The battle was intense, Hermione was doing her best to ignore it. Half of her brain completely focused on the ruptured femoral artery on the Auror she was working on, the dark curse around it pulsed with power as it rapidly decayed the leg. His muted screams reminded her to stay focused. The other half of her brain was reminding her this was the first time she'd been a part of a fight of this scale with magic involved since the Battle of Hogwarts and was in a repetition of what the fuck what the fuck what the fucking fuck have you gotten yourself into now, Granger?