Capítulo 442: 26
You Have A Plan.
Hermione awoke when the sun began peeking through the window in the Room of Requirement. She took in a long breath as she stretched, and smiled to herself when she felt Harry's arm, which was draped over her waist, pull her a little tighter. She relaxed into his half embrace and sighed contentedly. She thought briefly about going back to sleep, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. She had never been able to waste the day as it were. Besides, today was Dumbledore's funeral.
She quickly shoved that thought aside, and began to think on all that had happened the previous night. Harry had set her straight about their physical relationship, and she was so thankful for it. He had been right. While she deeply wanted to take that next step with him, last night would have been the wrong time. Her emotions were all jumbled due to what had been happening, and she had been afraid of never getting the chance to make love. She had doubted him, and that was wrong. If anyone could defeat the dark forces, it was the man who was still sleeping next to her. She'd seen what he was capable of. She'd seen it for herself on several occasions. Harry was going to win. It was just that simple.
Hermione rolled over, so she was facing her boyfriend, and just watched his face. It was as relaxed as it ever was, giving no hint as to what he might be dreaming of, or if was even fully asleep. Even after all this time, he was still difficult to read. She wondered if she would ever know.
This led her to imagine the future. Waking up on a day just like this with his arms wrapped around her protectively, and the sound of children getting into mischief. Hermione sighed at the mental picture she was painting with Harry opening his eyes and sighing, knowing they would have to get up to make sure their children wouldn't destroy the house, and then make their breakfast before sending them out to play. She then grinned widely at the idea of sending their children to Sirius to be watched while she and Harry went shopping for the day. She loved the idea of Sirius unable to control two or three kids, especially after training Harry so well. A fitting punishment to some degree.
Back in reality, Harry took a deep breath almost as if he was waking up, but his face remain the same, and he made no movement. Hermione hoped he was still sleeping, as she really didn't want to get up just yet. It was just too perfect a moment for her, and she really didn't want to return to the real world just yet.
Hermione continued to watch as Harry slept, and her eyes drifted to the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, which looked almost fresh. Angry and red against his light colored skin, almost as if it was still healing. Hermione figured it was likely a byproduct of the magic that created it. Perhaps it would never ever fade.
She remembered Harry telling her how that scar had once held a part of Voldemort's soul. She wondered idly what it might have been like. If the soul fragment had been conscious, and aware it was living within the child it had tried to kill, or if had been dormant all that time until it was removed. She wondered if it had affected Harry in any way. Had it been leeching his magic like some kind of parasite? She shuddered a bit at the thought of having something like that, and being unable to rid yourself of it.
This just went to prove once again how strong Harry was, and how wrong she was to doubt him.
Snuggling in closer to him, Hermione began to think about how much her life had changed in less than a year. At the start of the year, she had boarded the train expecting another year of torment, and ridicule at the hands of the people who'd spent the past five years making her miserable. That all changed when she'd taken a seat in in the same compartment where Harry, looking like a pile of black rags had been trying to sleep.
She wanted to laugh as she remembered buying snacks for him in case he woke up, though she hadn't really understood it at the time. She had known whoever was under that coat would wind up disliking her. But he had stood up for her when Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley had come to pick on her. He had sat with her at dinner, and walked with her to Gryffindor Tower that night, even making Seamus Finnegan cower when the Irishman had shoved her to the side so he could talk to the boy who'd returned from the dead.
It was that same night that Lavender had begun to reach out to the girl she'd shunned for so long. It had taken a ot, but eventually Hermione had come to trust Lavender, and they had become friends. And Neville, the only person who'd never said anything negative to her, but had never truly reached out had become a friend as well.
But there was more. People had apologized to her for their behavior towards her. Slytherins had apologized! She'd gone to a slumber party. She'd gone to a New Year's Eve Party. She'd been accepted, and people came to her for advice. All because she had chosen that compartment.
Tears formed in her eyes as she smiled. She'd said it to herself so many times over the year. Harry had been sent here to Hogwarts for her. Fate had decided she had suffered enough and given her Harry, and she felt blessed. No matter what the future held, Hermione's heart would always belong to the messy haired, green eyed soldier.
Try as she might, Hermione could no longer ignore the call of nature that had been building for the last half hour any longer. She groaned softly at having to get out of bed where she was so comfortable, and content, but she knew what could happen. Besides, if she was quiet and slow about the whole thing, she might be able to slip back between the sheets and Harry's embrace without disturbing him.
