Rose Weasley is amidst a war, and so is Scorpius Malfoy. Both will watch the world fall apart.

Draco watched everyone clamber around the girl in the middle of the floor, like she wasn't there and he could only watch with horror."Draco w-what the h-hell?" Blaise asked weakly, but he followed Draco's troubled gaze to the witch on the ground."Everyone's going to leave her here." He could only mutter, his eyes watering against the toxic fumes and his lungs screaming in protest.

That's all she was, homework help. Hermione's face contorted in to one of pain, and Draco stood watching curiously and slightly puzzled. He felt a foreboding air sweep around the room, as she let out a confused sob."No? I- I hadn't thought about it before, how much- I actually- how much pain I've had inside me? What- what's wrong with me!"She began to sound frantic.