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Paralyzed
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"But Harry's alive. And we won," Hermione reasoned, wondering whether the losses outweighed the victory. She and other hapless victims would have been slated for destruction, however, had Voldemort succeeded in Harry's stead—and she was immensely grateful that such hadn't happened.
"It would have been nice if we hadn't needed to fight at all," she complained.
"I agree, hon, that would'ae been nice," the Healer replied, resuming the clicking of her needles.
"Can...can I see Harry and Ron, soon?" Hermione asked, guiltily remembering that her parents were far off in Australia and didn't even remember that she existed. I suppose my only family are my friends, for the moment.
"They'll be workin' on helpin' to rebuild the castle right now, but when I see them at supper, I'll let'em know you're up to seein' them."
Satisfied with that, Hermione smiled. "Wonderful. Erm..." Her eyelids were heavy as lead. "I think I'll be going back to sleep now."
"That's fine, dear," the matron replied, not looking at her.
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