Retribution

Flash. Thud. Murmur. Crack. Hermione knew this rhythm well; had studied it for more than a year. Ever since the sacks of remains and broken wands began appearing on Harry's desk at the DMLE. She had done her research, bid her time, and now success was so close. And while he may have had everyone else fooled into thinking he was just a ghost in the night, Hermione knew better.