Her heart hurt. It was tearing out of her chest. She knew he would return, stand and fight again, but watching him fall at the hands of Voldemort where he had persevered so many times before was painful. Ana wasn't aware of how long she crouched behind the bush doubled over silently sobbing, but when she calmed herself and straightened enough to view the scene before her, she was beyond tears and moved straight to panic.
He wasn't getting up. Ana tried to force the panic down from the top of her throat. It didn't work too well. Voldemort was back up, and gloating profusely. He commanded Narcissa Malfoy to check the body. She did and announced loudly that Harry Potter was dead.
A few more seconds, just a few more and Harry would stand again, alive and ready. Ana had gotten lost and was too late to beat Harry to the clearing, but she would join him if he pulled through. They would either triumph together or die trying. If only he would get up…
Voldemort started making plans. Harry would be carried back to the castle and shown to the grief of everyone. He was going to break their spirits with the death of the one who was meant to save them all. More time passed. Harry still lay motionless where he fell.
Her tears broke through afresh and her skin grew wet again. A spike was being driven through her heart every second Harry wasn't moving. Was it over? Truly over? Had Dumbledore been wrong? She recalled once when Dumbledore had told Harry that being a brilliant man his mistakes were often more disastrous than the average, or something to the effect. Had this been one of those mistakes?
The hive of Death Eaters was moving. Ana recognized she had to leave. They would be coming her way soon and she had to return to the castle. If there was nothing more she could do here, she had to find Ron, Hermione…everyone; and rally them. Perhaps the chosen one was cut down, but they weren't all likely to perish. She hoped.