They were ready at eight o'clock. Harry knocked on Hermione's door and she opened to him. She looked like she wanted to hug the life out of him. Something had happened, or she knew something she hadn't last time they met. Harry could tell that, and he didn't like the pained, slightly desperate look in her eyes. It wasn't much better than the fear he expected to see there, for where they were about to go ... or maybe it was just a different sort of bad.