Harry was curled up, sleeping fitfully. He didn't sleep much, and he had the horcrux with him, which just meant his dreams were even more strange and hard to take.
He wasn't asleep that deeply anyway, and he was edgy and paranoid, so Hermione bursting in had him bolting up, groggy but wand already in hand and pointed toward her before his brain cleared enough to really understand who she was. "Bloody hell," he mumbled. He rubbed a hand across his eyes and looked at her, frowning.
"You know where they are?" he asked flatly. He pursed his lips and shook his head. "How does that do us any good when we fall apart just carrying ONE and don't know how to destroy it?" he demanded.