But a new image was forming, it took Harry's attention away. Hermione was lurking at the bottom of one of the spiral staircases of Hogwarts. Or was she hiding? Harry couldn't tell, but she was the same age as the last memory, pacing around fretfully. Why would she be acting so suspiciously? And why did she look so unspeakably nervous? Harry moved closer and saw Hermione was mouthing something to herself, her voice nothing more than a wisp of breath.