We swiftly made our way back to the battered book resting in the snow, I felt drawn to it.

"What happened?" A scared Ginny asked.

Instead of directly answering I replied, "The virus is spread through bite. If any of them get near you, avoid their mouths at all costs."

Silence invaded to clearing, everyone processing the information quietly.

My heart thumped as my eyes gravitated to the book. It was pulling me, grabbing me, tugging me. I was lost in its grasp. I was alone in its hold.

"So no more kissing?" Harry asked, trying to make a joke for our benefit.

The spell broke and I winced. A painful hole in my heart began to form. And then Hermione was flipping through the book with me at her side.