"Done," Hermione repeated out loud as the long gone warmth of her brother settled into place beside her heart one more, looking to Severus who had already been observing her face from across the stands. Giddiness growing in her belly as the crowd's cheers around her grew to a roar, Harry appeared holding Cedric Diggory's body in a flash of blue light from the Triwizard portkey. The limb boy was clearly dead, that much was clear as soon as she saw Harry try and cling to the body as Dumbledore stood next to him. It took the crowd a few moments, and as if a switch was flicked, a horrific silence descended as Mr. Diggory began wailing. Hermione had felt her arm grow warm, and a presence not made up of a horcrux made itself known to her, for the first time in 50 years.