She was lost in the crowd. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of people battling around her. The deatheaters infiltrated Hogwarts at last, and all she could hear now were screams of her friends getting hurt, some of them surely dead by now. She couldn't think about it now or she might collapse from all the grief. All that mattered now was to find Harry. He was nowhere to be seen. There were too many people. Hermione started running, looking around, casting spells on deatheaters that got too close to her. She was beginning to feel desperate, when she heard a couple of footsteps close behind her. She turned around, wand ready in her hand, hoping to see Harry and Ron. But she wasn't so lucky. Instead, there stood two figures dressed all in black. She recognized them immediately. Bellatrix was looking at her with a grin across her face, Greyback standing just a step behind her. „Well, well, look who's here," Bellatrix laughed. Hermione was afraid this would happen. She was scared of those two more than anyone else, probably even more than of Voldemort himself. Greyback walked closer to her with a few quick movements, saliva dropping from the corner of his mouth. „You are gonna taste so good." he smirked and got ready to bite her. „No!" Bellatrix shouted, „leave the mudblood to me. We have some unfinished business." Greyback didn't move at first, but changed his mind when he saw Bellatrix' angry expression and her wand pointed at his chest. He fled before she could cast a curse. Hermione stood frozen from fear, she felt like she couldn't move a single muscle even if she tried. „Nothing to say?" Bellatrix moved closer, watching her intensely. Hermione knew she sould say something, something witty to draw Bellatrix' attention away, but she couldn't think of anything. All she could think about is that she's here alone with Bellatrix, just like the last time. Only this time the odds weren't in her favor. This time there was no one to help her.