For once, she had held the upper hand; there were no blind negotiations nor broken promises. She had a new magic within her, albeit a dark one; one of a power and strength she had never encountered before. Fear and Regret were foreign concepts to her. For once in her life, she didn’t stop to overthink or even do a risk analysis; the magic simply announced its presence because it was needed. Hermione must have called for it, and it was there; a new magic trustworthy and reliable, just lurking beneath the surface. It made her heart light.