He could feel it in his soul. Despite the noise of battle around him, and the green and red streaks jetting past him at every second, there was a stillness inside of him, as if a part of him had unexpectedly shut off. He started to run, wand up, looking for her. He didn't search long before he saw a bit of bright pink sticking out of the corner of a bush. And there she was, looking so peaceful she might have been sleeping. His world stopped. He fell to his knees and reached out to touch her, he caressed her face with the back of his hand, tears running down his own. Then it felt as if he'd been kicked hard in the back as he fell, flat on his face next to her, feeling as if the wind had been knocked out of him. Slowly, he got up and brushed himself off, looking around him. He's no longer on the Hogwarts grounds. He's in a hallway, and he can make out her shape at the end of it. When he reaches her, she silently holds out a hand for him which he accepts. They walk hand in hand to the door ahead, and together they go through into the darkness that awaits.