It wasn't easy, but Hermione finally managed to extricate herself and padded to the bathroom, hissing as her feet touched to cold stone floor. She wrapped her arms over her bare chest as she questioned what had happened to her baby doll during the night. She remembered it coming off, but she had no idea where it wound up. She decided an summoning charm would find it when they were ready to leave.
When she finished taking care of her body's need, she decided to run a brush through her hair before going back out with the full intention of slipping back into bed with Harry. Maybe they could have a nice long snog before getting up and going to breakfast. She couldn't imagine a better way to start the day in all honesty. At the thought of her boyfriend's hands upon her skin, Hermione all but sprinted out of the loo.
However, when she came back out of the bathroom, she found Harry not only awake, but nearly dressed, and looking rather determined about something. He was looking out the window as he tied his boots, almost as if he were expecting to see something, or someone coming towards the castle.
"Harry?" She started. He gave her a brief look as he stood and grabbed his robe.
"I have to find Snape." He said without preamble.
"Wait, what? Snape? Why?" Hermione felt really off balance here. Harry came up to her placing his hand beneath her chin, lifting it delicately to place a soft, loving kiss upon her lips. He then brushed past her, speaking over his shoulder.
"I'll meet you in the Great Hall. I just need to have a word with our Defense teacher." He said evenly.
"Harry, what's going on?" Hermione called out after him, but he simply called out that he loved her and he would see her later. Hermione felt as if she'd been punched, and felt a bit angry suddenly. They had had a really good night, and he just ran off with barely and explanation. Deep down she knew he wasn't blowing her off, but it still stung.
With no other choice, Hermione went to the bathroom, and showered and changed before heading to the Great Hall.
When she arrived at the Entrance Hall, she saw Neville talking to a familiar blonde that was most certainly not Lavender. Hermione slowed down, not wishing to interrupt, or but in. After a couple of minutes, Hannah Abbott turned on her heel and ran past Hermione, tears in her eyes, hand covering her mouth, face red with anger. Hermione looked and saw Neville's shoulders slump.
"Are you okay?" She asked as she walked towards her friend. Neville shrugged.
"Where were you and Harry? I had to lead the Defense club this morning." Neville tried changing the subject.
"Don't change the subject." Hermione said testily, knowing that she wasn't mad at Neville, but unable to stop herself from lashing out. "What happened there?" Hermione said, motioning with her head in the direction Hannah had run off. Neville sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, a motion Harry sometimes did when he was frustrated. She couldn't help the soft smile the emerged as she thought perhaps Neville had spent too much time with Harry.
"Hannah was under the impression that we were going to try being together again. We've talked about it, but I never said one way or the other. I had to tell her the truth." Neville said as he and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast.
"And what was that?" Hermione pressed.
"That she hurt me really badly." Neville said taking a seat across from Hermione. "I should have talked to her before this morning, because she saw me and Lavender holding hands when we came down for practice this morning, and she got really angry when Lav kissed me. I guess she waited for me to come down afterwards so she could find out what was going on. I felt so bad Hermione." Neville looked up at his friend.
Hermione just looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"She's been through so much, but I just… I think she'd always blame me, you know? She says she wouldn't but somewhere deep inside, I think she would. I mean, I'll always care about her, but we're so different now. She got really mad at me when I said we would always be friends. She accused me of leading her on, or something. Then she started saying all this horrible stuff about how Lavender was just using me because my family is wealthy and how she would just cheat on me like she did Ron…"
"I'm sorry Neville." She said. Neville shrugged.
"I wish things could have gone better. I never meant to hurt her, it's just… well, Lavender's been honest with me from the start. I knew what happened with her and Ron, and she told me all about it. I mean, not the details, but how she felt really bad after and how she never wanted to feel like that again. You know she even offered to make an unbreakable vow, can you believe that?." Neville shrugged again.
"So you two are official now?" Hermione asked as they made their way into the Great Hall. Neville's goofy grin was answer enough.
"Yeah." He said wistfully. "We had a really long talk, and then an even longer snog and I…"
"I don't need the details." Hermione cut him off. Neville laughed as they sat at their customary spot at the Gryffindor table.
