Never in her twenty years of life had she ran so fast.
The heel of her boot had broken when she slid down the stairs clumsily as she got up to go just minutes before. Hermione had not hesitated in breaking the other heel before Draco took her here.
She hated that it was him who helped her out. But, right now, nothing mattered but her father.
Hermione found the ward; dread hanging over her now that she arrived.
Drawing on her courage, she pushed the door open.
Her heart constricted, having never seen her father so broken before.
"Dad."