Alrighty. This chapter is quite stupid, and short, but it gets to the point enough.
Hermione walks warily down the street, with her brim pulled way down low.
Aint no sound but the sound of her feet, her wand all ready to go. Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this? Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway, the spells rip, to the sound of the beat!
Another one bites the dust. Another one bites the dust. And another one gone. And another one gone. Another one bites the dust.
"How do you think Im gonna get along, without you on my own? You took me for everything that I had, and kicked me out on my own!"
Yeah, yadda yadda… So as the rest of the song goes, Hermione goes from place to place, just randomly shooting Avada Kedavra at people. She was just looking for Ron and Luna. She HAD to get rid of them. If she couldn't have Ron, Luna couldn't bloody well have him either.
It was as most feared.
A new Dark lord had arisen.