She thought of Malfoy. Hermione could almost picture the emptiness in his grey eyes–was it even possible for them to grow any colder? He would be away from Hogwarts all this week, probably tasked with making burial arrangements and the like since Lucius was locked up and indisposed. At this, she felt a gut-wrenching guilt. Her heated interactions of late with Malfoy had temporarily quelled the sickness she felt over casting the botched Memory Charm. Even if she had casted it perfectly, Lucius would likely not remember his relationship with his son, anything Death Eater related. And now, the only remaining family member who knew and loved him was gone.