"Cho’s leg. Luc– your father was aiming at me. He would have hit me dead on," Hermione’s hand went to her stomach. "But Cho threw herself at me, tried to push me out of the way, and so she lost her leg because of me." Hermione felt tears well up and examined the level of liquid in the bottle, wondering if she was starting to reach some sort of melancholic stage of inebriation.