Harry looked around the room frantically, reaching for an abandoned wand as it rolled past his fist. His eyes fell to Narcissa’s lifeless body beside him and his head shook in agony. "No.. No! Draco I, I didn't - I’m sorry, I.." But Harry's pleas were cut off by Hermione who appeared beside him in her human form. She was covered in blood from Draco’s aunt, it caked on her chin and dripped down her neck, onto the shirt Draco recognised as his own. Bellatrix’s lifeless body lay in Hermione’s wake, her unseeing eyes staring at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.