"Well, first Vince, died during the Battle of Hogwarts. Do – do you remember?" She does, actually. She remembers that night very well. Too well, she thinks sometimes. The deaths, so many deaths, and in the end they had been all for nothing. Harry and Voldemort had faced off, and both ended up having to retreat after their duel, both of them barely alive. "Well, first there was that, and they blamed it on me." Malfoy looks sad. Hermione has no sympathy for Crabbe, but she doesn't say so. "And then shortly after I'd taken on the role of double agent, my master –"