There was one accessory she still needed to add to her ensemble. Reaching into the desk, Hermione’s hands clasped around the emerald amulet, the necklace which had belonged to Narcissa Malfoy. As she fastened the silver chain around her neck, Hermione smiled, remembering how insistent Draco had been that she never take it off. She supposed he was right; somehow the weight gemstone felt comforting above her heart. The necklace felt like a reminder to be strong; no matter how evil Shacklebolt’s intentions or no matter how twisted the facts of the case would become, she and Draco had something far greater that no one could destroy.