Hermione peeked to the entrance of her tent where she could barely spot the sky. Darkness wasn't far ahead, and she knew it would mean the minutes of waiting would soon begin. The time from the early darkness to when she could hear all of them around her were the worst. The unknown if someone had been caught or hurt. Through her Bond with Draco, she always knew if he was hurt or not. But she could never know if he had been captured or in any other way prevented from returning to her.