Oh how I truly hate being right sometimes. The entire day my magic has been building under my skin as my anxiety gets worse and worse, the result being power thrumming in my veins as If I expect to be attacked at any moment. It probably saved my life. With the concentration of magic built up in my body my skin essentially functions the same as dragon hide. Normally this wouldn't be the case because I would have been casting spells but as it's built up for the whole day the spell that appears from the dark glances off me and hits the wall. at the same time Ginny, Luna and the others immediately portkey out. We had all gotten portkeys and promised to use them the first sign of trouble. The others were far enough away to hear the commotion and get out immediately. Harry wasn't so lucky. The spell that glanced me hit the wall and blew it up, with a chunk battering him in the head and shaking him up, but the potter luck goes both way it seems as the result of him falling to his knees made him dodge the killing curse aimed for his upper torso. while he wasn't lucky enough to dodge some of the nastier curses that were probably aimed to hit his corpse after it feel he was alive at least.