Chin raised in defiance, a noticeably older and far less haggard-looking Hermione Granger stalked across the courtyard with occlumency shields firmly in place. Passing the Weasleys without so much as a glance, she bit her lip to keep from smiling as the whispers grew to a dull roar. Her gaze fell to the snake-faced man across the courtyard, his red eyes trained on her. To some, he might look horrifying. Vile and monstrous. 