Her lookout had come back to her. He was there. Hermione slowly got to her feet and apparated, smiling to herself. Hermione saw an old woman behind her, so Voldemort's servant was here as well, she thought. That would make it easier, the snake would do it all for her and then she would take him just before Voldemort got their. Why I am doing this? said a voice inside her head. Revenge she whispered, the most dangerous thing of all. She started to head towards a house but then she saw something move in the graveyard. Was it Harry? Then she saw him, silently crying in front of his parents grave, tears running down his face. For a moment she wanted to comfort him, to be next to him but then that moment was over. She kept to the shadows and followed him all the way to the house of the famous historian, Bathilda Bagshot. That was who the snake was impersonating, she thought, how could she have been so stupid? Harry had already been inside for a few minutes by the time Hermione had crept up the stairs, she heard a yell and some shooting spells in all different directions. "Stupefy, " she yelled, the spell hit the snake in the middle of its forehead. Harry turned round. "Hermione?" he asked, puzzled. "That's right Potter," said Hermione, inching closer. She grabbed onto him and disapparated to the forest of dean where a group of snatchers were there, waiting for them.