"You never answered my question. Where's Harry?" Neville asked, pulling a plate of toast towards himself. Hermione's smile faltered and she turned to look towards the Great Hall's archway, hoping to see her wayward boyfriend.
"He said he needed to speak to Snape." Hermione sighed, feeling a little resentment at having been brushed aside. She knew that he hadn't intended to hurt her, and he must have his reason for it, but she couldn't think of it, and was becoming impatient. All she needed was an explanation, and she would forget all about it, she was certain.
"Snape?"
It was Lavender, who'd just appeared. She sat next to Neville, and kissed him lightly, making the once shy boy smile as bright as the sun outside. She looked as lovely as she always did, but Hermione thought she looked a bit prettier today somehow. Perhaps it was because she was really happy right now or something.
"Don't they hate each other? Didn't Harry nearly kill him a few months ago? Why would he want to talk to him?" the blonde asked curiously as she stole a strip of bacon from Neville's plate.
"Harry said he had to talk to him, but he wouldn't say about what." Hermione said. "So I guess congratulations are in order?" Hermione said to the blonde who grinned and lay her head on Neville shoulder.
"You were right all along, and I should have trusted you more." Lavender smiled back.
"Well, you've learned your lesson and that's all that matters." Hermione smirked back. "I am really happy for you both."
"Thanks." Neville said, and Lavender just smiled, before her head popped up and caused the other two to turn to see what had caught the blonde's attention. Three men were entering the Great Hall, all of them looked to be quite old, and all were wearing fine black robes. Professor McGonagall was heading up from the Head Table to greet them each.
"That's Arcturius Blanchard." Lavender said softly. "He's the head of the international Warlock's society."
Both Neville and Hermione gaped at her, and she scowled back at them.
"I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks you know." She snapped.
"No one said that. We were just surprised." Hermione said. "I didn't know who he was."
"I suppose we'll see a lot of really important people here today." Neville sighed, and the mood came down between the three friends as the significance of the day settled on them. They continued to speculate about who might be showing up to say farewell to their former Headmaster, and who might become the new head of Hogwarts school.
They remained in the Great Hall for a while after finishing breakfast, though Harry never showed up. Eventually they headed back to their common room to wait for the ceremony to begin. Hermione occupied herself with reading as she usually did, but couldn't really focus as she was becoming concerned with Harry's absence. Anytime she heard the portrait hole open, she would look up hoping to see her boyfriend, only to be disappointed each and every time.
At noon, snacks appeared in the corner of the common room, as there would be no lunch that day. And Lavender came over to let her know they should get ready.
All students were asked to where their best school uniforms for the services, and everyone seemed to want to look their best as a show of respect.
At half past one, Professor McGonagall came to escort all the Gryffindors down to the grounds where the funeral was to be held. Hermione walks beside Lavender, and was a little surprised when her friend grasped her hand. Hermione turned, and saw Lavender was already tearing up a bit.
There were literally hundreds of white chairs set in rows and Hermione saw groups of witches and wizards sitting, or in small groups speaking to each other. It was so strange that the final farewell to Albus Dumbledore should happen on such a beautiful day. The sun was bright, and there was not a cloud to be seen.
There was a small stage with a podium, and a plain looking white casket was set upon a small dais. There was a line of chairs that Hermione guessed the special guests, or perhaps Dumbledore's family might be seated.
Hermione took her seat, and Lavender left a space between them.
"For Harry." She said and Hermione smiled her thanks, and began scanning for her wayward boyfriend.
"Come on Harry, where are you?" She said to herself.
Harry felt guilty for leaving Hermione without an explanation, but somehow, he knew time was essential. It was far too strange for Harry's liking to see Snape sneaking off the way he had the night before. Harry had been informed that Snape had turned spy for the order years ago, but he also knew what Snape had done before he'd had a change of heart. Harry couldn't help but think that Snape may have chosen to return to the dark, now that Dumbledore had passed.
Harry moved with purpose through the castle towards the Defense teacher's office. If he wasn't there, then he would check the dungeons. Harry was aware of Snape's employment history in Hogwarts, and knew that even though he no longer taught the subject, he still brewed potions for the Order. There was a good chance he was checking on his concoctions.
Harry entered the Defense teacher's office to find it empty. Harry quickly turned and headed for the dungeons. If he couldn't find the greasy man there, he knew he was going to have to seek help. Thankfully, Remus, Tonks, and Sirius were staying in Hogsmeade so they could attend the funeral today. A quick patronus would get them here fast, and they could cover the castle faster and find the spy.
