            Rage boiled inside her as the slope flattened out. Hermione ground her heels into the grass, but to no avail—Sirius tugged her forward with a heave, the sudden shift in balance sending her collapsing to her knees. She heard the whoosh of a wand being drawn, then a muttered spell as her palms hit the scraggly grass, barely saving her from diving nose-first into the ground. "I tried to say," Hermione screeched, "I’ll bloody kill you if the door doesn’t first!"