"
Hermione couldn't cast a Patronus Charm, so she ran toward where Harry lay. In her mind, something tried to guess how long it had been already. Was it twenty seconds? More?
There was a dreadful agony and bewilderment on the face of Albus Dumbledore. His long black wand was in his hand, but he spoke no spells, only looked down at Harry's convulsing body in horror -
Hermione didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to do, she didn't understand what was happening, and the most powerful wizard in the world seemed equally at a loss.
"
Without a single word the Headmaster scooped up Harry in his arms and vanished in a crack of fire along with the suddenly appearing Fawkes; and the Headmaster's Patronus winked out, where it had guarded the Dementor.
Horror and confusion and sudden babble.
"Mr. Potter should recover," Professor Quirrell said, raising his voice, but his tone now calm once again, "I think it was just over twenty seconds."
Then the blazing white phoenix appeared again, like it was flying before them from elsewhere, to Hermione Granger came the creature of moonlight, and it cried to her in Albus Dumbledore's voice:
"
The senior Auror turned to stare at her, and so did many students. Professor Flitwick didn't turn, he was now leveling his wand on Professor Quirrell, who was holding out clearly empty hands.
Seconds ticked past, uncounted.
She couldn't remember it, she couldn't remember the nightmare clearly, she couldn't remember why she had thought it was possible, why she had been afraid -
Hermione realized then what she ought to do, and it was the hardest decision of her life.
What if whatever had happened to Harry, happened to her too?
All her limbs cold as death, her vision gone dark, fear overwhelming everything; she'd seen Harry dying, Mum and Dad dying, all her friends dying, everyone dying, so that in the end, when she died, she would be alone. That was her secret nightmare she'd never talked about with anyone, that had given the Dementor its power over her, the loneliest thing was to die alone.
She didn't want to go to that place again, she, she didn't, she didn't want to stay there forever -
There was no time for deciding, Harry was dying.
"I can't remember now," said Hermione, her voice cracking, "but just hold on, I'll go in front of the Dementor again..."
She started to run toward the Dementor.
"Miss Granger!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, but he made no move to stop her, only kept holding his wand on Professor Quirrell.
"
"
Even as Hermione understood, Professor Flitwick was already crying "
The eyes opened, dead and vacant.
"
The face of Albus Dumbledore leaned over into the field of vision, which had been occupied by a distant marble ceiling.
"You're annoying," said the empty voice. "You should die."
Chapter 44: Humanism, Pt 2
"Fawkes," said Albus Dumbledore, his voice cracking, "help him, please -"
A brilliant creature of red-gold shuffled into the field of vision, looking down quizzically; and it began to croon.
The meaningless chirps slid off the emptiness, there was nothing onto which they could hold.
"You're noisy," said the voice, "you should die."