38.
Hogwarts
Hermione eased her eyes open slowly. She felt sore and parched. She tried looking around, but her neck was cramped as were her legs when she stretched. She drifted in and out of consciousness for another hour before coming reasonably awake.
From the looks of things, she was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Laid out in a cot, sheet to her chin. A white arch of metal below her feet, another over her head. A little table beside her bed was littered with potions in all colors and sizes.
It was too dark to see anyone about.
She whispered, "Water."
Madam Pomfrey was instantly at her side. Looking down in an incredibly impossibly sad way at Hermione.
"Well, we are awake, are we? Wanting water? Of course, you would be." Pomfrey retrieved a glass of water for Hermione and assisted her with holding it to her lips. "There now. Not too much at once. Better?"
Hermione nodded and settled into her pillow. She began to ask, but was shushed by a hand.
"You're at Hogwarts and you are safe. You need a bit more rest. I am going to give you another draught. Open wide."
Pomfrey gave Hermione a purple potion. Hermione recognized the taste and smell.