Never had the walk to the castle taken so long. The dread of approaching the place where many of their enemies would be gathering was choking. It would be just like the Resistance to attack in the middle of the Dark Lord's funeral. The ultimate in disrespect. They would all have to be on their guard. As she passed through the gates with the crush of other mourners, Hermione squeezed her husband's hand tightly. She needed the reassurance of knowing that she wasn't alone. Antonin wouldn't let anything happen to her if it was in his power to stop it. The gentle squeeze of his hand in return helped.