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The door shook from the Bombarda , but the wards held. They wouldn’t do so for much longer.
Hermione lifted her wand, casting a shield. It was in vain, she knew it. They were exhausted. There were too many Death Eaters.
“You still have a chance to get to the portkey, I’ll hold them off and you make a run for it,” Severus said.
There was blood on his cheek, and his wand hand shook from the effort of sustaining the wards.
“No. Not alone. Never alone. We go together. Always.”
She held out her hand, and he took it.
“Together.”