Someone was screaming, and why shouldn't they be. He was dead, only hope was gone. My chest was rising and falling, gasping for air. My heart was racing, blood pumping and veins I didn't know I had. A hand grabbed mine, feeling as if it wanted to break the bones.
Who was screaming? They sound so upset, but when I look around no one is saying anything they are just staring, just staring not moving. Staring that the lifeless body in Hagrid's arms. Their wands hanging loosely in the shaking hands.
Who was screaming? I don't see anyone screaming. I gasp, chocking on air or it was grief? An arm raps around my shoulders. "Hermione, it's gonna be alright. Shh…come on it's gonna be alright…" the voice gasps, not sounding convinced at all. Not sounding like its owner even hears what it saying. The arm grows loose, falling from around me.
"HE BEAT YOU!" The same voice yells out. Ron? The screaming has stopped. The world started to spin as I feel more than see a spell fly past.
Our only hope is gone. All we have now is fate and luck.