Not understanding where she was standing, what the strange room was she was in, Hermione stared at the man that haunted her nightmares. He'd tried to kill her more than once. At least twice. And the other? He'd been with him the second time, but she first saw him when he was hurling curses at her friends and fellow Order members the night that Albus Dumbledore was murdered. Dropping the plates to the floor with a deafening crash, she whipped her wand out of her pocket, prepared to fight for her very life yet once more.