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The searing agony engulfed me completely. Every one of my nerves were screaming, sending spasms up and down my fragile body. I no longer had control of my limbs – I could feel myself writhing around on something, I assumed it was the floor. It felt like my whole body was burning up, sizzling my skin where it was being touched by my suffocating robes, but I was strangely cold at the same time. I had no idea where I was, but it no longer mattered. It hurt too much to think about anything, so I just surrendered to the torturous pain. It sounds like a cliché, but I would have given anything in the world to die right then and there. 'Well,' said a nagging voice in my head, 'perhaps not anything…' I ground my teeth together to stop myself screaming out loud. It took me a while to understand what the little voice meant. I was confused. What could be so special I wouldn't sacrifice it for an end to this?

A thought struck me. What if I was already dead? What if this was hell, and I was doomed to this suffering for eternity? Seized by a sudden panic, I struggled to sit up. An icy hand pushed me gently back down. A gasp escaped my lips. The coolness felt heavenly against my shoulder, but I had no strength left to move my lips to beg for them to touch me again. But was it a hand? It was hard to tell, as my vision was blurred, and my eyes were screwed up tight against the pain. A tear squeezed it's self out of the gap between my eyelids, as I fought to see who or what had touched me. I couldn't see much, it was mostly black, but there was something pale moving above me. There was something that could have been brown and bushy surrounding its head. I noticed the strange white thing looked a little human shaped. Maybe it was an angel, and the brown bushy thing was a halo. But why would there be angels in hell? And why would they have bushy halos? It was too painful to keep my eyes open any longer, so with relief I let my eyelids droop shut. There was now nothing to distract me from the blistering agony. It was almost solid, as if there was a little, flaming creature living in me, trying desperately to claw its way out, and ripping my insides to pieces as it did so. I couldn't stop myself from yelling out, it was just too much to handle.

A wave of blissful cold washed over me as if I had just dropped into a freezing swimming pool. I willed my eyes to open. The white hand was back, and it was pressed softly to my forehead. The red-hot pain was being dimmed; I could feel my arms and legs again. My hands found the floor, and I pressed down on it hard, like a sort of confirmation that I was still there, fighting. I worked up enough strength to open my eyes again, and I found myself looking up at the white and brown creature. Something wet and salty fell from above, and splashed onto my face. But then the white thing moved away again, the brown halo bouncing slightly. It reminded me of something but I couldn't quite place what. The hand was removed from my face, and the agony took over once more. I felt myself slipping away again, as my arms started twitching of their own accord.

BANG!

I opened my eyes to see two, bigger white things, one with a triangle of purple underneath it emerging from a rectangle of light. This angel must be wearing a dress. I tried to ask for help, but the words wouldn't come. All I could manage was a kind of strangled moan. The purple-dressed one made a noise. I knew it was talking, but I had no idea what it was saying. The brown and white one next to me with the icy touch replied quickly. Something about her voice triggered me. It was as if a light switch had been turned on in my head. I realised at once what the voice in my head had been talking about. As if in slow motion, a bolt of yellow light flew straight at me from the third white blob. I managed to whisper one thing before I blacked out.

"Her…mi…one…"

Ok this might need a bit of explaining.

In the last chapter Snape was trying to curse Hermione because he was angry that she wouldn't stop seeing Draco. He had been eavesdropping, and ran in front of her to take the curse instead, stunning Snape at the same time. The white angel with the brown halo is of course, Hermione (He can't see her black robes against the dark of the dungeon). The 'bang' is when the door slammed open, hence the rectangle of light. The two figures are teachers, probably Mcgonagall and Dumbledore. She's wearing black robes, which don't show up when she enters, and Dumbledore's wearing purple robes.

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