Lucius snarled, wand pointed at Hermione’s abdomen and from his mouth came a curse that stained the air dark with its very utterance. Evil, twisted, dark magic. Hermione started to say: "Protego!" but she had spoken a second too late and the curse was going to hit her. Her heart stopped with fear, with the knowledge that this was it. It was over. She didn’t want to leave them all. She didn’t want to...