Harry and Hermione: A Coincidental Love

Chapter 3: Waking Up

Harry's POV

I woke up, on the hospital bed. Solemn faces were all around me. Hagrid's bloody, scratched face; McGonagall's bruised face; Dumbledore's hard face; Fred and George's somehow simultaneous swollen faces; Mrs. Weasly's cold face, accompanied by Mr. Weasly's once bright, now dark, face; and Snape's misshapen, somehow, face.

I sat up, and a glimmer of hope flashed through their faces. "OH, HARRY!" cried Mrs. Weasly, throwing her arms around my neck, tears streaming down her cheeks. She regained her composure soon after, and dabbed at the tears with a tissue, just to have them continually flow, anyways. Dumbledore gave me a look that showed he was glad I was alive, but something was very, very wrong.

"What's… What's wrong?" I asked, dreading the answer. "Honey… Ginny and Ron didn't make it," said McGonagall. I was at first, taken aback that McGonagall actually called me HONEY, but then the rest of the sentence hit me. Ron and Ginny Weasly, two of the closest people in the world to me, were dead.

"Oh… my… god…" I said, as the meaning hit me. They were DEAD. The only girl I had ever really loved, and the only boy I would proudly say was my best friend in the world. I put my head in my hands and cried out in frustration. "And.. Hermione?" I asked through the sobs. "She is fine, but she is eating now. In fact, speaking of which.. Madam Promfery! Get this boy some light food!" said Dumbledore.

I cried, and cried, and cried some more, until it hurt. "Harry.. we understand. We did the same thing," said Fred. It is hard to imagine Fred or George being emotional. "I feel horrible." I said, pushing the empty bowl of soup away. I heard footsteps, and then running footsteps that got continuously louder. "Oh, Harry!" cried Hermione as she threw her arms around my neck so tightly that I could barely breathe.

"Hi Hermione. I'm glad that you're alright, at least." I said, holding her head to my chest as she cried, from happiness and anguish at the same time. I began doing the same thing, for I was glad I had one good friend left, one that I will never let die before me.

Hermione's POV

I ran up to Hagrid, who was carrying Harry. "Hagrid, is he going to be alright?" I asked. "He'll be alright. I hope…don't worry, he'll make it. Yeah, he'll make it, he'll just have a rough time of it." Hagrid said as if he was uncertain. I nodded and walked off, hoping to find Ron and Ginny.

I was walking through a large crowd of people who were cheering and patting each other on the back. I searched everywhere for the familiar signs of the red hair, but I didn't find anyone with red hair on their feet. That is, until I saw Fred and George, each carrying a lifeless figure.

"Fred! George! What is going on!" I asked. Tears slid down their faces, as they each showed who they were carrying. I saw Ron's eyes, rolled backwards to only show the whites, and Ginny, who was covered in blood. I dropped to my knees in the dark red ground and cried, until I ran out of tears. Fred and George got on either side of me and hugged me from the side, crying as well. It felt like they were protecting me, for I was the one who was most likely Ginny's best friend and Ron's only love—ever.

They stood up, and helped me to my feet. Lightning clashed across the sky, followed by a loud thunderclap. Rain came down in just a few drops at first, and then abruptly poured quickly. I moved a few strands of hair out of my face, and looked at the ground that was strewn with human bodies, most of which were blood soaked.

A few days later, I got out of the Hospital Wing, along with Fred and George. Madam Promfery shooed us out to get food at the Great Hall, instead of wasting the dwindling rations for the patients. I looked at Harry, who was unconscious, and walked out. After that, Fred and George didn't leave my side. I think that they were going to adopt me as their new sister, not that I would mind having older brothers.

We ate in silence, inside the dark Great Hall. It was still raining and thundering, and there was no moon. The roof of the Great Hall matched the dreary look outside, for that was what everyone was feeling—dreary. "We should see if Harry is alright yet." I said. They looked between one another and said at the same time," We'll go. You need more food, Hermione. You look positively like a ghost." I looked down at my tiny figure and nodded. They got up and left for the Hospital Wing.

What seemed like hours later, they didn't come back. I decided to go ahead and go up as well, since if I ate anymore, I would explode. I walked in to see everyone huddled around a figure, Harry. I couldn't tell if he was dead or alive, however. I began to run, hoping he was alive.

I saw he was, and I exclaimed," Oh, Harry!" I threw my arms around his neck and began to cry, overjoyed I still had Harry. He pulled me close and began crying out all of his pain at once, as I did as well.