Ron quickly left their side as soon as he spotted his parents, leaving Harry to look for Sirius, and Hermione followed hoping that she’d find Remus in the same place. They had only made it ten steps into the hall when the horror and grief permeating the once happy sanctuary stopped them in their tracks. Students, teachers, Order members, people she had never met, were bustling around the edges of the Great Hall assessing wounds and treating injuries. She saw Dean hold a shaking Seamus as Madame Pomfrey stitched the tendons of his thigh back together. A Hufflepuff 4th year whose name she couldn’t remember, sat with Slughorn who was applying a coat of burn paste to her face and neck. What was she even doing here? She was too young to fight in this war.