Snape felt a pang of something at her words – sympathy, perhaps? He didn’t think it was guilt, but he was unfamiliar with it all the same. He reached his hand out to her, and she slipped one of her small hands into his, accepting the unspoken support and leaning her head down to the Pensieve as he did. He felt himself being tugged off his feet and thrown through the young memory until he landed, once more in the forest in the heat of battle. He glanced at Hermione from the corner of his eye and saw her eyes were bright with fear. He wasn’t sure why, but he reached over and grasped her hand, tugging her along with him as he hurried to follow memory-Hermione through the foliage.