"Ron!" she screamed and cast petrificus totalus at a Death Eater who marched toward her with wand raised and Avada Kedavra on his lips. The Death Eater got the first syllable out before he fell, stiff as a board, and Hermione heard breathy screams of terror coming from her mouth. That had been so close. Too bloody close. Hermione touched her wand to the gash in her leg and gabbled a healing spell, but the wound was too deep and a basic healing spell wasn’t doing the job. She felt so dizzy.