Broken
"Harry, mate, there's nothing you can do. I-I'm sorry, but we need to go. They'll bring her up to the castle later, but we've got to get down to the-"
"NO!" Harry screamed, rocking back and forth as he cradled his fallen girlfriend in shaking arms.
"Harry, I know you love her. I do too, mate-"
"No, you don't," Harry spat furiously. "You wouldn't be able to leave her here like- like this if you did. Oh, my poor, poor sweet Hermione…" He mourned, stroking the side of her face.
Ron felt his heart ache as he looked at them: Hermione, trembling and distant from the aftershocks of the Cruciatus, and Harry, eyes dark and furious at the world.
They were both broken.
He wondered if he was too.