As eager as she was to leave Hogwarts and begin hunting for her soulbond, a part of her felt nauseous at the idea of going somewhere new. At least here, his ghosts roamed the halls. His laugh echoed through stone walls as she passed by their dungeon. The soft keening from his throat as she caressed him in their little alcove infiltrated her memory whenever the tapestry came into view. Every room, class, hallway, - even the greenhouses held traces of him. Here at Hogwarts it was as though he might appear at any minute through the front doors, having freed himself from the clutches of darkness. Out there, in places they had never visited together, Hermione felt the trickle of dread form deep in her stomach, where the invisible string was so taut it made her feel ill. How would he find her if he got out? Where would he go? 