"Yeah," Draco said and his voice was husky and barely audible. She waited, hand gripping the warm solid wood of the cellar door, and Draco squared his shoulders and finally stepped up and out into the dining room. He squinted against the light streaming in the windows, bright sun flooding over him, and Hermione saw him truly clearly for the first time since he had arrived at the house at Godric’s Hollow. Down in the cellar the only light had been the single orb, bluish and dim. Now in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, Hermione saw properly all the strain and wear his captivity had put him under.