Hermione’s heart stopped beating, like the pool of blood covering the floor from the two halves of Macnair's body, she was cold and still. Draco was giving himself to Bellatrix in return for Luna’s safety, a life for a life. Panic rose in her chest, suffocating every rational thought as horror dawned in her conscious mind. The room looked as though it had been hit with several molotov cocktails, beams were melted, blood splattered every surface, some of the floor was on fire and there in the centre her bond was about to give himself over to the other side.