"Not my business?!" Harry threw his hands into the air, almost looking as if he wanted to grab for his wand. Instead, he raked one hand through his ruffled, dark hair, tugging in frustration rather than cursing the infuriating god. "Hermione has always been and will always be my business. She is like a sister to me, Ron, Ginny, and so many others. Have you any idea what you did to her when you sent her back here without a single word for months?!"