"I rather think it’s someone crying," Hermione said quietly. They set off through the maze, taking the turns which seemed to lead them closer to the source of the sound. Finally they emerged into the centre. It boasted a fountain featuring a golden statue of a nymph with water pouring from both its breasts; curled up on the edge of the fountain’s base, her face wet with tears, was the last person Hermione had expected to see.