He had told her he was going, but she was still frozen with shock when she saw him return. Hagrid carried him in his arms. Knowing couldn't have prepared her for that sight.
Hermione heard Ginny scream. She still couldn't look away from Harry's body. She couldn't think of it as just a body. Harry had to be in there somewhere. He couldn't really be gone. Voldemort and Neville's words barely registered in her mind. She had always been a good listener, but somehow that had left with her friend.
All those people had died for him. Fred, Lupin, and Tonks had died. Those were people he loved. How could he lose sight of what they were fighting for? Why would he choose to die? He'd been her friend for nearly 7 years. How could he be gone?
He wasn't. He was out of Hagrid's arms and on the ground. Hermione was so relieved a smile broke out on her face, and she burst into laughter. She turned and could see Ron grinning too. They both knew Harry still had one more battle to face, but at least he stood a chance. He hadn't died yet. Just one more battle.