The Room of Requirement was utterly silent. They all sat on little pouffes or chairs or stools, and some even sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor, but they circled around Hermione as though she were the north star. They had always looked to her for guidance, but now it felt desperate. The weight of their faith in her made her heart squeeze painfully in her chest. Dumbledore’s Army was finished with training—it was time for war.