The fact that he came around the table, his presence next to her, that warm way he held her hand for a moment before he let it go - it all should have been comforting. Instead, it felt a little helpless, and Hermione sighed again, but reached for his hand, too, because the connection was good even if it didn't comfort the way it was meant to. And still, disappointed as they'd always been, just holding his hands fluttered wings in her stomach that she pushed down as soon as she felt them.
"Tracking charm?" Her nose scrunched up at the idea. "It wouldn't matter if he were somewhere we couldn't apparate to. Besides, I think Dumbledore would know." Not that she thought Dumbledore would stop them, though. He'd given them all gifts, after all, as if he expected them all to be together for this.