She could only imagine what Theo was going through right now. It must be unconceivable anguish. In the past, she'd lost Draco to a betrothal contract, but he had not been dead. Not yet, anyway. He was now, and that had hurt her dearly; however, she'd had Loki then, and the loss hadn't killed her nearly as much as it might have had it happened ten years previously. Those were dark times, but these days seemed far darker than ever before. Hermione knew this was due to the fact that Blaise's death was mostly on her shoulders, his sacrifice so that her life could be spared.