Hermione was worrying about Harry so much that when she heard his voice; she thought it was her imagination. She stilled, listening intently to the quiet of the house, and the murmur of Harry’s voice was clear. Hermione sat up slowly, wondering who he could be talking to. As she exited the room to the hallway, she heard his low voice again, as if he was having a conversation with someone. Worry stabbed at her. Had he gone back on his promise and called the resurrection stone? 