My eyes caught my mother's and she motioned for me to come close. She leaned in a whispered, "Is this her? The one you love?" My eyes brimming with tears and the tortured look in my face gave her her answer. "Then you must save her." I look. She knows what I want to say. "Don't worry about me. Go!" It all happens so fast. Potter and Weasley some how escaped the cellar and are shooting spells at my father, mother, and Aunt while I make my way to Granger. Once she's in my arms, I'm hit with a hex and I yell in pain, but Hermione holds on to me.