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‘If I told you there was something you could do to prevent his death, would you do it, Miss Granger?’
The war was at an end, and they had lost so many. Too many. The battle might have been won and Tom Riddle dead, but there was so much now that would need to be dealt with. The castle was a mess—so much structural damage had been done by the collective strength of the spells flying haphazardly all over the place, not to mention the numerous funerals that would need to be held, who to elect in charge of the Ministry now that there was a power vacuum, and what they were going to do about all of the Death Eaters who had fled upon Riddle’s demise.
And yet all Hermione could think of, kept seeing when she would close her eyes to blink, was the sheer relief mixed with pain as she remembered the dark eyes of her former professor, gazing up at her as the light left them. If there was something she could do, would she do it? The answer was simple.