There was simply no way to save Sarah. Not even she was brave or foolish enough to attempt the darkest of all arts. Necromancy terrified Hermione in ways that nothing else did. It seemed irrational to fear the dead. How could they hurt her when they were long gone? But, the sinking dread that she would be forced to one day explain to Harry why she had chosen the path she had when so many others gave their lives instead terrified her. Even imagining the possibility of an army of those she personally killed rising up from their graves to punish her wasn't as scary. That she deserved. Maybe the undead ripping her apart limb from limb would be a death she could be proud of. Seeing Harry's bright green eyes staring back at her with disappointment and accusation would be so much worse.