A near-constant stream of visitors sat with her. Each visitor brought with them a new story, a new facet to the gigantic, ugly jewel of the Last Battle, where Harry had triumphantly slain the villain like a storybook hero and everything was all right with the world again. These sorts of stories always came from older Order members. She didn’t have the strength for questions, but her visitors never needed them, choosing instead to retell the story—how Harry, Ron, Luna, and Draco had all arrived at Hogwarts only moments after her duel with Voldemort, and how a siege had almost begun. They talked about Draco duelling his Aunt Bellatrix, how Luna had nearly died, how Harry and Voldemort had faced one another, Voldemort deeply unhinged from his battle with Severus and Hermione. 