All That I've Got ch. One: I need you now, more like yesterday

A/N: post Hogwarts, Hermione is a healer, I'm really bad at summaries so just read, lol. The story is named after the Used song All that I've Got.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling and the publisher, have that advantage.

Oh and this is post Hogwarts lol italics is a flashback, though I still say when it ends and begins

Gone, every single one, she had watched them all fall, everyone she ever cared for buried, only memories that haunted her dreams and thoughts remained. Everything seemed to remind her of them. Her three best friends, gone with only two words. A silent tear ran down her cheek as she hugged the gravestone, begging that she would somehow wake up from the awful dream and everything would be ok. Too bad life isn't a dream, the closest it ever gets to being one is a nightmare.

Hermione Granger, only twenty three years old sat broken and a mere skeleton of the brave girl she used to be. No one bothered to talk to her, afraid they might offend her, so she sat in solitude in the deserted graveyard, rocking back and forth trying to push the memories out of her head

Flashback seventh year:

"He can't be dead Harry, he just can't," Ginny wailed banging her fists into Harry's chest. Harry didn't answer, fighting the tears the dared to spill from his eyes, he wouldn't break down now…

"You don't understand Harry! He was the only brother I had left… my whole family has sacrificed for this war… They don't deserve to be squished like bugs." Ginny screamed crying hysterically.

"I know," Harry said sadly.

"If anyone has sacrificed for the war, it has been your family," Hermione said crying as well. "They died with honor though… remember that."

"Everybody has sacrificed for the war, Dumbledore said from the beginning that many would die, it is expected." Harry said quietly.

"But you should have stopped it, you should have prevented it." Ginny accused.

"Don't you think we did?" Hermione questioned.

"But…" Ginny said.

"Do not make the mistake of thinking you were the only one who cared for Fred Ginerva," Hermione yelled before running out of the room covering her face with her hands.

End Flashback…

Hermione remembered how everything only seemed to get worse in the final battle

Flashback final battle:

"Hermione look out!" Harry screamed as a spell was fired in her direction, it all happened so fast there were two calls of Avada Kevedra, the next thing she remembered was Harry lunging in front of her, protecting her from the curse. "I'm tired of playing Hero Hermione…" was the last thing he said. She couldn't believe he was gone; she didn't want to believe it... She looked around and noticed instantly that the spells that were once flying everywhere were no where to be found. The whole battle ground was hushed. Hermione looked in front of her, about two hundred yards away, Voldemort lay… dead. In any other circumstance, Hermione would have been happy, but she knew she was alone now… Harry was dead, which meant no one was left, sure the teachers were alive still, and some of the aurors, but everyone else was gone, even her own parents were gone, having been murdered the year before. Hermione fell by Harry's side and began weeping; shaking his body hoping that he still might have some life in him. Dumbledore came up beside her, "he died for a good cause, a loyal one too, he really cared for you, and he always said he would die for a friend… Hermione, we really should get you to the hospital wing, makes sure that you aren't hurt."

"I don't care," Hermione said standing up and walking solemnly off the battle field.

"Or maybe it is that you do…" Dumbledore said to himself loud enough for Hermione to hear.

End Flashback.

Hermione awoke the next morning; her back was really sore… She opened her eyes and groaned, "oh great, I fell asleep in the cemetery again," she said standing up and stretching, she tried not to look at the gravestone, knowing that it would only make her cry again. She looked at her watch, 'oh great… I'm going to be late for work; again, my boss is going to fire me for sure.' She thought as she got ready to apart to her apartment.

She rushed and got ready for work, before apparting to work.

"Late again Granger, "came a stern voice.

"I know sir, I'm sorry, I just lost tract of time." Hermione insisted.

"That's the third time this month that you've lost tract of time," her boss informed. "You've been going to the cemetery haven't you?"

"Yes sir," Hermione said quietly, she shuffled in her spot.

"Honestly Hermione, if this continues, I'm going to have to fire you." He warned. Hermione looked down at the ground and mumbled a sorry. She knew his threat was true, St. Mungos was always firing and hiring new healers. She didn't understand why though since after the war, there hadn't been many people that hurt themselves since or had gotten hurt... That was until…

The hospital doors swung open and healers came in rolling a stretcher. They noticed Hermione and smiled, she would always take any work, that way they wouldn't have to do anything.

"Healer Granger," one of them said politely, "this here is your new patient, here is his chart, everything has been filled out… all you need to do is what it says, here you go," The healer handed Hermione a chart.

"We aren't sure what his name is; he hasn't spoken, though he is a little too unconscious to do that…" the healer laughed at her own joke. "All we know is that he was pushed off his broom, we don't know who did it, but luckily he wasn't killed."

"Who would do such a thing?" Hermione asked looking over the chart, she looked at the patient with sympathy and began pushing the stretcher.

"No idea, I think aurors are going to have a look into it… not quite sure though." The shorter healer said.

"Alright, I'll take it from here, thanks Mattie." Hermione said.

"No problem." Mattie, a.k.a the short healer said.

Hermione pushed the stretcher into her ward and began cleaning the cuts; luckily she could do this magically, because some of the gashes from falling would take a lot more than hydrogen peroxide to heal. In fact the whole patient's body was covered in guts and gashes, a few of his ribs were broken and so were his left leg and left arm. Hermione fixed the bone that was poking out of his arm. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to heal the bones quickly, since that had been banned two years ago, she conjured magical bandages and fashioned casts. These would help the bones correct themselves quicker than it would the muggle way of normal casts.

For the first time she looked at her patients scratched up face, it look familiar from somewhere, she didn't quite remember, but she was almost positive she knew him a long time ago, at least five years. She thought a moment before giving up and going over the chart once more. She sat down for a few minutes in the chair near the bed, waiting for the patient to gain consciousness so she could give him some medication. If he didn't wake up within the next fifteen she would have to magically wake up the patient to make sure he didn't go into a coma.

Hermione's stomach grumbled, she groaned, after giving it some thought she decided to step out for a minute to get some food and coffee. She would only be gone for like three minutes anyway right…?

And she really was only gone for three minutes, but when she re-entered the room she almost dropped her coffee, not only was her patient awake, but he was trying to move. Hermione put her coffee down and ran over to him.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but you shouldn't be moving, you had a really nasty fall, I'm afraid that you won't be able to get up for a while." Hermione said gently pushing him back into the position he was in when she had left. "I'm healer Granger by the way, what's your name?"

The man made to talk but no sound came out, he pointed with his right arm to his mouth and made a drinking gesture. Hermione smiled and went to retrieve a glass of water, she held it for him as he drank, afraid that he might have hurt his right arm a bit and that any weight might hurt it.

The man cleared his throat and said, though his voice was a bit raspy. "My names…"

A/N: I'm sorry, but I feel like leaving a cliffhanger, please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter… Mind you this is only the first chapter, and I promise it will get better, first chapters are normally the worst parts of stories, in mine anyway. Lol. Sorry for all the flashbacks… I just felt like having flash back. I'm sure you already know what the pairing of the story is, if you were searching in the category things, hahaha. Oh well.

Thanks for reading and please review. Oh yeah, I might change the title once I find a better name for the story lol.

Until Next time,

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