            "Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione hissed. She sent a silent cushioning charm, then watched as Lavender’s body tipped soundlessly to the floor.            She gazed down at the girl’s prone body, a shaking hand covering her mouth. "Oh God," she whimpered, dropping carefully to the girl’s side. That was a prophecy. It had to be, but what—why...Stop! She had to deal with the issue at hand before a drunk student stumbled out of the portrait. But first...Hermione raised the wand to Lavender’s forehead, touching the tip just above her sculpted eyebrow. Lavender’s eyes danced wildly. "Bring forth the memory," Hermione whispered. "Do you hear me? I want the memory of me and Lucius. Blink twice if you understand."