She started walking to him when she realized Bellatrix was showing the last signs of life. Every howl Bellatrix let out made him even more agile while he smote through Bellatrix’s flesh as if he were a butcher. Blood splattered freely from every new wound and it smeared his white shirt with red, it almost seemed like an art project – Hermione watched it all in awe. But she didn’t want to lose him to this, so she put her hand on his shoulder softly.