He stands behind her, guiding her by the elbow to stretch her arm forward. "Before you say the incantation I want you to think about how you ended up here. Think about what he did to you, think about how they left you, even when they were right here. How Weasley told Potter to go on without you. After all, you did for them...that’s how they repaid you. To leave you here to die, a victim to the likes of him." He hardly had to raise his voice above a whisper but she hangs on every word. He could feel the darkness in her twisting at the edges of her magic, begging for release.