Poppy waved her 9.2 inch plywood wand with a squirrel tail core over the unconscious quivering student in a series of diagnostical spells. The blue glittering light dripped out her wand and slimed over the bushy haired beauty.
"Poppy, m'dear, what has happened to the poor girl?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he ate an unending stream of lemon sherberts.
"The diagnostic magic says Hermoine has 10 hours of rape and 10 hours of Cruciotis. Alternating. Everything is bruised or bleeding. She might make it Albus, but I'm not sure she will."
"Let's take her to St. Mangoes," Dumbledore offered sugarly.
"She won't survive the Floo trip and aperition would defiantly kill her! At best she'll wake up in 3 weeks."
"Do your Hogwarts best, then Poppy. She truly is in Merlin's hands now."
Mademoiselle Pumphrey waggled her wand and performed several secret family Healing magical spells. It didn't matter if Dumbledore saw now, family oaths required she save this poor girl she had always had a secret fondness for.
She tried one such secret family spell, "Healus maximus!" A a golden orb belched out the squirrel core wand (which is actually very advantageous to Healing as squirels are the Healers among animals) and entered the smarted witch of her age's chest. It pulsed and throbbed but *nothing happened!*
"Egads Poppy! Truly that is a wonderful spell! Where ever did you learn it!" Crowed Albus Percival.
"Not now Alby," Poppy frowned and muttered, "This next one better do the trick or else..." And wrung her wand between her nervous, sweaty hands. "Grande curar!" And a great bold of green lightening came out (green like the Adava Kedavra curse but the opposite so therefore Healing) and the girl in the Golden Trio jolted but didn't wake!
"Ho ho! I see you've got that Latin fire, eh Poppy!" chortled the Supreme Mugwump. "Maybe the elves should prepare fish tacos for dinner."
Poppy closed her eyes and was very white and clammy. She whispered "I guess I must do it. The ultimate healing spell."
With shaking hearts she pointed it at the girl. "Destroyo diseaso" And the most Healing color of all (white) pored and sprinkled over Mione's battered beated body. It entered her body and fixed everything! The nerves became one and the muscles knit back together. Her bones got harder and her chocolate orbs became more farseeing. It was truly the ultimate Healing spell.
Hermione sat up in bed and wondered, "Madam Pomphrey and Professor Dumbledore! You saved me!"
Dumbledore chuffed and munched on his beard a bit, but Poppy turned away. "Miss Gragner...with great magic comes great consequences," she sniffed and continued "all your teeth have fueled the Healing spell for your body. You will need magic dentures."
"No!" gasped Hermione, or blabbed really.
"Yes. Also, we needed more magic might so you are now soul bonded to Draco Malfoy and Sirius Black. Their magic saved your life."
Hermione gaped but really she had always secretly fantasized about them.
Dumbledore chuckled, "All's well that ends well. Good job, Poppy. Hermione, I have a marital suite for you threesome."