Hermione saw Luna take the sword and hit it once, twice, screaming out her fury. Nagini got chopped up in pieces, and Luna ran to Hermione’s side, crying, screaming for her to wake up, but she couldn’t. Her eyelids were so heavy. Her body didn’t listen to her. She felt poison sink deeper into her system, and she knew the inevitable ending was near. She was dying just like Ron, but she would soon see him, and everything would be better. She didn’t know if what she saw and felt next was real or was it just part of her pre-mortem nightmare. The ring Draco had given her set on fire and burned her hand, burning away together with the pain of the poison. Hermione didn’t know which pain was worse – the one from the poison or the one from the fire of the ring.