            The words flew from her mouth as a sudden force ripped through her, like a hook curved through her belly. Hermione felt herself fly backwards, barely having time to grab hold of the new chain before she was hurtling through the air. Whispers like wind howled around her, growing louder and louder until the sound was deafening. Sirius was a blur in front of her, a haze of color in all the white. He managed to reach for her hand again, crushing her fingers in his own.