, HERMIONE!" There was another slough of curses sent my way for a while. Each time, I leaned further and further away from the hand mirror.