Ignoring his urge to comfort Hermione, Severus watched the scene. The knife cut through the captive's chest.
The captive's blood created shadows as it slid down the chest and unto the ground. The captive had to dead. It was pointblank in the heart, yet he was still on his knees. The knife cut through the air again and into the captive's chest.
Again and again.
Why wasn't the captive falling?
Suddenly, the capitive turned to look toward Severus.
The captive was Severus. Then he was Ron. Then Ron was Ginny. The people Hermione cared about flashed over and over.
She was watching her loved ones die.