And her words tailed off in a raspy breath. Hermione heard hideous laughter from the end of the corridor and she stood ... riled, roused, pumping with the most furious emotion she had ever felt in her entire life. She marched towards the laughter, ferocious anger burning in her veins, tears boiling in her eyes and breaking on her cheeks like lava. She glowered at the source of the evil spell ... and the forked tongue that had cast it.