Hermione woke cautiously. She didn't open her eyes or move, and she tried her best to keep her breathing slow and in a sleep like state. All she could remember at the moment was seeing a death eater mask before being thrown across the kitchen as a stray curse hit the stove and reacted badly with the muggle appliance and exploding. She hurt, she knew that too. She hurt real bad on her arms, hand, and left side. She could several pieces of debris laying on her, or at least she though it was debris. All she knew was that she couldn't sit up and seemed to be trapped.

She opened her eyes as soon as she confirmed that no one was around her. It was dark in the enclosed space under the rubble that used to be the Granger's kitchen. She couldn't see her arms, but it really didn't matter. She couldn't really feel her left arm anyways. She knew it was there, but it refused to budge. Her right arm, she could feel. She really wished she couldn't though. It hurt like hell. Acting logically, Hermione decided to use her legs and see if she couldn't budge the rubble off of her. She figured she would be okay since she lived in a one story house; there couldn't possible more than a few layer of wood since it wasn't collapsing.

Gritting her teeth against the shock of pain in her side as she pushed with her legs, Hermione managed to more the rubble just enough that she could tell it was light out.

This was bad. It had been dark when she and her mother had been in the kitchen cooking a nice dinner for themselves. She hesitantly stuck her foot in the small gap and slid the wood over a little more. She figured she now had enough room to squeeze through.

As Hermione shifted herself so that she didn't have to use her arms, she started to hear shouting. Listening closer she could make out faint words.

"Over here hurry! Someone is alive. Come help me." The voice got louder and closer with each word. Hermione continued to squeeze through the hole. It was sort of difficult without being able to use her arms, but she was managing … sort of. She turned slightly and saw the woman that lived on the next street over, Privet Drive. The woman came up to her and pulled what appeared to be the kitchen door farther away from her making a bigger hole.

"Hermione dear, lets get you over to the ambulance." The woman said in a hesitant voice and helped Hermione walk out of the rubble careful not to touch the girls arms or side. She lead Hermione over the an ambulance and turned her over to the paramedics.

"Wha… What happened Miss. Figg?" Hermione asked as she took a cautious look around a didn't see anything but rubble along Magnolia Cresant or beyond for a couple of blocks. The paramedics were talking about third degree burns and needing to get her to the hospital to check for infection and such before it got bad. As Hermione was loaded onto a stretcher and into the back of an ambulance Miss. Figg leaned closer and whispered into Hermione's ear.

"Deatheaters dear. They killed almost everyone, but the curse hit a gas line in your home and the explosion took out five blocks. Don't worry now, Professor McGonnagal will come get you as soon as you are able to travel. For now rest and be happy your alive." With that said Miss. Figg walked off, but not before giving the muggle's Hermione's personal information and telling them that the she would get in touch with the next of kin today. Miss. Figg immediately apparated to Hogsmeade and hurried onto Hogwarts to tell the good news as soon as she could.

Hermione lay still in the back of the ambulance while the paramedics worked on her burns.

OOGIE Notice: I'm back! WooHoo! Yeah! I re-read this story and was like BAM I didn't know I was actually this good, and then I decided to continue this story because I really like it. I'll go back and fix the grammar errors and few inconsistencies too!

This is not a long chapter, but it really didn't fit in with the next chapter.

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