She laid on the ground, still. Harry and Hermione started to, bit by bit, walk over to her until Angel slowly started to get up.
She stood up and stood there for a minute. She tried for another flight but it was no use.
She turned to the weary teens and then looked at her wand. It was broken in half. She was no longer able to use it. She kept a straight face the whole time. Harry and Hermione just watched as she looked back up. She threw the wand to the ground.
"Very well, that whole, fighting thing was pointless anyway. I know you know that the only way to kill me is to stab that wand into my heart. So shall we get on with it then?" She smiled wickedly.
Harry had a stern face and started to walk towards her. Hermione grabbed his sleeve and he tuned around. She had a worried look and she brought her arm down. He gave her a faint, sympathetic smile and continued to walk out into the field.
He stopped with his wand at his side. He realized it kind of felt like one of those western movies when the good guy and the bad guy were going to have a duel in the middle of the town. The tumbleweed blows by and the people stick their heads out the windows to watch.
Angel motioned him to "come and get it". She still held her evil smile.
With a burst of speed, both enemies charged at each other. Hermione stood in the back. Watching with her hands over her mouth. Watching, standing still as Harry ran away from her.
Only a few more feet and Harry would be in direct contact with his rival.
They collided. Harry plunged the wand into her heart, but he was too late, he looked down, seeing a dagger in his stomach.
Beams of light started bursting out of her. Harry stumbled back a few steps, his hand holding his side.
Beams of light were cutting through her with great swiftness. One ripped through her right wing, another ruptured through her side.
She began to bubble on the surface. She started a scream so mind boggling, Hermione covered her ears. And then she exploded. Kicking up the snow and the wind blew, it knocked Hermione down. She couldn't see. She couldn't find Harry in the mess of snow and the last pieces of Angel Dark flying threw the air.
"Harry! Harry!" She called. All she could do was wait for the snow to settle. She stood up and peered through the falling flurries. She saw Harry alright. Lying still on the earth. The snow around red.
Hermione's eyes shot open as she rushed towards him.
She came to his side and dropped to her knees. She crawled over to is bleeding side.
Cold sweat was running down his face. His breathing was shaky and heavy. He alternated between short shaky breaths and long shaky breaths.
She saw the dagger protruding from his side. She ripped off his shirt, revealing a vast, bleeding gash.
"Harry? Harry can you hear me? Harry?" She said fast. She was extremely worried.
Harry swallowed.
"Hermione?" He forced.
He took her hand.
"Hermione go. You'll be waking up soon." It was hard for Harry to speak.
"No, no, I'm not going to leave you. I'm going to pull this dagger out okay?" Hermione said. She was now breathing heavy.
Hermione wrapped her hand around the handle of the knife.
"Okay, are you ready Harry? On 3 alright? 1-2-3"
Hermione yanked the knife from his side. Harry howled in pain.
She quickly tried to calm him. She put her hand on his clammy face.
"Harry, it's okay. It's going to be alright." She said. She soon noticed the grass and mountains started twisting. The images started to spin. In a flash, Hermione's eyes shot open. She was lying on her bed. She looked over at Harry. His white bed was now turning a dark shade of red. Hermione still had the dagger in her hand.
She quickly sat up and took off the helmet. She laid the blade on her bed and went to Harry who was now unconscious. Hermione almost began to cry.
She took his helmet off and put a hand to his face.
How was she supposed to get him to the hospital wing. She wasn't strong enough to carry him like he was. She barely reached the height of his shoulders. Then she was hit with an idea. She reached for her wand. Holding back the tears as she spoke, she gave her wand a flick.
"Windgardium Leviosa." She muttered.
The hospital doors burst open. Harry was floating in the air. His blood dripping onto the floor.
"Somebody! I need help! Someone!" She hollered. Madame Pomfrey came running over.
"Oh no, oh my. Here, here, lay him down gently." She pointed to a bed.
Hermione gradually lowered her wand, lowering him onto the white hospital bed.. Within seconds the neat, white sheets were dyed red. She ran to the bed and pulled up a chair next to it. A wet washcloth suddenly hit the side of her face. She snapped her head up to find Madame Pomfrey yelling at hr while she was walking away from her.
"Pressure! Pressure!" She was yelling. Hermione could barely understand her.
"What! What? Oh! Pressure!" She yelled back. She quickly pressed the washcloth tightly against his wound. The blood rapidly changed its color.
Madame Pomfrey came hurrying over holding a blue bottle with a picture of the heart on it. Within to Outside it was called. She motioned Hermione to move out of her way.
She hastily stumbled backwards. Madame Pomfrey poured the solution down Harry's throat.
Hermione's eyes wandered to the wound. She squinted her eyes as if she saw something she couldn't believe. She peered into the cut. The inside…was healing. It was patching itself up. Then his skin started growing. The slash got smaller and smaller.
Hermione couldn't bare it anymore. She didn't want to see Harry in the hospital bed. Still and motionless. She was sorry but she couldn't stay. She looked down, watching her feet as she walked out of the hospital. She almost got to the door when she came to an unexpected halt. She gazed at the floor. Staring at the droplets of Harry's blood on the floor. She couldn't hold it back any longer. She fell to her knees and begin bawling. She swiftly stood to her feet and ran out the door.