There has to be a special wing on the third floor, though. Could Severus, Harry, and Ginny have missed it? I ran back up the stairs, trainers slipping on the blood-soaked stairwell. There was a woman crumpled upon the steps, lying motionless, but still breathing. She looked like she was only a few years older than me, and something about her lying there screamed "innocent bystander'. Taking a moment to be merciful, I checked her vitals and found she was losing too much blood too fast. My fingers went to her red neck, and I found the wound that was killing her. Even if I had all the dittany in the world and blood-replenishing potion, she might not make it. The witch had to want to live, yet she looked like she ready to die.