She unsheathed the blade. It was surprisingly light, but the sharp edges glinted in the fierce glow still emanating from the walls. Hermione rounded the plinth and looked down at Percy, still slumped over the unused interrogation desk. She saw nothing but hatred embodied before her. She mercilessly placed the blade across Percy's skinny neck, took her truest aim, then raised the sword high above her head ... before bringing it back down with an angry swish.