Hermione barely had time to register Ron sprinting towards her before she felt the heat of the Fiendfyre sweep across her skin. Automatically, she spun and stumbled in the opposite direction to the flames, knowing Ron would catch her up in minutes. Her soles pounded on the floor, but her ears filled with the crackle and flare of the fire. Creasing her eyes, she risked a glance behind her and almost stopped as she realised neither Ron or Harry were to be seen amongst the flames. Cursing, she turned to scan the expanse before her, just in time to crash through a mirror.