Hermione counted to sixty several times in her head as she found herself no longer in a clearing, but in the woods again. They shouldn't follow me too far in, they don't often stray far from their homes. Hermione dared a glance behind her to see she had been right. She let her head fall back to look up at the woodland covering the sky above her. Fuck. She had been gone from her home for eight days now. Did Harry not start looking for her yet? Did he not care to look for her? No, stop that, it was Ron you broke up with, Harry would look for ma. Hermione pressed both fits to her forehead as she fought back tears, wand still clutched in her right hand. Why hasn't he tracked my wand - Would he even still be able to?