"So what's the big plan now?" Draco comes up to her side, a streak of dirt half over his forehead that colours the usual bright of his hair in a dirty brown. His eyes are incredibly raw but calmer as the sea. It anchors her. She can see the blurred outlines of the others in the background, huddled together and keeping each other warm in the wasteland Voldemort left behind after the fight.
"We fight," Hermione says, knuckles white over the smooth wood of her wand. "We will storm the Gods."