"Damn." Harry said when he found the dungeons to be Snape free. He did find the special room where Snape's private lab was. He did a quick scan of the brews to make sure there wasn't anything dangerous that could be used against the Order, and was a little surprised that there was only healing draughts, and Wolfsbane, which Harry knew was being given to Remus.
With no other options left, Harry conjured his patronus and sent it with a message to his guardians, before turning to head up to the grounds to meet them at the gates of the school.
Harry only had to wait five minutes before he heard three pops and Sirius, Tonks and Remus appeared down the path, just outside the wards of the school.
"Your message sounded urgent.' Sirius stated as he walked closer to his godson.
"It could be nothing, but…" Harry shrugged.
"Your instincts have been pretty trustworthy Harry." Remus said with a soft smile. "Tell us what's got your hackles raised."
"Last night, I saw Snape sneaking off the grounds." Harry started.
"Not that unusual." Sirius replied. "A lot of teachers will head to the village after the students have gone to bed. Dumbledore went for a drink three or four times a week."
"I don't think he was going for butterbeer. He seemed nervous, and kept looking over his shoulder. I can't be sure, but I swear I saw him touch his left forearm before he apparated." Harry said looking to each of the three.
"Where were you?" Tonks asked.
"Up on the seventh floor." Harry responded.
Sirius and Tonks made faces of disbelief while Remus looked pensive.
"That high up, Harry, I know your eyesight isn't that good. You can't be sure…" Sirius began, but Harry held up his hand to stop him.
"Sirius, I admit that I could be wrong, but given all we know about the man, and how he was protected by Dumbledore… Isn't it even the least bit possible that he may have chosen to side with someone else who could protect him now?"
"It can't hurt to speak to him, and find out just where he was last night." Remus nodded.
"We have to find him first." Harry said. "He wasn't in his office, or his lab, and I have no idea where his quarters are."
"I do." Sirius sighed, making to head to the castle. "Remus, why don't you try and speak to McGonagall, and let her know we're looking for her Defense teacher. Tonks, find Madam Bones. Harry, see if you can't find the git in the halls. If after an hour you can't, head back to his office, and wait. Eventually he'll show up there, or we'll come get you. Patronus when any of us find him."
Harry nodded and followed the three adults into the castle. He immediately headed for what he believed were the most traveled corridors by teachers before looking in some of the lesser travelled passages. He asked a few Slytherins if they had seen their head of house, but got only negative responses. At the end of his hour, Harry headed for the Defense office once again.
He quickly made his way back to Snape's office, spying Hermione and Neville, along with Lavender heading up the stairs to Gryffindor tower. She hadn't seen him, and Harry felt another pang of guilt. He had promised to meet her for breakfast, and had broken his word. He knew she would understand, and he decided he would make it up to her. Right now however, he just knew that he needed to find Snape. The feeling of foreboding was getting stronger.
Harry opened the Defense office door once again to find it still empty. Harry went and sat n Snape's chair, and look at the piles of ungraded essays, and the advanced defense books. The office was dark, as all the shades had been pulled down, and with the moving pictures of people suffering under curses on the wall gave the room a dark and discomforting feel. Harry grimaced. Snape tried to rule over his students through fear, just as Voldemort tried to rule the magical world. It made Harry's stomach turn.
Another hour passed, and Harry had heard nothing. No one had come for him, and Snape had yet to appear. Harry was becoming agitated, and had begun thinking that maybe he would go find Sirius when the fire flared high and green, and Severus Snape stepped out of the floo.
The first thing Harry noted was how pale the Defense teacher appeared to be. His skin was paler than normal, and his hair looked sweaty.
"We've been looking for you Snape." Harry said coldly, drawing his wand. Snape flinched, and his wand was in his hand and aimed at the intruder, just as Harry's wand was up. "I'd put that down if I were you. Remember what I promised you."
"Potter, thank the gods." Snape said, immediately dropping his wand. "We don't have much time."
"Where were you? Where did you go last night?" Harry asked, moving from around Snape's desk as the man bent at the waist, holding his side. As Harry observed him, he noted that he was acting very strangely. He looked exhausted, and extremely anxious.
"Listen to me." Snape started, standing up again. "We don't have a lot of time."
