William sat on the edge of her bed to stare down at her face. There was such anger in his eyes that Hermione failed to keep her fear under control. He was going to kill her. This was the moment that she'd been dreading for twenty years. At some point there was going to be a madman who ended her existence. She just thought it would be someone more like the Dark Lord or Antonin or Rodolphus. Maybe even Rabastan. There were a few times he'd gotten a little too rough during their private sessions in their shared office. It wouldn't have taken him much effort to end her exhausting existence then. Somehow she never expected that William Wood might actually be successful in his vengeance. She'd underestimated the man. That was her mistake.