Hermione’s head was throbbing. She was vaguely aware of the dried blood clinging to her brow and cheek. She blinked a few times and saw she was tied to one of the library chairs. Her head was slumped against her chest, and it took all of her strength to try and lift it to look around the room. Lucius was bent over Draco’s unconscious form on the ground. Narcissa was also next to her son. She was a sickly gray color, and her skin hung loosely on her bones. She still maintained her same beauty and elegance, but the strength Hermione had seen at the Battle of Hogwarts was gone. She was a shell of the woman she once was. Narcissa’s eyes resembled Draco’s, except for the dark bags that remained under hers. They were masked with Occlumency.