Hermione changed into her dragon hide armor and slapped on her wand holster. It had been years since her fight with Voldemort, years that had been spent sharpening her skills. Without Harry, the coward, it had been left up to her to find a way to defeat the Dark Lord.
Everyone else had given up hope with Harry and Ron's desertion, but she knew better. She was the one that had always had the answers, not Harry. She was the one who made the plans, knew the facts. So what if Harry had always gotten to the action first. She had only been slower because she actually knew a thing about defensive tactics and not rushing head long into danger.
Today was the day. It had taken her years on her own to destroy all the horcruxes, without the help of her once friends and the Order. But it was time. She began her lonely trek into Malfoy Manor, the center of the new government with the knowledge that she would be leaving it in flames when she made her exit. After all, she was the brightest witch of her age. She made things happen- even if that thing was single-handedly throwing over the entire Government of death eaters.