Hermione imagined Black’s face and her sneer when she cast the wordless curse at Kingsley.  I killed Potter slowly. The conniving, scheming, awful, cruel bitch. Hermione’s hatred of her was so strong that for a second, she worried her curse had killed Kingsley. He hovered over her with empty eyes and time stood still... until he started coughing blood all over her. She scrambled to her feet and held her wand against Kingsley’s neck. He was still in a kneeling position, swaying slightly from side to side. 