"Ok, you are the strategic mastermind. How do we get dragons to follow orders?" Harry retorted. Hermione tuned out. The argument was a familiar one. She finished her eggs and savoured her coffee, looking through glazed eyes at her friends. She was so thankful they had made it this far. The casualties they had sustained in the war were few and far between, and she counted them all lucky. The problem was Voldemort's side had a similar lack of loss. It seemed as though things were finally escalating, though. The Inferi army and the mobutos were surely not the only things they should be worried about.