Hermione squeezed at his fingers, interlaced with hers. The dried blood cracked on his knuckles, a reminder of what was to come. They would burn the world together - if that's what it took to be reunited with their souls - and even then - they would burn it a little more. Just to be safe, just because Voldemort had given them no other choice and just because the world deserved their conjoined wrath after everything it had taken from them.