It took an hour longer than she wanted it to before they were able to sneak Hermione into St. Mungo's, firmly silenced and underneath Harry's invisibility cloak. Her ears were still positively ringing from the dressing down Harry had given her when she and Draco had walked into the first floor foyer. The fight that had followed had been one of their worst, and it had taken both Ron and Draco to pull the two of them apart before it'd come to blows (on her part, as Harry would never). They'd let her light the Fiendfyre and they'd left her alone, standing just outside the newly-warded building (so as to ensure the fire didn't spread to nearby structures), and given her a moment. She'd taken it, watching and listening. Imaging the flames reaching Adelaide first, then Cecily before roaring its way up the steps and into the Chamber where it would reduce Sybille and Hela to ashes. She watched, waiting, until she saw flames up in the turret windows, imaging the bodies of the girl she'd never known, and then Briar, go up in flames. The flames were flicking out every window when Draco had finally pulled her away, thrown Harry's cloak over her, and taken a portkey provided by Director Robards straight to the Mungo's reception space.