Here's my first attempt at a multi-chapter piece. I will be using components of the books, as well as the movies. I want to try and take this to the darkest place I can reach and I hope that the few readers I have will be willing to take this journey with me. I love the world of magic, because it reaches into unfathomable heights, depths and can be taken in so many directions. I promise to try to the best of my ability to keep everyone in character. This is a journey for you as it is for me. Here we go. On with it!

I do not own the people or places in the Harry Potter Universe.

She could hear muffled voices, footsteps around her, shuffling beside her, the sliding of sheets, ghostly echoes through the abyss she floated in. Her head ached, a persistent dull throb, beginning at her ears and meeting just between her eyes. Her stomach burned and her mouth watered as the bile slowly began to rise in her throat. She could hardly move, her limbs felt heavy, as though they themselves were made of lead. She tried to scream, but found her body entirely too weak to even try to make the effort.

A thin shaft of light began to grow, although blinding her temporarily, she was happy to see it. It meant she was here. She wasn't dead. Why would she fear that she were dead? Why would that thought enter her mind? She opened her dry mouth to speak, her voice coming out in a croak, no intelligible words, just a moan. Just a confirmation that she had a voice, she was alive and she could speak. She tried to move her arms only to be met by a physical resistance. Her arms; were they tied down? Was she being restrained? Quickly regaining focus, she looked around. She was in a bed, in a room. The room wasn't hers, where was the green border, where were the sheer green curtains? The mattress was hard, it wasn't hers. Where was she? A white washed ceiling. A large window framed by heavy gray curtains. A plain wooden door with a small window of frosted glass. Monitoring devices. A tray of potions set on a table by the door. Printed on one of the bottles was an emblem she recognized. A wand crossed with a bone. St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. She was in St. Mungo's. Trying not to panic, she attempted to speak.

"He…help…help me," her voice was weak, almost unrecognizable.

"Hermione?" He was by her side in an instant. He had been off to the side, where she could not see him. He stood over her taking one of her hands, which she could barely move. She had in fact been restrained. His messy black hair looked as though he'd be raking fretful fingers through it. His bright green eyes were troubled and filled with questions.

"Harry? Harry, what am I doing here? What happened?" She asked, her head throbbing, her clouded mind racing.

"You're okay. Just relax, give your head a moment to clear," Harry spoke softly leaning over her. He held his wand in his right hand. 'At the ready.' He glanced furtively at the door and leaned in, speaking in a near whisper. "You're on the fourth floor."

"Spell damage. I've been hit with a curse? What happened to me? Where's Ron?"

"Ron can't be here right now. You were stunned. You were stunned three times in the fight."

"Fight? Harry, what fight?" She asked, her panic rising, her heart pounding. "Who did I fight with and where's Ron? Why can't he be here? I want to see him."

"Hermione, listen to me, you can't see him. You're in…protective custody. We had to restrain you."

"WHAT HAPPENED?" Her panic reached its peak and she needed to know what had happened to her. She attempted to pull her arms free, but the restraints would not give. Something terrible had happened, her mind was completely unable to recall what landed her in the hospital. "Harry, where is Ron and why can't he be here with me?"

"He was here, being treated in this ward too. Listen to me Hermione. The Ministry won't let you see each other. Something happened tonight and they're going to question you. Ron already gave a statement, after they treated him and he was sent home."

"Harry, who attacked us?"

"No one. No one attacked you. It was a fight between you and him. We confiscated your wand until further notice."

"Oh god, Harry…please…"

"Hermione, you have to try and remember something. You're in trouble." He looked pained. He was preparing to say something he never thought he'd say. Her tears already began falling, shadows of her ordeal earlier already returning to her foggy memory. As her consciousness wore on, she already knew. It was becoming all the more clear. The reality of what landed her in St. Mungo's was far worse than any nightmare she had ever had.

"Hermione, he had to defend himself. Ron had to stun you three times."

"No Harry. Don't…"

"You tried to kill him."

A/N: There we have it. A beginning. I have something stewing here and I hope you will bear with me. I have time on my hands so I will update as often as I can. Reviews are appreciated but I'm not forcing any of you. As always, be constructive, this is entertainment and nothing more. I hope this is the beginning of something…well…something. Love!