Harry refused to acknowledge Neville, who held a threatening stand and his eyes showed pure hate. They let him in and slammed the door behind him loudly, without any spared words. It wasn't dark and he instantly knew who was sitting at the end of the hall, where Dumbledore once stood. He desperately wanted scream out what he once did to Severus Snape but he had more pride and courage back then."Welcome, Harry, you look well." Hermione's voice echoed and he shivered, gripping his wand tighter. He very well knew he looked like shit but it still irritated him, that mocking tone of hers."I know you did it. You tricked me." He walked closer. "Madam Pomfrey told me all about the poison. "Of course it was me, don't be foolish for once." Hermione said and he shuddered at the sight in front of him.The witch sat in front, in her throne above him. In reality it didn't look that threatening, but Hermione made it look like she was ruling this place and deep down he knew that was true. But the dumber side of him, the heroic and braver one, tried to pretend he still held a chance, still had the authority.