Saviour HGMM
Summary: When Dobby rescued Harry from Malfoy Manor Hermione was left behind in the struggle. After the war has been won and her friends go looking for her, what state will she be in?
A/N Hello my friends, yet another HGMM fic from me I'm afraid. This one hit me the other day out of the blue and I just had to get it up asap. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1: Found
Minerva blasted open the door to the dungeon and lifted her wand.
"Homenum revelio" she whispered.
Her wand tip glowed, alerting her to the presence of another human in the cellar.
"Hello?" she called cautiously.
The dungeon was very dark and Minerva could barely see, even with the enhanced sight given to her from being an animagus. She silently cast the lumos charm and lost shadows were cast around the room, making it appear rather frightening. She suddenly noticed a huddle on the floor in the far corner and rushed over to it.
"Hermione?" she begged as she crouched beside the figure, placing a gentle hand on a bony shoulder.
Hermione's arms were covered in cuts and bruises, her open eyes lolling into the back of her head. The young woman's breaths were very shallow and Minerva feared that any second they would cease altogether. She carefully scooped up the witch and made her way back up the stairs, a single tear sliding down her long nose.
As she entered the dining room she called for Harry, whose footsteps could be heard thundering from another part of the house immediately. Understandably Weasley had stayed with his family, his brother having died only a few hours ago. This was the reason Harry had approached Minerva and asked for her help in retrieving his best friend, and to be honest Minerva was glad he had asked. When he and Weasley had turned up at the castle without the young Miss Granger she'd been extremely worried.
Harry arrived with a red face, panting slightly.
"Did you..?" he asked before his eyes fell upon Minerva and her find, causing him to stop in his tracks.
"Oh my god…" he whispered, his tone full of disbelief.
He walked slowly over to the pair of them and stared at Hermione's slightly disfigured face. Gently he ran his index finger over a long, jagged cut which ran from her eyebrow to her jaw line, right down the side of her face.
"Give her to me", he insisted, "I'll carry her." His voice was hard and detached, and Minerva had known him long enough to know what had caused the change in his manner.
"Harry, this isn't your fault…" she started, but he cut her off abruptly.
"Yes, it is, I left her behind. Now give her to me." He didn't look at her when he said this, and she imagined this was because he had tears in his eyes. Minerva knew how stubborn Harry could be, a trait he had inherited from his father, and thought it best not to argue. So instead she passed Hermione's limp form over to the boy who lived, thinking it was probably not such a bad place to be. They walked out of Malfoy Manor in silence until they had passed beyond the magical enchantments which prevented apparition, at which point they stopped simultaneously. Minerva wrapped her arm around Harry's shoulders and pretended she could not feel their slight quiver as he fought back sobs of grief.
"Ready?" she asked, and he nodded in reply.
They side along apparated to St Mungo's, where noise seemed to erupt around them. Staff came rushing over to them from every direction, with hundreds of questions being shouted at them at once. Harry said nothing and when Minerva looked at his face she saw his eyes fixed on Hermione's face. He was in no state for this, so Minerva stepped forwards slightly, indicating that questions should be directed to her. She was used to this situation, having brought many of her friends here after battles during the last two battles against Voldemort.
Eventually Hermione was taken to a room, although Harry refused to relinquish her from his grasp, placing her on the hospital bed in her room himself. She was hooked up to a bunch of machines and the endless tests began. Harry left once she was settled to take the news to Ginny and the rest of the Order. He had made Minerva promise she would go home and rest, but they both knew her feeble assurance was empty words. She didn't have anyone to take the news to, no family or friends of her own. The last of them had been Albus, but even he was gone now. And the prospect of returning to her empty house was uninviting, so she stayed by Hermione's side, trying to understand why looking onto her ex pupil's broken body caused her heart to shatter so agonizingly in her chest.
A/N I hope you guys liked the first chapter, please let me know what you thought. Thanks for reading; next update shouldn't be too far away.
Jess x