A flash of green light and the woman in the snake bastard’s lap went limp. Their minds went into overdrive. Draco couldn’t tell which thoughts were his and which were Hermione’s. Voldemort, the war, the Battle of Hogwarts, the Muggle man in the forest. Flashes upon flashes of green light and death and screaming and crying and loss and grief. He felt dizzy and nauseous. Or Hermione did. Or they both did. The horrific image swam in front of his eyes. 