She stumbled to a belated run after Lupin, bunched in with the others; Harry's black head bobbing to the left ahead of her, Kingsley beside him, Krum, and Mr Weasley, and Fred and George – all of them, running, and Hermione's body obediently did so too although her mind felt blank with terror. I don't want to be bitten. Lupin flourished his wand and the tall hardwood front door exploded in a mass of splinters and dust, Lupin lowering his head and charging through with Hermione and the others on his heels.