Hermione moved through the hole in the wall and found Bellatrix crawling on her stomach towards another room, another fireplace. The wounds on her body were scarring over slowly and turning silver as the curse took hold. It was strong and ancient magic, but even so it couldn’t heal all the damage she’d been dealt. Hermione kneeled by her side and flicked her wrist, setting about with healing all she could while underneath her skin Bellatrix finally began to stretch.