Hermione pierced his eye socket to extract the quivering ball without hesitation. Harry’s sudden scream was deafening. Her white cotton dress was showered in a crimson spray. She ignored both and walked in a daze towards the already bubbling cauldron. She levitated herself gently holding the eyeball in her right hand and the bloody dagger in her left. As she hovered above the steaming black potion, she let the glowing organ slip off her fingers and watched it disappear with a gentle splash. 