Something was seriously wrong. She didn't know what it was or even where to begin to discover the truth, but she just knew. Her instincts saved her countless times in her lifetime, especially as one of the Dark Lord's faithful. Each minute that passed only further encouraged her to believe something terrible happened. Unable to sit still another moment and certainly unable to sleep, Hermione got out of bed at half-past eleven. She had to do something, anything to try to keep her fear under control.