Hermione pushed herself up to her feet with trembling hands and ignoring the conflagration of pain in her thigh, made a wobbly-kneed limping dash towards the place the thud had come from. The masked Death Eater that had nearly killed her lay insensible on the grass. Hermione cast an incarcerous on the stupefied Death Eater and sent up a shower of silver sparks; the Order’s signal that a Death Eater had been disabled. The retrieval crew would see the sparks and apparate in from the nearby hillside to grab the Death Eater and deliver him to a holding cell. In the meantime –