"No. But if we don't do something, she-" Potter trailed off as he scanned the room, his hand hovering above the glinting knife lodged firmly in Granger's flesh. So much blood trickled from the wound at a slow but steady pace. It was pure agony to watch her chest rise so weakly only for it to fall again as more blood left her body. And not just from the knife wound. All over her arms and legs, blood spilt from the multiple cuts Bellatrix had left on her.