Hermione tried to ignore the center of the room; she knew what she’d find. The row of unmoving bodies that she could see out of her peripherals weren’t yet recognizable, and she wasn't ready to face reality. She wasn't ready to face the aftermath. She turned her attention to her bond with Remus, and could feel it pulsating nearby, but her momentary relief was quickly overshadowed by guilt. Others weren’t so lucky.