Hermione fought viciously through the flow of thick salty tears, her hands shook violently as she barraged Dolohov with curses learnt from the many books on dark magic she had stored in her bag. Fighting was all she had left, this was all that remained. With Draco gone Merlin knew where - Dolohov was all at once, a comfort and a threat. As long as he was here, there was a chance. She could trap him, tie him to the nearest intact beam and cast burn after burn until Dracos probable location spilled from his lips. It was hope. Who knew that one day Dolohov would become a lifeline to her. Luna sent a particularly nasty