He pounded up the stairs, following her continued panicked cries of his name. "BLAISE! PLEASE. PLEASE!!!" He flung himself down the hall, slamming into a wall as he made the turn into the Nott family library. He spotted her at once, kneeling in front of the roaring fire, wild hair tumbling down her back. The ridges of her spine were visible through the thin nightdress Susan had put her in, her shoulders were hunched inward, and one emaciated arm was reaching for the Floo powder that had spilled across the floor. The large crock that had held the powder was clearly the source of the crash they had heard moments before. He was frozen, shocked into stillness as he watched Hermione throw the powder into the fireplace. The flare of green lit the room as her screams ripped through him again. "BLAISE!" Hermione dropped both hands to the floor and began crawling the short distance to the open flames, sobbing his name. He was shoved into movement when she reached for the flames, armed with nothing to protect her from the heat.