On the other side of the battlefield, standing in what had once been Godric's Hollow's graveyard, Draco scanned his surroundings. Around him, shattered remains of headstones poked out of the ground like worms, and smoke from a recently extinguished Fiendfyre swarmed around him, stinging his eyes. Twenty feet away lay a cluster of scorched, black bodies, and the combined smells of dark magic and burning flesh made him gag.