Lucius’s words kept ringing in Hermione’s head. She thought them as she helped Tricia try and fail to reattach Cho’s leg – the curse had destroyed the lower leg too much. Dark magic. She thought them as she showered in frigid water; the stinging cold both a punishment and a process of cleansing. She thought them as she stumbled downstairs to the dining room and sat with the rest of the Order members billeted at Godric’s Hollow who had been on the mission. They sat in silence and tried to drink away their numb depression together. Tried to be glad they were still alive.