the_debt_of_time

The jar that enclosed the flames clinked against the hard floor and spun across the ground
as the water all but evaporated from the room.
He finally saw the silhouette of the small witch crumpled in the corner of the room.
"Hermione!"
Her name was a mournful cry as he rushed to her, pulled her against himself, and
tilted her head back. Face pale, body lifeless, eyes closed, and skin ice cold.
"Rennervate!" he yelled, but nothing happened. He focused, his entire torso tight with
desperation. "Rennervate!"
His entire world threatened to close in on him as her body remained limp in his
arms.