He was this close to dying, and she knew it. He was weak, he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. She had to do something. She wasn't going to let it end like this, she wasn't going to let him go down without a fight, even if he didn't have any fight left in him. He would not die.
She had served her purpose, now he must serve his, he must save the world, with or without her, and she knew it would be without.
He was laying on the ground, weak, disarmed, fragile, and though she knew he would hate her for it, she knew she'd have to do whatever it took to keep him alive, even if it meant sacrificing herself.
Hermione dove under a falling pillar, she tore towards Harry. He had collapsed, he was weak, and unconscious, and if he didn't wake up soon, they would lose. Hermione knew it, Voldemort knew it, everyone knew it.
Hermione paid no heed to the buildings collapsing around her. Hogwarts had been destroyed, but the Order wouldn't go down without a fight. Seconds later, Hermione was crouched at Harry's side.
"Harry? Come on, please wake up, we can't do this without you." she begged, hugging him close to her. When she received no reply, she shook the boy, desperately trying to wake him.
"Out of the way Mudblood, let me finish him off." Hermione refused to leave her best friend's side. She knew what Voldemort was capable of, but right then, she didn't care. All she cared about was getting Harry to safety, and finishing Voldemort.
"I said get out of the way!" Voldemort demanded. Hermione turned her back on the snake-nosed man, hating the way he looked at Harry.
Voldemort was getting annoyed. Any of his followers could tell. It was plainly obvious in the way he glared at the Muggleborn girl.
No one dared move as the man advanced on her. It was so quiet, you could hear the screams echoing from miles away. Hermione remained beside her fallen friend, unaware of the cruel man advancing on her.
"Bellatrix!" Voldemort demanded. His gaze was focused on the Muggleborn, as he addressed the witch. "Remove her from my presence." No one moved. "Now!" it wasn't a question, it was a demand.
The black-haired woman grabbed the Muggleborn by the wrist and pulled the struggling girl back into the crowd. Hermione's cries and screams were drowned out by Voldemort's thunderous laugh as he pointed his wand at the wandless, unconscious boy before him.
"Avada Ked-" a scream cut him off. Hermione pulled herself out of Bellatrix's grip, and flung herself in front of the boy. "Get the girl out of the way!" Bellatrix grasped the girl by the wrist and pulled her, once more, away from the scene.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled, making sure everyone within a ten-mile distance could hear him. The grin he was wearing vanished instantly. Lying dead, in a crumpled heap beside The-Boy-Who-Lived was Hermione Granger.