Hermone had always been a smart girl. Predicting outcomes was always something she prided herself on. She always seemed to know what was going to be the next step. This time, in this situation, she unfortunately could never have predicted the outcome. During the entire journey there, her thoughts were on how she wished things had gone differently. Even if the darkness in her mind was taken and enhanced by Bellatrix Lestrange, she had wished it wasn't at the grief of all her friends seeing. Watching her fade. Watching her disappear at the hands of the Death Eaters. 