"Hermione, go!" Pomona ordered as Horace and Filius both turned into her, hexes flying at her with lethal intent. I ran into the greenhouse and found a low lying branch that seemed to be offering itself to me. As I pulled the branch down, one glass side of the greenhouse was coated in an explosion of dark red and I knew that Professor Sprout was no more. My insides were icy with dread as I realized how bad this was going.  Don’t dwell, just run. Just go.