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Chapter 3
Hermione nearly buckled under his weight. "Harry," she whispered. Harry's eyes were closed. Hermione gently layed him down on the sidewalk, and put a shaking hand to his neck. His pulse was there, but it was very faint. She bent down to him, gently shaking his arm. "Harry, Harry, please wake up!" Why had she come out here all alone? Fury seething through her veins, she stormed her way up to Number 4 and pounded on the door.
Uncle Vernon, his face still red answered the door.
"Who are you?" he peered coldly at Hermione.
Hermione thought her best tactic first, was to try and reason with him. Harry needed help, and she couldn't find it by herself in the middle of the night in the Muggle World.
"Please," Hermione started. "I saw… he needs help. Please, call an ambulance."
Uncle Vernon scowled at her. "Get off my step!" and he began to close the door on Hermione.
"PLEASE!" Hermione pleaded, using her foot to keep the door open. "He's your nephew!!"
"He got what he deserved, now you get off my property before I alert the authorities! YOU PEOPLE SHOULD BE CAGED!"
Hermione's blood boiled. "YOU, SIR are the one who should be caged! We are human beings! Your nephew, Harry is HURT! He could be dying!! Don't you care?"
Uncle Vernon slammed the door. Hermione withdrew her wand. Should she? She could have cursed him right then and there… but, Harry…
Hermione, tears trailing down her cheeks, ran back over to him. He still hadn't moved. "What am I going to do?" she whispered. She grabbed one of Harry's arms and flung it around her neck. Why did he have to be so tall and fit? Hermione looped one of her arms around his waist, and started dragging him with her. It was so hard. Hermione looked back down at her wand. Should she? She'd get in trouble, but what else could she do? She aimed her wand at Harry, and yelled "Featherlisa!" Harry's weight was lifted remarkably. Now she could bring him with her without collapsing with exhaustion.
They made it to the bus stop, and back to her house with only a few weird stares. She guessed the Muggles thought her boyfriend had passed out drunk.
Hermione fumbled for her key. By the time she had made it back to her house, it was 6am, and her parents had left for work. She dropped her key, cursing herself. Her wand was already in her hand, and she had already done magic. What was the use of doing more? "Alohomora," she whispered, and the door creaked open. She helped Harry inside, and propped him up on a kitchen chair. She hurried back down, grabbed her key and closed the door tightly. She heard a thud, and shaking, ran back to the kitchen. Harry had slid off the chair.
"Oh no, no, no…" she whispered, helping him back up. What if he had hurt himself even more?
Harry groaned and his eyes fluttered open. He looked around, and saw Hermione holding him. "Hermione?" he asked weakly.
"I'm here," she said. "Can you walk? I'm going to take you to my room."
"Such pain," he said.
"I know, I know," she said, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. The spell she had put on him had wore off, he was back to his normal weight. "I need you to help me. I need you to see if you can walk."
"So tired," he whispered.
Hermione clamped both hands on him, and put one arm around her neck and began the trudge to her room.
After what seemed like days, she had finally got him there, and laid him down on her bed. He had passed out again.
Hermione pulled off his shoes and covered him with her comforter. She then started pacing. What should she do? Call an ambulance?
Where was Ron? Why wasn't Crookshanks back? Knowing what she had to do, she picked up the phone with a sigh.
