Hermione dropped the charred broom on the floor and looked over to where Draco and Goyle were slumped against the stone wall, their faces void of any emotion in the aftermath of what had just occurred. They’d all almost died, with Draco and Goyle coming the closest to it. Crabbe hadn’t been able to control the Fiendfyre that he’d cast. When the fire burst from the wand, Draco had moved to get to Hermione, but before he could reach her, Goyle had grabbed Draco’s arm and dragged him away from the fire, while Harry and Ron had taken Hermione’s hand and ran in the other direction. The fiery basilisk had swallowed everything in its path, with Crabbe being one of its first victims. Even with its caster gone, the basilisk continued to gain speed and power, consuming everything; every little trinket, potion, and forgotten texts that the room had collected over the years, destroyed.