I mention the Battle Of The Department Of Mysteries a lot. I love Order Of The Pheonix, not the Sirius dying, I cry at that part. The battle, just the intensity, the mood, setting, etc. If Harry Potter were real, I'd say "Nice one James" also, Hermione and Ginny were defiantly the greatest witches in that scene.
Hermione was anxiously tapping her foot as the nurses put tubes, IVs, and other necessities for Hermione's welfare in recovery in a bag with the Undetectable Extension Charm. Of course, Hermione felt like it was a waste of supplies but when she objected, the nurses had shrugged it off, saying they can duplicate the supplies they already had. She was still in her St. Mungos clothes. She had taken off her sweater to reveal the t-shirt underneath, the sweater was a bit soiled from her meals. They folded up the bag and put it in her pocket, and the nurse said "That limp's going to be there for a while. Couldn't get rid of that... scar there." she pointed to the lettering on her arm. "That's been there for a while, don't worry about it. It doesn't hurt." The nurse gave a worried expression "From where?" Hermione gulped "Voldemort" "Oh." there was a moment of silence. "Take these painkillers, just in case." Hermione accepted them. She looked out the window to see a bunch of newspaper writers standing outside the entrance. "Where's my wand?" she asked, and the nurse handed it to her. She shot a spell, drenching the writers, their parchment soaking wet, and their ink watery. "Mind your own business!" she yelled. They scattered, grumbling. She could see several familiar faces going into St. Mungos, and got a little excited, like run-out-the-door-and-shout-"FREEDOM!"-type of excited." When do I go?" the nurse just replied "I was once a patient here, and boy it was exciting to get back home. I've signed you out, now fly like the wind!" Hermione ran out of the door and down the hallway, taking the spiral stairs downward. Once she got down to floor level, she was filled with joy. She jumped onto Ron, hugging him with all her might. She then did the same to Harry, and they Apparated to Grimmauld Place.
Hermione looked around, at the mess in the kitchen, and the mess of Butterbeer bottles in the living room. With a few flicks, she put things back in their place, a pizza box soared over Harry's head, and Ron had to duck to prevent from being squashed with a table. She went upstairs to settle things. She got rid of the last of the Daily Prophet samples, sending them out the window, and rearranging her books alphabetically. She went to the kitchen to scrub the dishes, and clean the countertops, Ron begging the entire way that she needed to rest "I've been resting for two weeks! And besides, you boys can't be left alone, apparently." Ron sighed in agreement. "You're right about that one. We're having dinner at Mum's tonight." Hermione didn't look up from her rearranging of the cereal boxes. "Splendid" Ron kissed Hermione, and a moment passed in silence. "Thanks, Ronald. I really needed that today." Ron could tell she was trying to hide her blushing. They smiled, Hermione flicked her wand one more time to shut the cupboard. She suddenly heard a ringing from upstairs. "Oh, I have to call Mom!" she went up the stairs to pick up her phone, which was where the noises were coming from. "Hello?" A bunch of squabbles came from the other end, so loud that Hermione had to hold the phone away from her. "Okay, calm down guys. I'm alright, put me on speakerphone if you want." She heard a click, and her mom said "Is this better?"
"Very. How are you guys doing?"
"You first."
Hermione got silent for a moment, trying to come up with an explanation that didn't worry them, which already looked impossible at the moment. The last couple of months was hard to remember, with everything that had happened, and the screams... Hermione closed her eyes, trying to regain her mind, and she finally said "Good." her dad started to speak "Is something wrong, Hermione? You seem awfully quiet." she sighed "I'm fine Dad, I promise."
"Then why did we get an owl from St. Mungos and the Ministry of Magic? We visited you, but you were still unconscious. We were worried, Hermione. Now you're lying to us. What happened to my little girl?" Hermione became furious and hung up, putting it back in its stand. She started to walk downstairs but was startled when Harry Appereated at the staircase. "Harry! How long have you been standing there?" He still stood between her and the staircase "Enough. When we were looking at the memories that you gave us, where you were sitting with your parents at dinner, it was a little messed up in the end. What happened?" Her stomach twisted in a knot. "It was just a big mistake. It tore us apart. That's why I was so awkward at dinner with my parents a few months ago." Harry remembered her slurping, trying to avoid questions. "Then why did you do the same thing just a minute ago?" Hermione's face went pale. she didn't know what she was thinking! She went back to her room and stared at the phone, trying to urge herself to pick up. She felt the bag in her pocket and remembering that she had to have it on 23 hours a day. She already overdid what she was permitted, and she sighed. Closing the door, she opened the bag and got out a t-shirt. In the back was a pouch, and Hermione also got out an IV bag. She put it nozzle-down in the pouch and put the shirt on. Next, she got out a tube that split in two, making sure the ends had needle points. She attached the tube to the nozzle on the IV bag, the bag rested in between her shoulder blades, each of the tubes went in a U to each of the shoulder blades. She covered up the tubes and the shirt with a sweater, hoping it made the bulk a little less noticeable. She looked at her back in the mirror, people passing by wouldn't notice a bit. But everybody, she knew, was going to stare Better get used to it she thought this IV is the only thing from making me feel nauseous for the next two weeks. She sighed and went downstairs.
"To Hermione!" Ron said "To Hermione!" the rest of the group echoed as they clinked glasses. "Thanks, guys," Hermione said before she took a chug of pumpkin juice. They ate Chocolate Frogs and Peppermint Imps, along with a fruitcake and turkey, salad, fish, and all sorts of food. Ginny was the only one who stared at the tubes when she got dessert, she had a grim face for a moment before turning to its original state when Mrs. Weasley asked her about their last game "It was pretty close. we both had zero and our Seeker got hit by a Bludger. But somehow it whizzed right past him on the bench and he got it." Hermione was impressed. "what is it like, to throw around the Quaffle?" She sighed, having a lot to explain "There's a lot of traffic, tons of broomsticks. You remember when my head got beat by one of my own Beaters." Hermione grimaced, remembering Ginny falling off her broom, which earned a trip to St. Mungo's overnight which was probably Hermione's worst nightmare at the moment. The lack of color... like Umbridge... her mind trailed off a bit before she forced her mind to be on the conversation in front of her.