Her heart ached, missing her two best friends. Absentmindedly, her hand reached up and touched the locket that hung just above the peak into her cleavage peeking up just above the neckline of her nightgown. She wondered what they would be doing, how Harry was fairing taking care of Ron who was near death when she had left them. A single foolish spell meant to destroy the damned locket had turned against Ron. However, she trusted Harry. She knew well enough she had left Ron in safe hands. Harry might not have had the full opportunity of school he should have had, but he was smart.