Parvati chortled again. Harry just fumed and raged as he watched the two vacuous Gryffindor girls bitch about his love. He looked down at Hermione's body. Her eyes were closed, but no longer scrunched tightly shut, and she was holding herself quite still. That sense of resignation was now pervading her entire body. Only one thing moved on her ... a single tear that was sliding down her cheek. Harry's thudding heart battled with his anger for dominance in his energy, but there was nothing he could do. This was in the past, it had already happened.