"HERMIONE!"
His scream echoed around the atrium as her body cascaded to the tile floor. Subduing Dolohov with a quick nonverbal spell, he bolted toward her.
Holding her head in his lap, he tucked a stray hair behind her ear and caressed her stoic face.
"C'mon Hermione, please…" His voice gave out before he could finish his plea; he couldn't recall a time feeling more guilt.
Or desperation.
Neville was now closing in and fell to his knees before gripping her wrist gently. He slowly shook his head and Harry couldn't stop the tears.
"She's gone…"