After spending almost the entire day hiding under the covers, Hermione was bored. Bored and furious with herself. Why was she wasting so much time being afraid? Did someone throw her back inside her broom cupboard when she wasn't looking? The depressing thought that maybe she was still stuck in that damned broom cupboard and the last twenty years of her life had been nothing but a figment of her imagination made her laugh. How awful would that be if it turned out to be the truth? She certainly was crazy enough to believe the possibility. Life wouldn't be that cruel to her, would it?