Hermione ducked down as curses hurtled through the air toward her, slamming her back against the jagged stone wall. A cry escaped her lips, as her forgotten burn connected hard. She heard Creevy vomiting behind her, choking out in horror – "His arm, Merlin his arm!" – because even though it had been the enemy it was still awful. Bile burned at the back of her own throat as she wondered if that had been how it had happened when Draco had lost his hand. Just one curse, one slash, and...gone.