And that irrefutable truth settled on Hermione like a lead apron. She took a rattling breath to calm her speeding nerves. She steeled herself as she considered her reflection in the mirror. This was war ... this was what it was all about, how it felt. She was supposed to be Harry's Queen ... and Queen's didn't show fear. She would hold her head up, hold her wand firm, and stand at Harry's side. Stand at her man's side ... at her King's side.