It was overwhelming, to say the least-- to think about what had occurred in Hogsmeade. It was overwhelming to think about how many of her friends had been involved in the massacre. And it was overwhelming to know that there was no one left that she could turn to, but that part was of her own doing. She sat in an empty hallway, her face hidden in her knees. She couldn’t stop the tears, but at least she could ensure no one was there to observe them.








