Greyback growled something in response, but thankfully the two sets of footprints took off in the opposite direction. Hermione let out a breath, her tears now falling hot and fast down her face. She pulled Ginny in tighter before her legs finally gave out, and the pair crumpled to the floor in exhaustion. The minutes passed like hours on the hard, stone floor, but Hermione couldn’t find it in herself to move. Dumbledore was dead. Bill was dead. She knew the war had already begun, but now it finally felt real.