Rough howls and whoops echoed off the walls of Hogwarts; the Death Eaters were gaining on them and Hermione found herself running harder, despite the stitch in her side and the agony rippling through her back. She ended up behind Lupin, the others between her and the Death Eaters and although she knew it was irrational, she felt safer somehow. Hermione didn’t know how much longer she could run like this though, not with her wounds. She stifled a whimper and forced her legs to keep moving.