Harry emerged and began to help. Hermione wouldn't mind going out for more food sometime. It was kind of hard to keep drinking tea. She wanted variety like milk or cider. She started to when Harry helped serve. "Mmm, this is a lovely treat for us, isn't it?" She began to eat and glanced around. Something felt wrong though. Something seemed unsettled. She glanced to Harry and realized he was still a little preoccupied like he had been last night by the christmas tree. "Harry, are you alright?" She asked him. "Ever since I brought up the Sword and Godric's Hallow, you've been acting quiet." She frowned as she finished what she could and turned fully to him, straddling the bench. "I'm sorry if I upset you but you can't..." She put a hand on his shoulder and paused, trying to be careful with her words. "You can't keep holding on bad memories." Hermione finally said.

"It's your home and I know it might be hard for you to go but I'll be with you. If...that helps." She smiled a little. The witch hated to see Harry uncomfortable and she wanted to help. She just wasn't sure how. She was doing her best. She got up and took her things into the small kitchen area and washed her plates and dried them quickly. "I think I might just read for a little bit or listen to some music, if you need to talk..." Hermione trailed off and just headed back to her part of the tent and picked up the book Dumbledore had given her. Countless times it had been read and analyzed but she wasn't satisfied yet. The girl laid down on her stomach and started to read one of the many children's stories.

It seemed it was comforting. Children's stories were charming and cute, cleverly disguised as something anyone could related to but even songs and short stories meant for children could have a darker meaning, one which could only be found by those of a certain age and history. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. She and Harry had been through so much that she could hardly enjoy most things she did as a child. Perhaps she knew too much. Too much pain, suffering, fear, loss, struggle. She opened her eyes again and skimmed over the simplistic words in front of her which rested on her pillow. She had day dreams of being a mother and making sure her children weren't as tainted as she was.