Not So Riddikulus

Hermione was huddled on the floor on her hands and knees to offset the horrible shaking sobs issuing from her body. In front of her was his body, pale – oh god, so horribly pale – green tinged around the lips, his wand carelessly dropped a few feet away. A horrible keening was escaping her lips as she rocked and cried, her hand outstretched toward his form, but darting back when she neared touching him. From the partial profile he could see of her face, Harry’s heart wrenched as he saw tears raining down her cheeks, darkening the front of her robes.