"So there it is." Snape concluded, his voice scratchy from so much use. "We don't have much time."
"We've got to evacuate." Amelia Bones sighed. "We don't have enough people here to fight, and…"
"We can't do that." Remus replied. "The first sign that we're evacuating, and Voldemort will know Snape told us everything."
"One man or thousands" Sirius said matter-of-factly. He looked at Snape apologetically, and the defense teacher scowled back. Sirius gave a shrug.
"Where are we going to send everyone?" Amelia asked. "Hogwarts will only keep them out so long. I mean if we could get the professors to activate the protective wards…"
"There are some really powerful people out there who could reinforce the magic and make the wards stronger." Remus suggested.
"The Dark Lord won't allow that to happen." Snape shook his head gravely.
"We end it." Harry said coldly, staring at the desk they were all huddled around in Snape's private quarters. "Here. Today. Once and for all, we end this war."
Silence fell as everyone turned to the teen and stared incredulously as the boy drummed his fingers on the table.
"Harry, I know you think…" Amelia began, but Harry looked up fiercely.
"We have the advantage. We know when and where he's going to attack, and we have the numbers on our side. Sure, a lot of people will run, but a lot of them will fight, if only to honor Dumbledore."
"Harry, there's kids out there." Tonks said from the chair she was sitting in just behind him.
"I'm aware of the tactical situation." Harry replied. " But you aren't aware of everything. A lot of them have been training with me. They can fight. At least long enough to get to the castle and safety. We can warn them. Give them a signal to run back to the castle. So long as we keep the Death Eaters out and Voldemort preoccupied, they'll be safe. What we need to do is get reinforcements here, and word to the Aurors already on guard. We need to warn every one in the Order, and if they aren't here already, get them here."
"You have a plan, don't you?' Sirius asked knowingly. Harry looked up at his godfather, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. Harry waved his wand and a map of the school and the grounds appeared on the table.
"Show me exactly where Voldemort's going to be, and where his troops are staging." Harry said looking to Snape who nodded, and began using his own wand to mark the map.
Hermione sat watching the ceremony, though she hadn't been listening at all. She had seen no less than fifty witches and wizards step up to speak about what Dumbledore had meant to the wizarding world, and how he influenced everyone.
For Hermione, it was just white noise. She was becoming restless with worry, as Harry had promised to meet her for breakfast and had never shown up. On top of that, she had noted while she had been scanning the crowd, some key individuals were missing. Professor Snape for one. The very person Harry had said he needed to speak to. Hermione shuddered to think of those two getting into another fight.
Hermione had also noted that neither Sirius, or Remus, Harry's guardians, were not present, which was really strange to Hermione. Given how they conspired with Dumbledore to "protect" Harry and train him, she was certain they would be here today. She was positive Harry had said they would be here to pay their respects… so where were they?
As she looked over the crowd she could see many of her fellow students were really bored by all the speeches, not that she could blame them. She had only ever attended one funeral in her life, and she remembered it had been rather boring, though, it had also been much shorter. Likely because it had been her great Grandmother, and she hadn't been famous.
Hermione wasn't too bothered by her peers behavior as she was still too preoccupied by Harry's absence. She looked over at Lavender who was leaning on Neville, who was sitting up straight, and paying attention, while still comforting his new girlfriend. She began to wonder at how much things had changed in just under a year. How much she had changed. She'd gone from a pariah to having good friends and a loving (if still absent) boyfriend. She realized then too, that she had become less focused on her studies, and wondered how badly her grades had suffered. None of her teachers had mentioned any sort of change or anything, but that didn't mean that Hermione's academic record had not taken a hit. She would have to talk to Professor McGonagall about it later.
She then mentally slapped herself. Hadn't she learned that life wasn't all about studies and good grades? Hadn't she learned that she had to sometimes stop and enjoy life, preferably in the company of her boyfriend who still hadn't shown up.
"Where are you Harry?" She whispered out loud, looking towards the castle.
Another hour passed with long speeches, and salutes, and to her surprise, a few laughs when Elphias Doge spoke about his friend, and Harry had still not made an appearance. Hermione began to think she should try and sneak off and find him in case something had happened. Surely he would have found a way to tell her if he had to leave, right? So something must have happened, and maybe he needed help.
