"Hhhh." Her breath was shoved from her lungs as Hermione’s body impacted an unforgiving surface. She choked and gasped for air, already trying to roll and scramble and claw her way to her feet. Her starving lungs burnt and she couldn’t think properly, just breathe get up fight breathe get up fight breathegetupfight. She made it to her feet, swaying but up, and air finally ripped down her throat and filled her desperate lungs. Her hair had come out of its ponytail and hung straggling around her face, and something wet and warm trickled into her right eye, half blinding her. When Hermione took a stumbling step forward agony shot through her shins and knees, and she gritted her teeth and tried not to scream.