*HEALING*
DISCLAIMER- I DON'T OWN HP. THIS IS JUST A WORK OF FAN FICTION.
~Prologue~
The Great War was finally over. Hermione laid a bloodied hand upon Ron's shoulder and she looked at him and smiled. He smiled back and winced slightly as he took in a breath of air. The sky was finally beginning to clear, all the smoke that had come from the fires and from their wands. Hermione looked around her and she sighed as she surveyed her surroundings. The village of Hogsmeade was in ruins. There were burned buildings and debris strewn all over the place. It no longer looked like the fairytale village she had once called it. It now looked as though Hell had passed through, and indeed, Hell did pass through.
"Come on Ron, we have to go look for Harry," Hermione said softly. Ron looked up at her and he saw the look on her face. It was one of fear. Fear that they would find Harry, but not alive. He nodded and they began making their way through the rubble.
Harry lay on the ground motionless. His wand was still gripped tightly in his hand, and there were many cuts and bruises on his face.
Hermione dropped to her knees.
"Oh God, Harry?" she said softly. Her eyes welled up with tears; she hated seeing him like this. "Ron, look for other survivors," she said through her tears. He looked at her and nodded. He knew she wanted to be alone. When Ron walked away, Hermione cradled Harry's head in her arms. He still did not move, and showed no signs of life in him at all. She held her hand under his nose, and to her relief she felt a little air brush her fingers. She then checked his pulse, which she found was very faint, but it was still there.
"Harry wake up," she moaned. Where was everyone? Where were all the stupid healers? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. People were probably still in shock and had no idea what was going on. She pulled out her wand and she tried her best to heal some of the bruises on his face, but she was not too well trained in the healing field. His injuries were bad, and were far beyond her skills of healing. Ron trudged back slowly and looked at Harry and Hermione.
"How is he?" he asked. She shook her head.
"Unconscious, badly wounded, I'm not sure he'll survive if healers don't arrive," she said sadly. Ron sighed.
"Luna is awake, her leg is broken and she can't walk, Neville is still unconscious but breathing and they're a lot of people trapped under the rubble," he said. She nodded and gently let Harry's head rest on the ground.
"We should try to move some of this rock. I need to call for help," she said. Ron nodded and began to levitate the rocks and moved them to another spot. She sent up red sparks in the air, hoping that someone would see them. She then went over to Ron to help him move some of the rock.
A/N: This is just the prologue. Tell me what you think! Review please. =)
I really want feedback. I know that this is short, but hey! What the heck right?