And that's how, after Dumbledore had sent a Patronus to Hogwarts, Hermione, still under Umbridge's traits, started chasing Dumbledore out of the prison, and challenged him to a duel right in front of it, drawing the human guards attention to them. Meanwhile, Edmund was supposed to discretely get Morfin Gaunt out, and to avoid the dementors. It was decided he would exit through a window. Hermione and Dumbledore had melted the window's bars before they left. The main difficulty was that the prisoner was so weak he could barely stand. This is why Edmund was now standing on the edge of a window, under the rain and the waves, carrying a man on his shoulders. As they felt the absence of a prisoner, the dementors sounded the alarm and massively arrived in the cell. Edmund was starting to feel weak. It was time to go.
"Please, make it work!" He prayed.
And he jumped, holding Morfin Gaunt tight against him. He kept falling and falling, felt the wind and the sea spray whipping his face, and thought for a moment that his time had come. As he braced for impact, his fall was stopped when he hit a net. The net was stretched between four people riding broomsticks. They were flying in formation, and none of them was going faster than the others. There was a dwarf, a woman with yellow eyes, a woman who looked like a nurse, and another woman who was wearing a green dress. In a perfect synchronisation, they all turned their brooms back, and flew towards land, until they landed in a forest.
"You are out of your mind, young man!" The woman in green exploded while she helped the young king up.
"Thank you for being there in time."
"Do you know how lucky you are? What did you have in mind? Jumping! From Azkaban! And helping a prisoner escape!"
"Hermione said we needed him." Edmund shrugged. "So I needed to get him out."
"Did you shrug? He just shrugged! Things could have gone very wrong! I've always thought miss Granger was the clever one in the group, but this!"
"Get a hold of yourself, Minerva!" The woman with yellow eyes sharply cut her. "Poppy, I think this gentleman is in a bad shape. See what you can do."
And so the nurse instantly went to take care of Gaunt. The woman with yellow eyes came to firmly shake Edmund's hand, who then started changing back to his own appearance. He let out a groan, as changing back was as painful as transforming into Percy. The nurse turned to him, hesitating to help him or Gaunt, and he raised his hand, gesturing that he was okay.
"This is very unpleasant." He said when it was over.
"Better?" The woman with yellow eyes asked in a rough tone.
"Yes. Thank you very much."
"Rolanda Hooch." she introduced herself. "And this is professor Minerva McGonagall, and Professor Filius Flitwick. The nurse here is Poppy Pomfrey."
"Edmund Pevensie, known as the Just, or the Old. It is my honour to meet you. Hermione told me a lot about you, Professor McGonagall. And you Professor Flitwick."
Madam Hooch snorted with disdain.
"I guess she never mentioned me! Miss Granger was never quite so bright on a broomstick. Potter, on the other hand, he had it in his blood!"
"How is our man?" Flitwick asked, deciding to change the subject.
"He is really weak." Mrs Pomfrey replied. "He won't last long."
"He has to hold on until Hermione is back. Is there anything you can do?"
"I'll do my best. But she has to hurry."