Disclaimer – Unfortunately, still not mine
This story has been flowing round in my mind for months, and now that I have found the time to update, I can't seem to stop writing, especially as I have been watching the films, and it has given me new found inspiration.
This chapter is shorter than I intended, but I saw no need to fill it with things unnecessary to the plot, I felt that it had all that it needed, and found nothing I added to it seemed to work the way this did.
He Saved Her
Chapter 4
The door swung shut behind the second eldest Weasley. He was irritated; he lent against the wall in the corridor and tried to calm himself. He was sure something was wrong, he had to get in to see Hermione, before Ron, and alone, but how?
Madam Pomphry, she was his only hope, he knew she would be here and she had always held a soft spot for him. He just had to find her, so without waiting to think through what he would say, he pushed off the wall and headed down the corridor.
After a few minutes of searching he found her emerging from a patients room and hurried forward. Quickly glancing around to check they were alone.
'Madam Pomphry?'
She glanced up from her notes and looked at him in slight surprise.
'Charlie Weasley? My, it has been some time, how are you dear?'
'I am well thank you, but if possible, I need a favor?'
'Well for you, of course'
'I need to see Hermione Granger, before my family does, alone, without them finding out' He said hoping she wouldn't ask too many questions.
'I know you will have good reason for asking this Charlie. But may I ask why?'
'There is something wrong, I know there is, Hermione is a very talented witch, and it's hard for me to believe she would allow herself to be caught off guard without her wand. I just want to talk to her, I think she might tell me what happened, but I doubt she will with everyone there.'
'Ok, But I can't allow you long, she is still quiet unwell, I was actually just on my way to tell you all she is awake.'
'Thank you'
She headed back into the room in which she had just left, Charlie followed and was shocked at the sight which befell his eyes.
Hermione looked small, weak and vulnerable, far from the witch he knew. She was covered in bruises and her usual bright and rosy cheeks were pale, almost gray.
'Charlie?' he was heartbroken to hear her voice sounded just as she looked.
He didn't reply, instead he walked over to her bed side and sat in the chair beside her, grasping the hand of her unbroken arm as he did, seeing this, Madam Pomphry turned and left two of her favirote students from Hogwarts alone.