Just as he promised, when Thorfinn picked up his best friend's battered body out of the bed to throw over his shoulder, Antonin groaned. There wasn't time to think about how to make him more comfortable. Not when forces were gathering in the front of the flat. Hermione could hear the footsteps and the whispers that weren't quiet enough. Once again she was grateful to have Thorfinn at her side. If she'd been there alone, there wouldn't have been any hope. Together they could fight through a crowd. They'd done it before.