Hermione nodded, even thought this was not the time for it, she couldn’t help but be in awe of Narcissa Malfoy. It was an ungodly hour of night and she was sure that the woman had rushed out of bed but she looked only like she’d taken a walk in a light breeze2. From her clothes to her hair, everything was perfectly in place. She could have just as easily been visiting a friend when she arrived here.Hermione then closed her eyes for a moment to pull up her occlumency shields. Once she was prepared, she stabbed the crown and instantly a think black smog emanated from it. The first out were her parents telling her how she was a terrible daughter, then came Harry saying that she had abandoned him and that’s why he died, and then came Draco calling her a filthy halfbreed mud-blood who was nothing more than a plaything to him. The last person was an evil version of herself as Voldemort stood behind her. Her eye’s glowed green and Voldemort asked her to join him. Here green eyed self let out a banshee like scream and finally everything disappeared and the diadem began to ooze dirty brownish red blood. Hermione had not even realised when she had gone from standing to kneeling but as a deafening silence fell over the house all Hermione wanted was to disappear from the sight of her Boyfriend’s mother... She was sure that by this point Narcissa had noticed her gloves and she was waiting for the question but it never came.