 He offered her the slightest upward tug of his lip before his eyes glazed over, occluding. Bellatrix had her wand pointed at Luna’s crawling back. She gripped Draco’s arm and a cloud of black smoke engulfed them. Hermione ran forward, searching the space where he had just stood staring longingly in her direction. When the smoke cleared, there was no sign of her soul, or his. 