"Not that I don't fancy Ron, I do, obviously, since I went through all the trouble of telling him and whatnot." Hermione said as they walked down the street. "But it took us about 10 years to start dating. And marriage is..." She felt her cheeks burning. "A big step."
"Anyway," She said, shaking her head a little. "We're almost at St. Mungos, we'll get checked up, and maybe they can tell us something." Hermione gave an encouraging smile. "It's been over a week since this has all started, they must most something about--" She cut herself off as she heard a sort of wailing or crying. They were a few feet away from an alleyway, and it appeared whatever that sound was, it was coming from there.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, her body tensing instantly. She didn't have a good feeling about it.