Hermione dodged a killing curse aimed at her head. Harry did his best to go as fast as he could. Yet, his pace was closer to walking than running. Hermione did her best to fight the impulse to stay and help Draco. She wouldn’t forgive herself is something happened to him. She felt a slight vibration through her body as they crossed the border. Her gaze shot to Harry’s wound. There was a high probability of his leg getting splinched. Yet, no alternative once again. Hermione saw a shot of bright green seconds before the world turned into a whirlpool of colors. The words of the curse blurred into nothing, but she heard it enough times to know what was shot at them.