Hannah just knew that she was not going to make it out alive. The wind and sand was beating her body. She wasn't exactly sure what she was holding on to...it could be a tree, a hut or another person. All she knew was that she had a death grip on it and she wasn't going to go anywhere.

She was dodging coconuts and other flying things left and right. The fact that she was not knocked out cold was a major feat for her. Her arms were starting to burn by holding on so hard. She didn't know how much longer she could take it before the hurricane consumed her.

Then it all stopped. She blinked a few times and looked around to see that the professor had ended the spell. Thank Merlin. She couldn't have done it at a better time.