Hermione's POV
I'm running as fast as my feet will carry me, my legs on fire, wand at the ready. She found me, and I have to escape. I crouch behind a spilt gargoyle that's muttering to himself, prepared to battle her. I see Bellatrix's face creep around the room.
"Mudblood, Mudblood! Come out and play!" Her voice casts disturbing cackles throughout the room. I shiver against the wall. She slowly stalks around, peering behind broken objects. She uses her wand to flick random pieces around the room, searching for me. Her back is facing me, and I use it to my advantage,
"Stupefy!" I shoot at her, but she recovers quickly.
"You think that's going to stop me? Stupid Mudblood."
She spits the last words, receiving a glare from me. I sprint away, thinking to myself, I need to get to the front where everyone else is.
I pass faces of familiar classmates, who seem to be using tools they learned in the DA. I seem to have lost her.
I pass Fred and George, both fighting Death Eaters. George is doing great, firing spells and curses at Karkaroff, but Fred isn't doing as well. Lucius Malfoy is tossing curses at him like there's no tomorrow, which might very well be. Fred looks at me, an expression of desperation and fright taking over his normally happy eyes.
"Crucio!" Malfoy shouts. I throw my body in front of Fred, taking the curse instead of him.
"HERMIONE!" Fred screams, but I can barely hear, because pain is scorching through my body. My arms and legs are on fire, my torso clenching, my blood is boiling hot, singing and searing my insides. I try to scream, to call out for help, but my lungs hurt too much and I'm sure no sound escapes. I can't see, my eyes blinded by a cloudy, foggy blur of tears. I writhe in pure agony, wanting it to stop, tears streaking my face. All I can make out are bright flashes of green lights.
And then, everything goes black and it's over.
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