Hermione believed death would save her from the all-consuming pain, but as it turned out, death brought only more pain, and it was never-ending. She was sure that what she saw before her were hallucinations. Writhing in agony, she saw Luna’s face looming over her, the lines of it blurry. Then Luna transformed into a snake and kept biting her, making Hermione scream. But the snake wasn’t real, it wasn’t there, it was dead, its’ butchered pieces on the floor with Gryffindor’s sword next to it, its’ dark blood glistening on the black tiles, its’ vicious black eyes cold and venomous even in death.