Retracing her steps back to the charms corridor and the portrait that stood guard over the eighth-year common room, she spoke the password phrase with a slightly breathy voice, as it reminded her of the rumbling of the room inside of Hogwarts. Vibrating against the spells and souls that had been enrolled inside of it for decades, bursting into fire and death. Consuming a student. Where she’d held tight around Ron’s waist as Harry went back for Malfoy; snuggled into the person she’d thought she would grow old with.