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 will they find?
A/N Hi guys! Thanks to everyone who read chapter one, and the one person who reviewed! Hope you enjoy chapter two
Chapter 2
When Hermione's eyes finally flickered open Minerva was in the canteen pretending to eat. And when Minerva re-entered the room she found an empty bed, causing her to freeze. Was she in the wrong room? She glanced at the open door and read 'Room 432', which was indeed the room Hermione had been assigned… So she made her way down the corridor and towards the floor's main desk with long strides. When she got there the secretary looked up at her with weary eyes.
"Hermione… she…" Minerva mumbled, raising her arm to point feebly in the direction of what had once been Hermione's room.
"Sorry, I don't understand" the woman replied softly, her eyebrows pulled together with concern.
Minerva took a deep breath and asked bluntly, "where is Hermione Granger?"
The woman gave a nod of understanding and rifled through some paperwork on her desk, looking for a specific document. Just a few seconds of waiting seemed to drag on for years and Minerva stood, tapping her fingers impatiently on the desk.
"Aah", the lady exclaimed, "Miss Granger was transferred to the disturbed ward and hour ago."
Minerva had to grab onto the desk to steady herself. Disturbed? But that was part of the psychiatric ward… She turned and sped towards the staircase, and her little Gryffindor.
When she finally found Hermione again she was shocked by what she saw. Her frail body was strapped to the bed, a drip in her arm and a lax expression on her face that suggested sedation. Minerva's eyes filled with tears at the awful sight before her.
She heard the door open behind her but she didn't have the strength to look away from Hermione, her eyes fixed on her fragile form.
"Minerva…" a soft voice called. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and managed to look at its owner, a aged woman with sad eyes and a warm smile.
"What happened?" Minerva managed to ask, although her voice was broken like a thousand shards of glass.
"When she woke up she tried to strangle the nurse", the Doctor said, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. "We think the torture gave her delusions of persecution."
Minerva's lip quivered. It wasn't possible, Hermione couldn't have attacked someone. She looked so delicate on the bed, she simply couldn't believe it.
"What does that mean exactly?" Minerva's brain was too distressed to work things out for herself.
"Well we won't know the exact extent of her condition until we talk to her, but the basic principle is that she constantly feels as though she is being attacked, and defends herself."
Minerva could certainly see how being tortured by Bellatrix would make you think everyone was out to get you.
"But she'll get better, right? It's not permanent?"
The Doctor sighed, and Minerva already knew what the answer to her question would be.
"Nothing is certain right now. Yes, there is a possibility that she will return to her original mental state…"
"But there is also a chance she won't." Minerva finished, her voice full of anger. And she really was furious. How could someone have done this? Images of Hermione flashed through her mind. Her laughing with Harry and Ron, smiling as she flicked through a book, that look on her face when she got a question correct in class. So much life and goodness, and they had destroyed it.
She shrugged the hand from her shoulder and fled from the hospital to a dark alley where she could apparated without notice. The first thing she became aware of in her new surroundings was the smell of sea water and the growl of angry waves around her. She looked up at the huge fortress, each grey brick promising a miserable existence. She marched through the doors of Azkaban and though people stared at her, the expression on her face warned them not to approach her. She knew where she was going and did not stop to speak to anyone, simply climbing the stairs at a speed which seemed unnatural for such an old woman. When she reached her destination she stopped outside the door, which had a splatter of blood on it. She pushed it open with force and heard it slam against the wall behind. The occupant of the room sprang up and stepped backwards hastily, trying to get as far away from the fiery witch as possible. But the cell was small and even with his back pressed against the far wall he was only a few meters away.
"Hello Lucius" she breathed, her voice oozing danger and acid, as she pulled out her wand.
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