They made their way across the room, avoiding chunks and shards of glass that, Hermione assumed, had come from the shattered skylight above them. Draco kept a firm hold on his wand, his other hand wrapped solidly around her, as they approached the front of the Chamber, rounding the overturned hight table. The first thing Hermione saw was Harry (who now looked like himself again) and Ron, who were standing close together, a short distance from the bound form of Hela. Her eyes skipped over Hela for the moment and landed on the charred remains of the body that she had seen burning earlier. The fire was out, though the smell of burnt skin lingered over everything, like a low-lying fog. She couldn't tell who it had been, though her options were limited. One of the Twins or Iris.