"Fiendfyre," Draco said from behind her. She could feel his eyes on her as she approached Hela, could feel him watching her every move as she crouched down on her haunches in front of the Commissioner, ignoring the pulsing ache in her ribs as she did so. For another moment, they continued to stare at one another, bright blue eyes boring into brown. Hermione ran her gaze down Hela, noting that the thick chains covered nearly every square inch of the woman, from the top of her shoulders to her ankles. Her hands had been placed in wizarding handcuffs that tempered one's ability to use magic and were sitting lightly in her lap, palms together. A growing pool of blood was slowly spreading from somewhere, though in the slightly leaning, seated position the woman is, it was difficult to tell.