Then it was Harry’s death, the breaking of her own heart, then the breaking of her mind to cope with the abuses she suffered under. By the time she was done, Hermione felt utterly exhausted. She felt shivery and hugged into herself. She knew this battle had only just begun, but she would conquer it ... she utterly would. She sighed and rested back against the bench, the first stone of this bridge to Harry firmly in place.