She never touched that Order of Merlin, but she kept a photograph taken at the reception that night. Amidst a flurry of sparkling, joyous robes, she stood in front of Kingsley Shacklebolt in her mourning blacks. The photograph started out with the two of them looking at one another (I will have your job one day, and for fuck’s sakes, I’ll do a better job of it than you, she’d thought with grim determination), but then, she turned towards the camera: Hermione Granger, caught halfway between girl and woman, that scratch across her face still visible.