Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry..
Hermione stumbled over the remains of the castle, Neville's warning had spread through the survivors faster than she thought possible, within minutes she felt the air start the crackle with the amount of barely-suppressed magic. Everyone was still on edge and ready to fight at a moment's notice.
Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry..
She couldn't shake the voice at the back of her head, it was only when Ron put a comforting hand on her shoulder that it quietened slightly. She wasn't stupid, she had known it was over between them for some months now, ever since Ron had returned to them in the forest things had been icy between them.
Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry..
The approaching crowd had reached them, Voldemort leading the crowd of death eaters forwards with a surprising grace. She scanned the crowd for familiar faces, only seeing a distressed Hagrid being restrained by a group of cloaked men-
Then her world stopped spinning.
Lying in Hagrid's arms was a body, his body. She couldn't breathe, a strangled scream escaped her lips, a tortured sound that would haunt her dreams. In her peripheral vision, she watched as if in slow motion as Ginny started forward only to be hit by a stunning spell and restrained by Mr Weasley.
Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry..
Hermione could see Voldemort talking, but no sound reached her ears, it was as if she had been cut off, she just wanted to go to Harry. Tell him how much she loved him and-
He moved.