"What’s wrong Granger? You look like you’ve seen a ghost." A dark chuckle echoes through the room. Pun certainly intended considering the man standing in front of her died during the Battle of Hogwarts. He was taller now, probably a couple of inches taller than Harry, but not quite as tall as Draco. None of the baby fat that had clung to his figure the last time she’d seen him was anywhere to be found. He was all lean muscle now. His face was littered with horrific scars, most likely from the burns that everyone had thought had consumed him. But even with the disfiguration, there was no denying this man was Vincent Crabbe. 