The very sight of it brought it all back...the magical suppression potions, the moonlit rituals, the Ministry corruption. Grasping the woven fabric in her hand, the memory of the confrontation with Percy and Shacklebolt returned to Hermione in a startling fashion. The chaotic memories of that night washed over her like cold water...rescuing Draco, battling the Aurors, using Blood Magic to defend themselves as they brought all the wrongs into the light. Draco had killed Percy, just as he always said he would. And when Shacklebolt carelessly cast an Avada their way, he took the curse, sacrificing himself in the process. But Hermione had saved Draco. She used an unknown Ritual to revive him; she could still remember the moment the air hit his lungs.