"Good," she snarled in a most un-Hermione-like manner, rage consuming her. "Think of me while you’re screaming, and how if I was there, I wouldn’t fucking help you. Stupefy!" The last word was yelled and Draco went tumbling backwards, wand skittering out of his hand as his head met marble floor. Hermione didn’t spare him another glance, turning and running for the others, where the battle raged on. She skidded to a halt by Bill Weasley, pointed her wand at Bellatrix, and yelled: