Voldemort had called for a cease-fire and Hermione knew the hour before his Death Eaters were back attacking Hogwarts would go by much too quickly. Hermione was sitting alone in the courtyard, semi hidden in the shadows and away from view trying to center herself. Her eyes drifted up, and a sob caught in her throat as she watched Oliver Wood pass her holding a dead Colin Creevy in his arms. His sandy blonde hair falling into eyes, an arm dangling limp towards the ground made her heart clench.