I realized that there was an odd grinding above us, as Bellatrix and the others looked up just in time to see the massive crystal chandelier fall to kill us all. If I didn't move, I'd be crushed to death alongside Bella. The blade and the arm restraining me were gone and I fell to my knees, crawling away as I heard the chandelier crash onto the floor, crystals and chains falling on top of Griphook and myself, who was still clutching the sword of Gryffindor. A part of my mind told me to take the sword from him in order to defend myself as I felt hands grab and pull me away from the wreckage.