Thick dust was settling, kicked into flurries by the combatants. Cepheus lay at Hermione's feet still, coated in a layer of black dirt. The man who tortured her was staring through dead eyes only a measure away, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. The third man was on his back near one of the tunnel entrances, the fourth was the source of that horrible crunching noise, crumpled against the wall. 