The clock struck one in the morning, as Hermione followed Narcissa down the stairs and into the dining room where she found the entire table, save for a chair at Voldemort’s very left, sat filled with Death Eaters. And across from where she was to sit, sat the one horrible soul she had hoped she’d never see after that one day at Hogwarts, Bellatrix Lestrange. The two glared at each other as Hermione ignored the other curious and heated glances from the Death Eaters as she approached her seat.