Swept along with the crowd, Hermione sent a desperate glance across the asortment of beings moving into the sitting room. She searched the crowd for her friends, and picked out the jet black untidy head of one of her best friends. She began to walk towards him, and finally reached him as they neared the sitting room.

"Harry!" She exclaimed. "Are you alright? Wheres Ron? Where are we? I cant think, theres too much going on" The latter part of her sentence was said in almost depression, a gloomy look appearing on her face as Hermione began to realise that until she knew what was going on, even memorizing every book in the Hogwarts library would not help her.