"Rennervate." Voldemort pointed his wand at her.
Hermione's mind fought to stay unconscious; it felt safer there.
She was warm, and surrounded by her friends at Hogwarts. She hung onto the happy memories. After the war began, families and friends had worked together. She had even fallen in love, with a most unlikely prospect. Because of the war, she had married young, before it was too late, to spend as much time as she could with him, but she did not regret her choice.
She had known that the war could tear them apart, but she did not expect this.