Doors upon doors upon doors stretched before them, and it reminded Hermione of her time here almost eight years ago. She shuddered at the memory. She wished Harry was here. She wished he was Harry, that he would tell them where to go, that he would lead the way. She believed he knew exactly where the snake was and that with him they would spend no time wandering around aimlessly; but she also knew that it would be too dangerous for Harry to be here with them – he was the Chosen One, and he had to stay alive. She didn’t believe Draco would kill Voldemort tonight, because it was Harry’s destiny to do so, but she wanted to believe they would manage to destroy the snake and get out of this unscathed.