Amycus came barrelling into the Great Hall, red-faced and breathing hard, and Hermione whipped around. He was stopped dead in his tracks by some powerful, unspoken magic. Hermione grabbed the air with her free hand and his stiff body came zipping towards her, not stopping until his throat was in her hand. Her vision had narrowed to a single black pinprick; the edges of her vision were crimson. Each breath was a jerky, shuddering gasp. 