A/N- Solely Ms. Rowling's world. Only unrecognizable characters and the plotbunny are mine 3
I Need a Doctor
Chapter 1
"I'm about to lose my mind. You've been gone for so long... I'm runnin' out of time. I need a doctor, call me a doctor, I need a doctor, doctor, to bring me back to life..."
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley practically screamed out when she saw him running, full keel, down the hall toward them.
"W-what's happened? Is she going to be alright? What's going on?" He managed to choke out as he skidded to a stop.
"S-s-she-!" Then Mrs. Weasley was sobbing onto his chest heavily.
"Mum, come on now." Bill easily drew her into a soft hug, rescuing Harry. "We don't know anything yet; it might be alright. The Healers are doing their best..." A pale Charlie motioned Harry to take the chair next to him, but Harry couldn't stand the thought of sitting right now.
"What's happened? Professor McGonagall just floo'd me to tell me to get over here right away and that you lot were already here. Please Charlie..." Harry hadn't felt this close to tears in many months.
"Neville found her." The second eldest Weasley boy began, "she'd slit open her wrists, Harry. He immediately preformed staunching charms and brought her here. Then floo'd Bill and Fleur..." Charlie couldn't finish, so George took up the story.
"He had be subdued, was in a right state I reckon... Still all covered in the blood. Should be an easy enough thing to fix though, shouldn't it? Just close the wounds and pump her full of blood replenishing potions, right?" George seemed to be looking for some confirmation, but Harry didn't offer any. She'd slit her wrists...
"Right, George." Percy did sound fairly confident, even if his voice was a bit muffled due to the fact that his face was covered by his hands. Harry glanced at the solid door they were sitting across from in anticipation, as if a Healer would emerge at any second to tell them all that Hermione would be alright. But she obviously wasn't alright... she was trying to kill herself. Not that Harry hadn't been constantly thinking about that himself for the past few months... If it hadn't been for his godson being now solely in his care... He started suddenly when the doorknob Harry had been so intently focussed on began to turn. Out stepped a tall Mediwizard with light hair and a smile.
"You are the family of Ms. Granger?" He asked brightly.
"Yes." Harry said immediately, stepping forward.
"Excellent, well she's now stable, and asleep. There is a bit of swelling in her brain, but we are sure that is just from lack of oxygen being able to circulate. No visitors tonight, and if when she wakes she complies with the potions we've set her to take, I am sure Ms. Granger will make a full recovery." The cheery Mediwizard beamed.