"Scream!" The crowd, mostly young women, cried out. Draco saw their upturned faces, the way their eyes exalted Granger. It struck Draco as strange and a little sad that none of these supplicants would ever even see half of her power. They saw a petite frontwoman brimming with charisma and rage. Draco saw the witch who invaded a top-secret ministry department at fifteen, the soldier who’d dropped wizards twice her weight on the battlefield. They’d never know she was a genius who’d saved the world or that she’d endured torture by a fanatic and a psychopath and never cracked, never gave in. What would they do if they knew what she was, he wondered. Would they fall even more in love with her? Or would they rightly fear her? 