Hermione never enjoyed the heat of battle. She hated the way buildings crumbled, bodies littered the ground like fallen leaves, and screams overtook the sounds of birds and the wind in the trees. For months, she’d avoided the worst of the fighting and no member of the Order had been foolish enough to ask her to take up her wand. But, when she’d heard where they were headed, she’d stood from her seat in the corner of the room and declared her intentions. Only Harry had argued against her. 