They walked in silence for a couple of blocks until he brought her to what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. Inside, it reeked of stale lager and smoke. In the back there was a rickety set of rusted stairs that bowed beneath their feet as they climbed. Hermione – not for the first time and likely not for the last – imagined what she would think of herself if this was how she died. Would she be surprised? No, because this endeavor seemed no more risky than any other that she'd done. Would she be able to survive any attempt on her life? One quick sweep across the attic room told her no, she probably wouldn't if Neville tried hard enough.