She frowned at him, confusion invading her features. She blinked repeatedly and shook her head. Her eyes moved around and stopped at Harry still holding Godric’s blade. Her hands rubbed the wound on her chest. It had almost healed completely into a dark rune shaped scar. Next to her was the battered diary laying on a puddle of water and blood. She picked it up from the floor and found the Headmaster studying her with a blank expression. 