Taking one last glimpse at the cooling corpse of the hateful man that threatened to kill her for so long, Hermione couldn't even muster up a single ounce of regret. She did what had to be done. Her eyes fell onto the ripped sleeve of his robes. Afraid of what she was seeing, she grabbed his lifeless arm and pulled it closer to examine. A single piece of broken thread marked where a button was supposed to be. She dropped that arm and grabbed the other. A long line of colorful curse words that would've made even a sailor blush rumbled out of her mouth.