The Gryffindor remained standing and took a breath, trying to ignore the singular missing feature on his face.  He's no longer human, he has no nose, he came back wrong!  Hermione thought as a cold, crawling sensation ran under her skin, up her spine, and down her arms. Her vision tunneled onto the red inhuman slits; she was defenseless and wandless in front of Voldemort... yet he wasn't attacking.  Hermione kept her head for a moment and replied logically.