“The diadem,” Harry whispered, his voice barely a thread. “Rowena Ravenclaw’s. It has to be here, in the Room of Hidden Things.”
Harry opened his mouth to thank her, but she had already turned away, her tartan dressing gown snapping as she marched back toward the sounds of battle, shouting a hex that turned a section of falling ceiling into a flock of angry, razor-beaked sparrows. Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2 -20...
Hermione’s hand found his arm in the darkness. “Harry, the Room of Requirement is a trap. Draco Malfoy already tried to bring Greyback in through there. It might be swarming with Snatchers.” “The diadem,” Harry whispered, his voice barely a thread
“Potter,” she said, not loudly, but with a clarity that cut through the chaos. “I know you’re here. I saw your Patronus—a stag—leading the house-elves to the kitchens ten minutes ago. Don’t insult my intelligence by denying it.” Hermione’s hand found his arm in the darkness
The echo of her footsteps on the marble stairs faded, replaced by the thundering of their own as they ran toward the Horcrux, toward Voldemort, and toward the end. End of scene.
“Then we go through the walls,” Ron muttered. “Literally. We know the secret passages behind the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. We can get to the seventh-floor corridor from the fourth-floor balcony if we use the old servants' stairs.”
Harry took one last look at McGonagall’s retreating figure—small, indomitable, a lioness in tartan—then pulled his Invisibility Cloak back over his head.