But the first memory Harry saw wasn't about Ron at all. It was just Hermione, sat all alone on her bed at Hogwarts. He knew it was Hogwarts because she still had her Gryffindor robe on and Crookshanks was playing with one of the tassels where it had trailed to the floor. At first, it was just Hermione, her cat and the bed against all that stilled whiteness everywhere else, then slowly the whole dorm materialised around her. Harry guessed she was around fourteen or so. She looked adorable. Harry had forgotten how cute she was back then. He chastised himself ... he wouldn't forget that again.