He couldn’t think properly, his body moving purely on instinct; Hermione tried her best to hold onto him but it was still futile. Harry hugged her closer, wand in hand and orb barely fitting inside the pocket of his jacket, lifting her up and running as he tried not to stumble with the extra weight on his arms. Her harsh breaths and the sporadic whimpers of pain were louder on his ears than anything, her head lolling from side to side on his shoulder as his legs carried him.