Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They are the property of JKR. The story and Lindsey Roberts is mine. A/N: This is my second Fan Fiction here, please review!

Chapter 8

"How is he?" Hermione asked as she patted Harry's forehead with a cool rag. "He doesn't look too good. It seems as though he was bitten about 9 times." Lindsey said kneeling over Ron who was fast sleep, but moaning in pain.

"How are you?" Linns asked Hermione looking over at her out of the corner of her eye. "Oh, me? I...I am fine; I was only bitten 4 times. Don't even feel bad really. Bit knock on my head but, well I'll be fine. Let's just worry about these two."

"Worry...worry about what...me?" Harry said softly and to his horror Hermione sprang on him hugging him with all her might. "Oh Harry you are all right. Oh thank God I thought you where gone, I swear I thought we had lost you!" she began to sob in his chest. "He...Hermione I am fine. Really, and honestly."

Hermione continued to sob into Harry's chest for the better of 15 minutes before Harry pulled her away to wipe the tears and assure her he was all right.

"But what happened? The last thing I remember was hearing Voldemort about to use the Avada Kadavra curse on me." Harry asked her not even noticing Lindsey who sat on the other bed with Ron.

"Well...it was Alex. He saved you Harry. He battled Voldemort and Malfoy all on his own. My legs had been tied weak and I got out quick when I was dunked into the water. It took me a while to get Ron out of the water, and get his legs untied. By that time Alex had already brought Lindsey around. And then..." Hermione began but choked on her words.

Lindsey came around behind Hermione and patted her back. "There was nothing you could have done, Hermione. You see Harry while we chased of Malfoy Voldemort got one last curse at us, and it hit Alex directly. He is dead Harry." Lindsey said softly rubbing Hermione's sobbing back.

"If I had only just gotten up quicker or focused on the battle instead of Ron..." Hermione sobbed but was knocked almost off of the bed when Harry sat bolt upright.

"Where is Ron? Is he okay?" He began looking around frantic, but then saw him on the other bed and sank back down relieved he was okay. "Oh thank God the three of you made it out alive." Harry said, but then remembered it might not have happened that way if he hadn't been caught off guard by Lindsey.

He turned to look at her, and possibly yell at her some more when he saw her expression. "Linns what's wrong?" he asked her becoming more worried.

"I...its Ron." She spoke softly with her hand covering her mouth. "I...I don't think he is okay. He was bitten a lot by those plant things before Hermione could drag him out. They where poisonous, I...I think he may be dieing Harry."

This time Harry did shove Hermione off, but she just stood up instead of completely falling. "Well we have to get him to the hospital then!" he shouted to them. "We where just trying to bring you around Harry but now that we..." Hermione began, but Harry interrupted her.

"You two meet us there, and I am going to make a port key to take me and Ron there. Go...NOW!" He shouted at them as they POPED and apparated to Saint Mungo's. Harry grabbed his wand off of the table on the side and looked around the room. There was the rag Hermione had been using, he pointed his wand at it and said..."Portus!" He turned and picked Ron, moaning, up and grabbed the rag.

He was hurtled forward, for the second time that day, but this time landed on his feet in the hospital. A stout witch was running to him with a stretcher. "Right here now, yes that's it." she was saying as Hermione and Lindsey came up closely from behind her.

The lady wheeled Ron into a private room and started looking over the wounds. "Tut tut." She was saying as she continued to look at the now green wounds. She pressed on one and purple ooze seeped out of it. It smelled fowl and made Lindsey run out of the room to hurl.

"Your friends say a plant did this, is this correct?" she asked Harry, and he nodded. "Well we will have to call a herbology specialist then." She said sitting up straight and marching over to the fireplace. She placed a hand in the floo powder and threw it in the fire. She stuck her head in it and Hermione, Harry, and Lindsey waited for a reply.

After 10 minutes the nurse witch came back but was followed by none of than Neville Longbottom. Their mouths dropped to see Neville and he smiled broadly at them. "Neville..." Harry said in disbelief, the nurse look from the awe stricken people to Neville. "So you know Mr. Longbottom then? Ah yes, best Herbology specialist there is. If anyone knows what did this and how to cure it he does." She said smiling kindly at Neville.

Neville cast a glance at Ron, and then did a double take. "Ron?" he said quietly rushing over to see him. "Oh no!" He said loudly looking at the wounds. "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" he mumbled pressing on one to emit the purple ooze.

"Neville, what's wrong? What is it?" Harry and Hermione asked in chorus.

Neville looked at Hermione and Harry, his eyes where filled with tears. "I will tell you what it is. 6 bites are manageable, well to say the least you can survive 8 is death. Harry, Hermione Ron has at least 9 bites here. I am afraid he is dieing." Neville said turning back to look at the now sweating Ron.