Anxiety held Hermione in place, a fear like no other making her body quake. When darkness descends, she will come. That’s what Blaise told her in the letter she’d burned. One line of a prophecy that she’d prayed never came to pass. It was all in the decisions that were to come. She needed to act fast, making sure everything was in place for this dreadful game they were about to play. Holding her sleeping daughter tightly against her chest, she cleared her throat. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to instruct her friends on what to do next, but before she could, the entire city trembled, throwing them all off balance. An explosion was heard in the distance and sirens filled the silence that had enveloped them all. Closing her eyes, Hermione prayed that they made it out of this alive.