She had made up her mind, and started to lean over to Lavender to at least tell someone she was going to leave when someone grabbed her arm and hissed in her ear.
"Hermione." Harry said, a little out of breath.
Hermione turned and made to scream, but was silence by something covering her mouth. She could clearly feel a hand on her face, but she couldn't see anything but Harry's head, from the neck up. He looked a little sweaty, and he was looking all around them. Hermione heard a few people behind her whispering frantically.
"I don't have a lot of time, so listen." Harry said quickly. "I need you to promise that you will get back to the castle and wait for me. Don't try and do anything, except get back to the castle, alright?"
Hermione stared at him for a minute, questions swirling in her confused mind, but she knew that he wouldn't answer, so she had little choice but to nod her agreement. Something pulled her forward, and Harry kissed her very tenderly, almost as if he was saying goodbye, though Hermione had no idea why she felt like that's what was happening.
When he broke the kiss, Harry slipped past her and spoke quietly to Neville before his head disappeared once again. Hermione felt panic settle into her stomach, and she clenched her hands into fists as she turned to look at the castle, this time anticipating running for the door and climbing the stairs to Gryffindor tower.
She turned to look at Neville, and scoot into the empty seat that she had been saving for her boyfriend.
"What did he say to you?' Hermione asked Lavender and Neville. Neville's cheks went pink while Lavender looked rather shaken.
"He told me to make sure you get back to the castle." Lavender said in a hushed whisper. "And then he…"
She turned to Neville, and Hermione saw that her friend looked ready to start sobbing.
"He wants me to fight." Neville said, still looking unsure, and rather anxious.
"Why?" Hermione asked, feeling a little hurt that Harry wouldn't want her to fight as well, even though she knew the real reason. He had told her before that so long as he knew she was safe, he could focus on what he needed to do. Hermione knew that if he was distracted, it could mean the end of his life. She had promised, and so she would do as he had asked. But they were going to have a really long talk about things when it was over.
"Neville, I don't want you to do this. Come with us to the castle. Please." Lavender whispered. Neville squeezed her hand, looking more confused than Hermione could ever recall.
Neville never got a chance to answer.
Chaos erupted when there came shrieks of terror and pain from the edge of the Forbidden Forest where a group of Centaurs had been standing. They had come to honor Dumbledore, but were now fighting something that Hermione couldn't se right away, as it was still beyond the trees. The centaurs were firing arrows, and Hermione saw two Centaurs lying upon the ground, most likely dead.
At the same time an army of black hooded Death Eaters came marching up from the gates of the school, likely apparating just beyond the wards and heading towards the assembly wands held high. Aurors immediately began to move to intercept the marching Death Eaters just as people began to realize what was happening, and screams wrought the air.
"GO NOW!" Neville shouted as he leapt out of his seat, whipping his wand out and taking aim.
Lavender was on her feet and stared at her boyfriend, teetering between joining him, and doing what Harry had asked of her. Hermione grabbed her hand, and Lavender looked at her imploringly, but Hermione just pulled her along as she attempted to keep her promise to Harry.
Hundreds of Hogwarts students were running around Hermione and Lavender, all with the intent of find sanctuary within the school's stone walls. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw something that turned her blood to ice. A large group of Death Eaters were soaring low on brooms heading for the entrance to the school and realized that she, along with nearly everyone else were not going to make it inside.
Hermione stumbled and fell to her knees when a spell hit the ground just in front of her and exploded. Lavender screamed as she fell on top of Hermione, apologizing as she tried to get to her feet once again.
Hermione's heart sank when she saw that the Death Eaters were taking up position between the students and the castle. She turned around and saw that a full blown battle was happening where only seconds before she and Lavender had been sitting. She could now see what the centaurs had been fighting as ten large acromantulas had emerged from the forest and were falling upon anyone they could as Death Eaters fought aurors, and civilian wizards.
And then she turned and saw something that nearly stopped her heart in her chest. Lavender must have seen it as well because she gripped Hermione's hand so tightly, Hermione was certain her bones were being crushed.
He stood upon the stage next to Dumbledore's casket, firing killing curses with wanton abandon, laughing mirthlessly as he took life after life. His cold red eyes flashed with hatred with each spell, has black cloak billowing behind him, despite the lack of wind, and looking as if it were made of liquid coal.
There was no mistaking it.
Lord Voldemort had come to Hogwarts.
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