Through Her Eyes

Chapter 30: Implementation

• "He knows. You-Know-Who. He knows we broke into Gringotts, he knows what we took, and he knows we're hunting Horcruxes."

Harry was shivering, hauling himself onto the shore of the lake as a massive Dragon disappeared beyond the mountains. Wringing out her hair, Hermione's heart and gut filled with ice,

"How is it you know?"

"I saw him."

"You let him in? Harry, you can't do that!" Hermione exploded, holding a hand to her mouth in worry. She knew Harry couldn't really control his own Legitimacy in times of stress, but it was dangerous! No, more then dangerous,

"Hermione, I can't always help it! Well, maybe I can, I don't know." Harry pounded up the bank towards a small forest, flanked by Hermione and Ron, who was shoving the cup into his jacket for safe keeping,

"Never mind," Ron insisted with a hand on Hermione's shoulder, "what happened?"

"Well, he's angry," Harry stated, "and he's scared too. He knows if we find and destroy all the Horcruxes, we'll be able to kill him. I reckon he'll stop at nothing to make sure we don't find the rest. There's more. One of them's at Hogwarts."

"What? You saw it?"

Hermione felt tired and confused...and wet. And she didn't like how deeply Harry was probing around into Tom's head. She was sure he could feel it,

"I saw the castle. And Rowena Ravenclaw. They must have something to do with her. We have to go there, now."

"What? We can't do that! We've got to plan, we've got to figure it out..." Hermione was completely out of her element, just like she had been for her entire year on the run. It was her job to plan. Plan, scheme, take notes and finish her homework on time. She wasn't a reckless girl! Was she..?

"Hermione, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose!"

"He's right." Ron agreed, causing Hermione to frown.•

Hermione sat in the living room of the Burrow, leaning on her knees as she glowered at the plans and notes she had taken on what Sirius and James had told her. This entire mission was a wild card! There were so many loopholes and exceptions to every plan, that Hermione's mind was nothing but a haze. She knew where the doors and wards were, she also knew the rooms in the house like she had lived their herself, but she didn't know the rounds of the Death Eaters,

"Hey sweetie, how's it going?" Molly asked, setting down a cup of tea as she sat in a chair opposite the plotting teenager,

"Not well at all, I'm afraid," Hermione admitted, twisting her mass of hair into a bun as she stared at nothing in particular on the map, "its too unpredictable. And with Voldemort arriving no doubt Death Eaters will be plenty,"

"And why have you decided upon a full moon for this mission? Certainly you would like Remus with you?"

Hermione sighed deeply and rubbed her nose between two fingers,

"Of course I want him to come; but doing this tonight means there will be less Death Eaters about. Voldemort has many werewolves on his side, all of which should be absent tonight,"

"Ah," Molly breathed, sipping her tea slightly, "and the Longbottoms-" 

"Will remain here. They've had a trying time already, I don't want to make it worse,"

"I see," Molly mumbled, "well, it's not much, is it?"

"No. We'll just have to hope for luck," Hermione rasped, "I can't believe I just said that,"