As the world spun around her, she watched carefully. Everything that Harry had seen, she had seen.
And then she was gone. She went back to moments before Snape died, minutes after the trio left him alone in the Shrieking Shack.
His eyes met hers, and he choked on the blood in his throat.
"Don't worry, Severus. I'll fix you. You'll be safe by the time I'm done. I swear that I won't let you die."
He tried to speak but it died into a gurgle.
"Don't speak." She poured essence of dittany on his neck, then the antidote into his mouth and the wound.
He was dying. Faster.
She had to work harder.
She frantically used healing spells, hoping that she wouldn't have to start the entire process of saving him again.
"Just a few more things. I swear."
She collapsed down beside him and forced him to drink a blood replenishing potion while she wrapped thick gauze around his still oozing neck.
"You're going to live. You will."
The look on his eyes showed something different.
He didn't agree.
"Don't look at me like that."
Don't look at me like that.
On the day of Victory, Severus Snape did not die.
And for this, Hermione Granger would always be thankful.