Hermione hardly recognised the pained sound filling the room as her own wail, though it certainly mirrored the agony she felt. Harry moved forward to hold her and she cried, hitting her fists weakly against his chest as he tried to calm her. It wasn’t possible. Not after everything... As despair slowly overtook denial, she felt her arms become heavy, her head falling forward to rest against her friend, and the room slowly fading away as she passed out from sheer exhaustion.