Harry was dead. Her theory had been wrong. He ended up meeting the same fate as the rest of the cursed objects. But they all knew that was a possibility. Her eyes searched for Neville in the midst of battle. The young Gryffindor met her glance briefly before he  charged at the snake, sword in hand. Nagini’s head rolled on the dusty ground with its jaws wide open. Neville stood still, breathing heavily and nodded at her. 