She was healing every one who came in as quickly as she could, but the wounded kept coming. Where the hell was Blaise? She needed his help. The next cot she came to stopped her in her tracks. She recognized the blonde woman sitting still as a statue beside the bed. Luna. Her face was empty- she still breathed but she was dead inside. Blaise lay unmoving, he could be asleep but for the lifeless eyes staring up at the clouded sky that filled the great hall. Hermione spun- the Weasleys crowded around not one but two bodies. Ginny and Fred both. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Then suddenly Lucius Malfoy was standing before her- "Dr. Granger." he snapped, "pull yourself together woman. You have work to do."