Five years after the war, convicted Death Eaters are auctioned off instead of receiving the Dementor’s Kiss. And the rest of the wizarding community watches Hermione Granger make a move no one expected.
“You’re wondering why,” she said, almost amused.
His voice was quieter than he expected. “Yes.”
She walked past him slowly, her heels whispering on the marble. She circled him like a predator inspecting prey.
“Because now I can,” she said, her voice honey-coated with cruelty. “Because now, I can make you kneel to me. A pureblood bending at a mudblood’s will and command.”