She stand into the familiar obsidian eyes. She threw up a shielding spell as he sent a stunning hex towards her. She had long realized that he never sent anything lethal her way. He was quicker than her though, and before she knew it, she was hit square in the chest with a full body bind.

She fell to the ground, flat on her back as the blueish purple light hit her.

Making sure that no one was around Professor Snape stalked over to her. He bent down, near her ear, "Listen, you insufferable know-it-all. I'm casting a disillusionment charm on you. I'll be back for you when I'm done."

The feeling of ice shot down her back, and all she could do was lay there.

Suddenly she could feel Voldemort's anger and fear course through her body. Fear that his secrets would finally be revealed to the Potter brat. He was angry because Dumbledore was there, aiding his wounded pet.

Hermione wanted to do nothing more than run away from it all.

Pain flooded her head. Heyes watered, and she wanted to scream. Voldemort's voice, as well as Harry's, invaded her mind.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore…"

Hermione's heart raced, Surely Dumbledore wouldn't do such a thing!

"If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy…"

"Let the pain stop," Harry's thought echoed in Hermione's head, "Let him kill us… end it Dumbledore… death is nothing compare to this… And I'll see Sirius again."

She couldn't believe what Harry was thinking. He has so much to live for, she thought.

As sudden as it began, the pain was gone and so was Voldemort.

A little while later Professor Snape appeared in her line of vision.

"Finite Incantatem," he muttered, and there was a feeling of warm water being poured down her back.

He pressed a coin to her palm, and in an instant she was transported back to Hogwarts, and tumbled into Dumbledore's office.

"Portkey," she mumbled to herself.

"Indeed, Miss Granger. As I'm sure you know, one cannot apparate into or out of Hogwarts," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

She nodded slightly, "Of course, I read it in Hogwarts, a History."

He smiled, "I'm sure you have."

She looked outside and realized that dawn was approaching fast, "Professor? Was that Sirius that fell through the veil?"

Dumbledore's expression grew troublesome, "Yes, Miss Granger, I sorry to say it was."

She ran a hand through her bushy brown hair and sighed, "Poor Harry."

Dumbledore nodded, then turned to her, and his blue eyes seemed to stare into her soul, "Miss Granger, were you harmed in the battle at all?"

She shook her head, and twirled a lock of hair between her fingers, "No, Professor, not really. A little sore from Professor Snape's binding spell, but that's all."

He pursed his lips, as if he were going to say something, but thought better of it, "Go on to Madame Pomfrey to get a muscle relaxing potion. I would suggest going to see Severus, but alas, I believe he had errands to run. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I ought to have a conversation with Harry."

She nodded, "Good day, Professor. I should hurry to Madame Pomfrey anyways so I can get to my last exam."

Dumbledore chuckled softly, "Miss Granger, you've been a student here for five years, and Harry's friend as well. You should know by now how much fuss Poppy makes. Don't worry about your exam. If needed, I will bring it to the hospital wing. I'm sure you did fine Miss Granger."

Hermione puffed out her chest like she was going to protest, but thought better of it. Her adrenaline had finally died down, and she was getting exhausted.

With a smile she nodded, "Thank you, Professor," and made her way to the infirmary.