The soothing voice of Professor McGonagall washed over her, and her ears followed the sound. The witch was seated on the floor rocking Parvati Patil gently back and forth. Behind them lay the still forms of her twin Padma, and her best friend. Lavender Brown was nearly unrecognizable as her face and upper body had been torn in half. Bite marks littered her body, and her normally pristine blonde curls were matted down with dried blood. Hermione choked back the bile threatening to leave her throat and turned away.