There's a silence. Hermione realises that she's gasping those things at him aloud and incoherent as tears streak her cheeks, and the handful of witches and wizards in the room are staring at her. Pity and horror hangs thick in the air. She snaps her mouth shut and stares at him pleadingly. But what can he do? They haul him roughly to his feet, and his eyes never leave hers.