Walking through the doors of 12 Grimuald place, Hermione and Sirius had never looked more of a state. Hermione had a huge gash in her right leg, staining her calf's red. Sirius was firmly holding her arms over his head, helping her to limp inside. He himself was sporting a black eye and what looked like a severely broken arm. They were both covered in bruises and cuts from top to toe, their clothes ripped and blood-stained.
Harry and Ron both rushed to the door at the sound of it opening. In amazement they stared, Harry barely believing his eyes as his godfather stood barely five feet in front of him. The silence echoed through them like a drum beat. The heavy seconds crawled by like decades. Surrealism surrounded them all; Harry had been waiting for this moment ever since Hermione's departure, and now he was moments away from his godfather. He could take four simple steps and reach out and touch him.
Sirius's face was full of exhaustion, his actions seemed to take forever, he leant on, and then slid down the hallway wall, bringing Hermione down with him. Her seemingly lifeless body slumped down with Sirius'.
Ron was the first to move; he ran over to them, crouched to their level and tried to speak,
"Hermione? Hermione!" He cried, shaking her shoulder in desperation. She stirred, looked at Ron but said nothing, then turned to Sirius,
He turned his head painfully toward her but spoke with compassion,
"It's ok Hermione, its all alright now." There was something about his voice that was incredibly soothing to the ear.
Ron jumped up,
"I'll phone 'Mungo's'!" He said, more to himself than anyone else, and rushed into the kitchen.
Harry was still staring at Sirius, having not moved from the spot he was glued to.
He shook his head, not daring to believe the truth. He did not blink in fear of blinking them away, he stared, his eyes watering, unable to do anything. His mind was not functioning, he seemed disabled to put one foot in front of the other and walk over to them.
Suddenly, the figure of Dumbledore apparated from nowhere holding a glowing pumpkin. Standing in front of Harry he spoke,
"This is no time for your first reconciliation Harry. They are delirious, they need rest. You must wait just one moment longer to see your godfather."
With this he turned to the couple of battered people, placed one of each of their hands onto the pumpkin, and disappeared with the portkey into the unknown.