It was a dark rain night and Harry and Harry and Hermione were sitting in the tent, Hermione was reading, while Harry was scratching down misceláneo things from him last inside into Voldermorts mind. Ron had left weeks ago, and harry knew he was not coming back. Hermione stopped crying herself to sleep two weeks back, this made Harry sleep better at night. He knew she was crushed por Ron's actions, but he knew better then to push her about it, Hermione was strong.
"Harry, I'm going to go to bed" she closed her book and half smiled at him, he only nodded. a about ten minutos later her soft snoring...
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