Hermione wasn't sure how she ended up on her back in the grass. Everything seemed to happen so quickly. Or perhaps it was because of the pain that she blacked out. She came to with the sun shining directly in her eyes. The speeches were halted. Murmurs of concern were all around. No one seemed to know what to do next, including the witch sprawled out in the grass. She hoped she hadn't caused a big scene. Headmaster Dumbledore was such a respected figure that it seemed a shame to ruin his funeral. And Harry and Ron would be so embarrassed! She could already hear the scolding she would get from them when they made it back to the common room.