The line of the Thames
She looked across the bridge to Big Ben tolling midnight, then to the Palace of Westminster that was glinting in the bright moonlight.
"Why am I here?" she thought shaking her head there was no way he would show up it was ten years after the original vow was made she hadn't seen him properly since that night anyway. She looked at her watch it was nearly twenty minutes past ten he was late. She really hated people who where late. She turned around with one last look at Westminster and headed back across the bridge to her small flat on the south bank of the river.
"Hermione," she heard her name before she had taken a step and she knew immediately that it was him. His voice had not changed at all. She took a deep breath and turned around.