I bit my lip, where had he gone? The Harry, Ron and I knew? The harry I knew...and my God, the worry? It was like a whirlwind of emotions, running through me- making my stomach flip, and my hands shake. Would he ever be okay again? Stop it Hermione, You're being silly, of course he'll be alright. I looked down at or hands, still clasped together on the cold stone of the windowsill. His knuckles were white from clasping so hard. I bit back tears and exhaled-
"Oh Harry.." I whispered to myself "Please be alright"