Regrettably, Hermione felt the hairs on her neck stick up. The hatred still fueling deep in her stomach, bringing up bile. Bellatrix withdrew herself from Hermione's pressence just as a green ball of light shot past her head. She disappeared into a swirling cloud of smoke as Harry came into view, shortly followed by Ron. The young witch fell to the ground into his arms. Ron, running after a quickly dissapearing shadow trailing off in the distance, fired weak spells left right and center, missing the target entirely. 