Tiptree was an object lesson Hermione thought with bitter anger that made her mind suddenly perfectly clear and sharp. If they fought, they would be killed. She clenched her jaw and thought about being delivered to Voldemort. About being tortured and held ransom or killed, and of what that would do to Harry. Thought of her parents, with no memory that they had a daughter to mourn for when she died. Of Teddy, growing up without a father, and Tonks grieving for Remus and raising her son alone. Of Cho, left without Ron such a short time before their wedding, and Draco...well, at least they would be together, Hermione thought with bitter humour, fingers digging hard into his arm and he looked down at her, a world of anger and fear – for her, not him, she knew instinctively – in that hard silver-grey stare.