"Sectum Sempra!" Hermione heard from her right. Harry was surrounded. She knew she had to act fast, but she couldn't shake off the death eater on her tail. She ran to Harry, firing spells behind her shoulder.A strong stinging jinx hit her on her calf. It seared in pain and she tripped, hitting her head on a tree. Her vision blurred and she tried to stay conscious, but she knew she wouldn't be able to much longer. A tall, dark figure strode over to where she was laying.

"Well look here. I got a filthy little mudblood. Crutiatis!" Pain pulsed through her body, she screamed out, hoping it would end soon. Her muscles felt like lava, she couldn't bear it. "Aw. Is the pain to- OOf." The pain stopped. She opened her eyes. someone was coming closer.

"HERMIONE!" It called. Where had she heard that voice before? "Oh Hermione. HELP SOMEONE OVER HERE." She remembered who it was. Her third year professor. Bones aching, she turned and looked at him.

"Th-ank y-you." She croaked. She heard more footsteps coming from behind her.

"Will she be alright?"

"Yes I believe so. Hermione, I'm afraid your fight is over. Go to the infirmary and rest. Hurry!" Just like that, her professor and Harry left. Sadly, she turned and ran back to her once beautiful school. She stopped once on the way to help Luna Lovegood fight off a Troll, and once to help a fourth year get up. She was depressed to see all the fighting going on around her. Why did it have to be like this? When she reached the school, a wave of nausea hit her, once she stopped running. She quickly sat down on one of the sleeping bags set out, and once her head hit the cold ground she was asleep.

"Hey Hermione," Remus said, shaking her awake. "Are you okay?"

Warily, Hermione conjured up enough energy to stand. "Yes, just a little sore."

"Good. Harry and Ron are looking for you, I don't think they know you are here."

"Professor, what's wrong?" Hermione could see the sadness, just beyond his soft eyes.

He sighed. "T-Tonks i-is dead." He burst out in tears, not being able to hold back his sadness. Hermione sat next to him, comforting him the best she could. They sat there for a good fifteen minutes, until she saw Ron on the other side of the room. Slowly she got up.

"Thank you for everything professor." She said quietly. He gave her a soft smile,

"Anything, for the brightest witch of your age."