He had distanced himself from the battle a while ago, slipping away from Bellatrix's side at the first opportunity and keeping to the sidelines, lingering in smoky shadows and waiting for Granger's call. He had spotted her two hours ago, determined and skillful, the beauty in the chaos, like a spark in the darkness. His chest ached with all his suppressed anticipation and, dare he even think it, hope. The promise of their escape seemed to surround him, crackling in the air like magic. He yearned for it.