Harry and Ron were dead. Their corpses lay still, staring up at her. Behind her, Hermione could hear the veil whispering, calling her name. She could feel its hands tugging at her, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the bodies. Harry's eyes stared up at her, his mouth parted as his skin grew grey, his body decomposing before her eyes as someone laughed, loud and raucous behind her until––