A/N: And it keeps coming! Thanks for all your fantastic reviews!









Hermione stepped out of the tent, and saw a few black cloaked wizards pass by. She looked at them intently, and started to follow them. Finally one turned around and muttered a spell, then -

'Watch it!' a man yelled, pushing Hermione and himself away from them.

Hermione fell onto the ground, and the man stood over her, and they both hid behind a few large packs. He shielded her as a bunch of bombs came pelting around everywhere.

Hermione closed her eyes. If this was what Harry was going through.

'Shit.' Muttered the man and ran over where the bombs struck. Hermione followed him, and they spotted a man lying on the ground.

Hermione gasped. He had a shock of red hair.

'Ron.' said the man, shaking him slightly.

Ron's head lolled from side to side.

'C'mon, let's get him to the hospital tent.' Said Hermione. Grabbing his legs, and the man his arms, they dragged him to the hospital tent, putting him on a bed.

Ron's eyes fluttered open.

'Ron!' said Hermione. She stroked his hair softly, and then took off his hat.

The man watched as Ron's eyes closed again.

'What was that bomb?' she said.

'Happens a lot round here.' Said the man with a gruff Scottish accent. 'My name's Carl.' He said extending a hand.

'Hermione.' She replied.

'Over here, Miss Granger!' called a voice.

*

After Hermione attended to another four people, she came back to Ron, who was now sitting up.

'Ron!' she said, hugging him.

'Ouch! Easy there, Mione!' he said.

'Oh. Sorry.' Said Hermione looking sheepish. 'How's that arm?'

Ron's arm was badly burnt, but it wasn't a regular burn - it was strange and venomous.

'They're sending me back.' Said Ron, laying back on his pillows. 'Sending me to some Wizarding Hospital.'

'St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.' Said Hermione quietly.

Ron nodded.

'Well, at least you'll be able to see Lavender.' Said Hermione brightly. 'She's been worried sick about you.'

'Well, I think that.'

'Out, out, out!' said Sister Agatha, shooing Hermione out. 'This man needs rest, and relaxation! He'll be on the next train home in a few days!'

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, who grinned back. Then she left to leave him in peace.

Hermione was about to go to the next hospital tent, when she saw a small girl in front of her.

'Have you seen my mummy?' said the girl.

She was a pretty child, with shiny, dark chocolate ringlets and big blue eyes which looked imploringly at Hermione.

'What is your name, darling?' asked Hermione gently.

'Diana.' Said the little girl. 'But have you seen my mummy?'

'Does mummy know you're here?' asked Hermione.

'No.' said Diana. 'She was going to leave me in an orphanage for a little while, but I 'scaped to come and find her. Is she here?' She pulled out a locket. 'This is my mummy.' She said.

The pretty woman with dark curls in the locket looked just as the woman Hermione helped on her very first day here! 'Come along,' she said to the little girl.

Hand in hand, they walked to the Hospital Tent. 'Look after her, please.' She said to a passing Sister. She clucked her tongue disapprovingly. 'A child in this place!' she said.

Hermione rushed to the camp bed where she remember the lady being. Instead, she saw a man sleeping. She turned around and saw Amelia.

'Hermione, hi.' Said Amelia, passing.

'Wait.' Said Hermione grabbing her arm. 'Where's the lady who was here?'

Amelia opened her mouth. And then closed it.

'Yes?' said Hermione impatiently.

'She's gone, Hermione.' Said Amelia quietly.

Hermione put her hand to her forehead. 'No.' she whispered, shaking her head.

'I'm sorry.' Said Amelia.

'I found her little girl!' said Hermione. 'Her little girl, who's looking for her.'

'A little girl? Here?'

'Yes.' Said Hermione, her voice trembling. 'That poor angel. She was missing her mother, so she ran away from the orphanage her mother left her in for a few days, and -'

'You'll have to tell her the truth.' Said Amelia, with emotion in her shaking voice.

Hermione blinked away a mist of tears which formed in her eyes, to go to the Sister she left Diana with.

'Diana.' She said quietly. 'How old are you?'

'I'm almost four.' Said Diana proudly. 'Have you found mummy?'

Hermione sat down and pulled Diana onto her knee. 'Mummy has gone, Diana.'

'Is she coming back?'

Hermione shook her head, closing her eyes. 'I'm afraid not. She's gone to heaven. Do you know what heaven is?'

Diana nodded her head slowly, looking puzzled. 'Gran's in heaven. So's daddy.' She said.

Hermione's heart broke for this little girl's pain. 'Well, they'll be there to look after mummy while she's there.'

Two big tears welled up in Diana's eyes. 'She's not coming back.' she sobbed. 'Mummy's not coming back.'

Hermione held the crying child to her, Diana's tears soaking into her uniform.

'Will she be lonely?' said Diana, wiping her eyes.

'Of course not.' Said Hermione. 'Guess what. My grandma is in heaven too.'

'Really?' said Diana sniffing.

Hermione nodded. 'Does mummy know how to sew and knit?'

Diana shook her head. 'She never had time, but she always wanted to learn.'

Hermione sat Diana in her lap facing her. She wiped her tears away gently while saying, 'I'm sure my grandma will teach her. She'll have plenty of time there.'

'I'd like that.' Said Diana, her tears ebbing away.

Hermione smiled.

'And I like you, too.' Said Diana, impulsively hugging her.

Hermione hoped she didn't notice a floating stretcher carrying a pretty lady with dark curls away, to be buried under a white cross.











A/N: I'm practically crying here, so cheer me up with reviews, please!