He heaved his broken lungs for one good gulp of air, but the spell seemed to have hit him in his magic itself. He felt it bleeding out of him. The noise coming from the triumphant Death Eaters was chaotic terror in his ears. His sight was swimming ... and it was fading fast. His wand was a mile away. And what would happen to Hermione if he died out here? He prayed she could find somewhere safe in the world ... for he had failed to protect her again ...