(A/N: I forgot to say that this fic is based on the storyline of the Anne of Green Gable's movie - the war one where Gilbert goes to war. So, don't sue me!)













Hermione stared dismally out the dirty window. She glanced at her reflection and adjusted her hat slightly. She was wearing the khaki uniform of the Blue Light nurses, who were aiding the victims of the Wizarding War. She was about to nod off to sleep, when a Sister of Higher (A/N: Like a nun) beckoned to her.

'Hermione, you're wanted up front, dear.' She said.

'Sure,' she replied and took her wand and first aid kit and walked unsteady up the train.

A man was lying on the seats of the trains, lengthened by magic to be the size of a bed, with his eyes closed.

'Excuse me?' said Hermione quietly. The man opened one bloodshot eye and looked at her. 'Oliver?' she said incredulously.

He looked up. 'Hey, it's the little one who fixed Harry's glasses.' He said, panting slightly. 'You changed heaps, but I recognize those eyes.'

Hearing Harry's name was painful, but Hermione smiled. 'What can I do for you?' she asked kindly.

'It's my leg,' he groaned. 'A damn Quintaped.' (A/N: Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them.)

'The Dark Side are using dangerous creatures as well?' asked Hermione. She carefully folded up the leg of his pants and took off the dressing.

'Yeah, they're using every single one they could lay there hands on.' Said Oliver bitterly. He winced when Hermione pressed a cotton wad full of antidote onto his leg.

'Sorry.' Said Hermione, pulling it back. 'I have to clean out the venom.'

Oliver smiled slightly. 'Do your worst.' He said, doing his macho act.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She whipped out her wand and muttered a spell. Then she wrapped up the wound again. 'Better?' she said.

'Yeah.' He said. 'Thanks.'

'Now rest up that leg, OK? No running around until the wound is gone.' She instructed. 'Promise?'

'Promise.'

'Oh, by the way.' Said Hermione, leaving. 'You haven't heard about Harry, have you?'

'He's on the frontline.' Said Oliver. 'They reckon he's the one who'll have to finish off You-Know-Who. Don't be worried, Herm. Didn't you used to have a crush on him or something?'

'Yeah,' said Hermione. 'I still do.'

She left Oliver to sleep, her heart sinking as she collapsed on her little bed. Finish off Voldemort, she thought. Well, he's done it once. Maybe he can do it again.

*

'Everyone off the train, there's a bomb!' screamed a Sister. 'Quickly!'

Hermione sat up, confused, then her mind became alert. Getting out of her seat, she immediately got swamped by people running to get out. Running towards the carriage doors, she jerked them open and jumped into a haystack. Around her five other jumped out and after more people jumped out windows and doors, they saw the train keep going for a few minutes, then exploding in the distance.

Shaken, Hermione brushed the hay off her and stood up on the haystack, looking over a remote marshland, where she could see people fighting and dying. This wasn't her destination, but it was an area of war.

She approached a hospital tent and was instantly asked by a Sister to see to someone. She approached a camp bed where a woman lay. She looked up at Hermione. 'Water.' she whispered. Quickly Hermione gave her some, and she gulped it quickly. 'Thanks.' She said.

'Ouch.' Said Hermione, when she saw a cut on the lady's forehead. Brushing the lady's dark hair back, she cleaned the cut and fixed it up.

'They're sending me back.' She said softly. 'Maybe I can see my baby again.'

Hermione smiled, 'I'm sure your baby will be glad to see you.'

The woman closed her eyes, and leaned back.

Hermione looked at her for a moment, and then turned away.

'She won't make it.' Said another Blue Light nurse.

'Really?' said Hermione, her eyes wide.

The Blue Light nurse smiled. 'You haven't been here long, have you?'

'No - I just got here.'

'My name Amelia.' She said, extending a hand. 'They called me over from Australia for nursing.'

'I'm Hermione. I came to find my husband, but I guess I'm also here to nurse.'

'You only came to find your husband? Who is he?'

'Harry Potter.'

Amelia gasped. 'You don't say. Famous Harry Potter!' then she lowered her voice. 'I hear he is to do the final battle with You-Know-Who.'

Hermione looked away.

'You seem a real nice girl.' Said Amelia. 'I hope you find him.'

'Thanks.' Said Hermione softly.

'Would you like to stop over by the caterer's tent for a bite?' asked Amelia.

'No thank you. I don't really have an appetite.'

'I'll see you then.'

'Bye.'





(A/N: Pretty short chappie, but if you like it, review, and the new one'll be up in no time!) Ta muchly! Sassy