A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, I only own my mind which seems to be a little sexist today. Sorry 'bout that!
Harry looked at Hermione's unconscious body and sighed.
"Guess I better get you to the hospital wing, 'Mione"
He grabbed her arm and pulled. No luck, she didn't budge.
Next he tried to roll her, but it seems that you can't control a person who is rolling.
"Right", Harry said.
Supporting one arm behind Hermione's back, and slipping the other underneath her legs, he lifted.
"Argh", he grunted. "This looks SO much easier in the movies, and Hermione's skinny as a twig".
Stumbling along the narrow hallway, Harry felt as if his arms were going to drop off.
Luckily for him, relief presented itself in a rather unorthodox manner.
Triiiiiiip went Harry, Hermione flying out of his arms and straight towards –
"Ooof" went Ron as Hermione came flying straight into his stomach.
"Ooof" went Harry as he knocked himself unconscious on the stone floor.
"Bloody hell" said Ron, looking from one best friend to the other.
"I wonder what the bloody hell happened. Bloody hell, I better get them to the hospital 'cause that looks nasty."
Ron grabbed hold of one of their arms each and just as he was taking a strained step forward –
Bang! went Ron, headfirst into the wall.
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"There's my boomerang!" yelled Dumbledore, racing towards the object that had tripped Ron.
"On no!" he screamed, catching sight of the three teenagers. "Voldemort has knocked them all unconscious! I can't carry them all on my own!"
Dumbledore looked around helplessly, before noticing what he held in his hand.
"Boomy! I need you to get help. Fly!"
Dumbledore threw the boomerang upwards into the ceiling and –
Crack! went the boomerang as it rebounded off the ceiling and collided directly with Dumbledore's head.
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While our three heroes and their headmaster lay unconscious in a hallway, a Miss Ginny Weasley was making her way back to Gryffindor dorms when –
"Aaaah!" yelled Ginny, tripping over Dumbledore.
Thinking quickly, Ginny thrust her hands out to meet the floor in favour of her face.
In effortless grace, Ginny performed what would be a half push up to save her elbows from the force of impact before standing upright.
Looking around, she saw who she had tripped on, in addition to her brother, her love interest, her best friend, and a boomerang.
"What on earth?"
Realising that the four probably needed some medical attention (due to the massive swelling and bruising on their forheads that indicated concussions), Ginny stretched out a slender hand towards the bodies and –
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
THE END!