Let's go meet the Dark Lord." She stands slowly, wincing as she moves her sore arm again, and takes a step towards you. You offer your hand to help her up, and she accepts gratefully. "I just hope...that I'm making the right choice," she whispers as you lead her out of the Room of Requirement and back into the world beyond.

Hermione nods, trying to convince herself of this as well. She takes a deep breath, steeling her resolve as she follows you through the castle and out into the night. Despite her fears and doubts, there's something undeniably thrilling about being part of this new world now, and knowing that she has a purpose...a destiny.

As they approach the Dark Lord's lair, Hermione glances back over her shoulder one last time, taking in the familiar surroundings of Hogwarts.