She reached Luna and raised her hand, stroked Luna’s face through the bars in a gesture she meant as affection though inside, she felt nothing. Had this happened months ago, before her Horcrux, she would have been a sobbing mess on the floor, clutching her friend like a lifeline. She would have taken her hand and tried a thousand and one ways to break her out of this prison. Her skin was unclean and cold—Hermione brushed that one tear away from Luna’s cheek.