Ron and Hermione looked at her with looks of curiosity and Ron had a hint of bewilderment on his expression. Ginny was still playing with her fingers, as of counting them, while lost deep in thought. Ron opened his mouth to ask what she was waiting for but she just put her hand up, indicating that she must not be disturbed. A few long seconds of her looking up to the stars as if they had the answer and Ron and Hermione waiting patiently later (well, Ron wasn't completely patient), Ginny shot her index finger up, as if it would shout 'Eureka', making Ron and Hermione startled.
"Well!?" Ron asked, completely empty of patience.
"I think," Ginny started, "that if Voldemort really is hiding in the Riddle House then he ought to have his servants around him."
"And how exactly will that probability help!?" Ron snarled, while Hermione listened patiently.
"Well, we have Polyjuice Potion don't we?" Ginny said, indicating them to put the pieces together too.
"And?" Ron was completely unaware of what was in the two girls' minds.
"Of course!" Hermione cried, "Ginny, you're a genius! How didn't I think of that!?"
While the two girls celebrated with excitement, Ron was still busy thinking. He couldn't understand what Ginny meant. He stood there, his eyes representing the confused state of his mind, before Hermione told him. They would be stealing the hairs of any of Voldemort's servants and be using them in the potion instead of the people from the village.
"But won't they recognize us?" Ron asked.
Hermione and Ginny sighed. Ron still wasn't able to keep up. Hermione told Ron to stay awake while she and Ginny went to sleep. It wasn't quite easy, going to sleep. Though Ginny was full of excitement, she was tired enough to drift off easily while Hermione found it hard to sleep because she was worried. She was worried about the dangers of this. Voldemort, himself might be there. It may be unlikely but it may be likely and anyway, it wasn't as easy as it sounded. They would have to find the house, which shouldn't be much of a problem at all but fighting Death Eaters. A lot might be there or maybe even none at all. And Harry. What if he really was dead? What if Kingsley had been under the Imperious Curse or maybe he wasn't even Kingsley. Maybe it was a trap- a Death Eater in disguise? And what if Harry wasn't there? What if Voldemort wasn't hiding him there, wasn't there himself either?
Hermione couldn't sleep at all. She hadn't had enough sleep for days, neither of them did. She had dark circles under her now baggy brown eyes and it was the same with Ron and Ginny. She got out of bed, after a lot of time thinking. Ginny was fast asleep. Hermione tip-toed out of bed to go outside. Ron was on the ground. It was pitch-black outside, even the moon was hidden behind the large conifers, but a small light emitted from Ron's wand was enough for her to make her way towards him.
Ron was reading the diary in search of any possible clues. Hermione sat down next to him and placed the lantern she had on the ground. Ron told her to go back to bed, as both of them would when the other wouldn't sleep, but Hermione protested. She couldn't help but tell him of her thoughts. How the danger worried her, how the possibility of Harry not being there harassed her, how it bugged her that they could be in the wrong place or Kingsley might not have been in his senses while telling them Harry was alive. At first, she had been entirely sure that Harry would most definitely be in Little Hangleton, but then her certainty was slowly fading away. She couldn't bear the thought of having to hear it again. That Harry was dead. That he wasn't really alive.
Ron listened to her worries patiently and told her that even if anything did go wrong, it would be for the best. "It's what Mum always said," he laughed. He assured her that things would go as planned, though his mind was saying otherwise. He, too was worried. They were more worried about Ginny. She was a bit inexperienced in these matters, while they had been on a mission as this before. Then again, they had, at the time, been just as inexperienced as she was now.
"Things will go as planned," Hermione assured herself, but she knew that they never do.