She was on the floor. The sound of her blood rushing through her body was enough to let her know that she was still alive, and the aching pain in her lungs let her know that she was still breathing. Hermione took a second to evaluate herself, to check to see if the tingling sensation in her arms and legs were from wounds and not simply nerves and terror. They weren't. She was fine. She was fine. But others weren't. Many others, it seemed.