Everyone who was anyone within the regime was present. Keeping to her husband's side and not relinquishing her grip of his hand, Hermione looked around at all of the supposed mourners. Augustus was alone. No doubt his wife refused to cross the Channel to attend. Without the Dark Lord alive to give the orders to remain together, perhaps they both believed they would finally have their freedom. Draco stood with his parents, his stormy grey eyes focused on the Forbidden Forest. She longed to speak to him, to find out what he was going to do next, but she knew that the middle of the funeral was the worst place to do so. It would look suspicious. She didn't need to give her husband any further ideas on keeping her imprisoned in their home. Rabastan played the doting husband. Like Augustus, she wondered if he would continue to keep up the farce of his marriage with the Dark Lord dead. It wasn't exactly a secret that he only married Gemma Farley because he was ordered to find a bride and she was the least objectionable one available at the time. Maybe he would set her aside too. Possibly many of the marriages that were ordered by their dead master would no longer matter.