The Death Eater gurgled and fell, and Hermione was left gasping for breath, heart pounding in her chest, rattling against the cage of her ribs. She realised she couldn't just stay here and hope for someone to come and find her – she had to get out. Had to get to the doors. The dust from the explosion that had flung her back was starting to settle and she could see the big doors on the other side of the huge room, and shapes there, moving, milling about. The Order. And between them and her, the Death Eaters.