            This break—odd as it was to be trapped in a cabin with two men who hated each other—was more respite from the world than Hermione had had in a very long time. Even while the world crumbled around her—she was more a fugitive than ever, now that the public had attached her to Lucius—and even while her feelings for Sirius grew heavy with need, Hermione could breathe. No research to do. No war to be won. It was like even the prophecy hadn’t existed for an entire week. So long as she ignored it, that is. After Sirius tried to mention his impending sacrifice, Hermione had stopped the topic ever since.