Draco Malfoy. Why couldn't she stop thinking about him? On the way down to her training in the hospital ward, she just couldn't stop thinking about him. He had been so mean and cruel in Hogwarts, and now he was a commander for the Darkside. And she Ron, and Harry were on the Lightside. This seemed so strange to her somehow. She felt a very strong energy from somewhere but she didn't know where it was coming from.
Pushing Draco from her mind, she raced toward the hospital ward. Someone had directed her on where to go, and when she entered she wasn't prepared for what she saw.
Bloodstained sheets, doctors and nurses working desperately to save some lives; Gold and blue lights were shining brilliantly behind curtains; People were Apparating from everywhere with burns, scratches, deep wounds, missing limbs. Some had hexes so bad they could not even speak of the pain they were in. Puddles of dark, sticky blood stained the white tiles and stood out before Hermione's eyes. She couldn't imagine what these people had been through. She was not looking forward to going out on the battle fields where she could actually see these things happening.
Feeling like an idiot for standing there staring, a man Apparated from thin air right in front of her. He had a deep neck injury that was bleeding furiously. Hermione slowly lowered him to the ground and she kneeled beside him. She took a deep breath and tried to remember how to do this. In the midst of screaming and chaos surrounding her, it slowly echoed away and she concentrated. She raised her hands above the wound, and then closed her eyes. A beautiful, radiant gold light shone from her hands as she lowered them both on the man's wounds. The man, still weak, hugged her tightly once the golden aurora around her faded away. And then he said the words so slowly, as if in slow motion.
"You are an angel."
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After her training (thought she didn't need much), Hermione went back upstairs to take a nap when someone knocked on the door. She ran over to it and welcomed Harry in. He looked tired, stressed, and upset. His green eyes searched her face. She reached out and hugged him tightly while he stroked her hair. Hermione pulled back and smiled at her old best friend.
"You look sick Harry, come and sit down." But he refused and lowered his eyes.
"I can't stay long. But I just wanted to tell you that your first battle is tomorrow. Raid reports are coming in from all over. I regret to tell you that they stuck you in the worst spot to be in. The put you on the Darksides' territory. You and all the other Gold Falcons are going. I...I really wanted to be with you but I can't. I'm sorry Hermione."
"There's no reason to be sorry. You can't control it. Besides, I'll be helping people in one spot and you'll be helping in another. I can do this Harry, really I can."
He smiled. "I've really got to go but just some advice..."
"I know I know..." She smirked and lowered her voice. "Be very careful. It's dangerous. Remember you can Apparate whenever battle has made you weary." Harry looked at her in surprise.
"Always a know-it-all, Hermione." She laughed at that.
"Well you and RON made me that way." He nudged her side and kissed her cheek before leaving the room.
She thought this was now a good time to sit down...and cry.
Pushing Draco from her mind, she raced toward the hospital ward. Someone had directed her on where to go, and when she entered she wasn't prepared for what she saw.
Bloodstained sheets, doctors and nurses working desperately to save some lives; Gold and blue lights were shining brilliantly behind curtains; People were Apparating from everywhere with burns, scratches, deep wounds, missing limbs. Some had hexes so bad they could not even speak of the pain they were in. Puddles of dark, sticky blood stained the white tiles and stood out before Hermione's eyes. She couldn't imagine what these people had been through. She was not looking forward to going out on the battle fields where she could actually see these things happening.
Feeling like an idiot for standing there staring, a man Apparated from thin air right in front of her. He had a deep neck injury that was bleeding furiously. Hermione slowly lowered him to the ground and she kneeled beside him. She took a deep breath and tried to remember how to do this. In the midst of screaming and chaos surrounding her, it slowly echoed away and she concentrated. She raised her hands above the wound, and then closed her eyes. A beautiful, radiant gold light shone from her hands as she lowered them both on the man's wounds. The man, still weak, hugged her tightly once the golden aurora around her faded away. And then he said the words so slowly, as if in slow motion.
"You are an angel."
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After her training (thought she didn't need much), Hermione went back upstairs to take a nap when someone knocked on the door. She ran over to it and welcomed Harry in. He looked tired, stressed, and upset. His green eyes searched her face. She reached out and hugged him tightly while he stroked her hair. Hermione pulled back and smiled at her old best friend.
"You look sick Harry, come and sit down." But he refused and lowered his eyes.
"I can't stay long. But I just wanted to tell you that your first battle is tomorrow. Raid reports are coming in from all over. I regret to tell you that they stuck you in the worst spot to be in. The put you on the Darksides' territory. You and all the other Gold Falcons are going. I...I really wanted to be with you but I can't. I'm sorry Hermione."
"There's no reason to be sorry. You can't control it. Besides, I'll be helping people in one spot and you'll be helping in another. I can do this Harry, really I can."
He smiled. "I've really got to go but just some advice..."
"I know I know..." She smirked and lowered her voice. "Be very careful. It's dangerous. Remember you can Apparate whenever battle has made you weary." Harry looked at her in surprise.
"Always a know-it-all, Hermione." She laughed at that.
"Well you and RON made me that way." He nudged her side and kissed her cheek before leaving the room.
She thought this was now a good time to sit down...and cry.