Hermione looked up when she heard her name. She looked around puzzled, secretly hoping to see Ron. Her eyes fell upon a man in his mid to late twenties. Hermione stood up, still in full combat mode, and drew her wand. After spending months on the run from Voldemort and his spies, Hermione couldn't trust anyone. Then something brought her up short.
"Auntie? You're talking to me? My name is Hermione, but I'm nobody's aunt." She stared at the man with her wand hand slowly dropping, her curiousity getting the better of her.
She raked her eyes up and down this man standing in front of her. There was something familiar about his features, but she just couldn't place a finger on it. She felt like she knew him, but that couldn't be the case. She didn't have a clue where she was. She noticed her wand was lowering and quickley raised it back up. "Who are you?" she asked as her eyes narrowed.