June 18th, 1997, 12 Grimmauld Place
Hermione tossed and turned in her bed, not able to get the image of Harry mangled out of her head. She couldn't take being in the bed any longer and quietly got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen to get something to quench her needs.
She sat down at the table with a plate of cookies and started to weep with her face in her hands. She still couldn't figure out why it had to always be Harry. She had lost the one man that she thought she could marry to the damn war and she didn't know what to do without him. Why did you have to be so god damn heroic, Harry? She asked silently to herself.
June 18th, 1997, Godric's Hollow
Harry awoke in total darkness with a splitting headache and he could feel bandages around his shell. He tried to move but found that any shift sent pain coursing through his body. He grunted as he felt the scabs on his body.
"Agh…" he moaned into the hot air.
The red haired woman rushed to his side chanting something under her breath to relieve the pain. She pushed back the loose hairs on his forehead to feel his forehead and he seemed to be running a slight fever. Although all the damage looked physical, apparently it went deeper than the flesh.
She saw the odd lightning shape scar on his forehead and ran her thumb over it carefully. As it moved softly over his skin, she felt him shudder and she quickly drew back.
No matter how many times she performed the healing charms, he didn't seem to be making any progress at all.
"Hermione…" he grunted out through gritted teeth.
I wonder who this Hermione is? Lily absently thought to herself. She took out a notebook and documented what her patient had been doing for the past hour and what his actions had been. She quickly scribbled down 'Hermione?' in her notebook along with the symptoms she found.
An hour later her patient grunted again.
"'Mione, no!"
She quickly documented it again. Apparently the patient has some connection to this 'Hermione' girl…
As she was scribbling more into the notebook, a tall man with messy black hair walked in with a white owl on his shoulder.
"Hey, Lils, this bloody bird won't go away." He lifted up his hand to show the specs of blood, laughing. The white owl jumped from his shoulder and landed on the headboard of the small bed.
"James… I'm worried about this young boy… he doesn't seem to be getting any better…" she said looking up to his eyes.
James approached her and wrapped his arms around her. "He looks the age our boy would've been had we not been forced out of the country…" This caused a small tear to drip down his cheek, as he looked at the broken boy, no man, on the bed. "Has he said anything?" he asked, changing the subject.
"He keeps mentioning someone named Hermione. His sweetheart I'm assuming…" she felt the tears coming on. "I wonder what could've done this to such a young man…" she said leaning into her husband.
He rubbed her back as he looked at the boy he seemed to be familiar to him; maybe he had seen him in passing at the market? He didn't know what exactly could do so much damage to this young lad, but he was dead set on finding out.
"Maybe you should send a letter to this Hermione… tell her where he is, clearly she means something to him. I bet his bird would be able to find her," James reasoned.
He moved over to the drawer of his mahogany desk, extracting a piece of parchment and a quill with ink. He handed it to his wife, "I think you'll be able to write a better letter than I will since you're the mediwitch… and because I really don't want to…" he said grinning.
Lily slapped him playfully and took the materials to start writing the note.
Grimmauld Place
It was around noon when Hermione was quietly crying in the library of the large house. She heard the small tapping on the window and saw Hedwig with wide eyes begging for entrance. She ran to the window and quickly swung it open hitting Hedwig on its way. She gasped and quickly picked her up, petting her.
She walked back over to the couch and sat down. The snowy white owl pecked her hand and lifted its leg with the letter attached. She looked at the letter curiously and saw the name 'Hermione' written in a scrawl she hadn't seen before. She opened it and began to read.
Dear Hermione,
I hope this bird knows where it is going. There is a young man in my home who is in quite bad condition and doesn't seem to be getting any better. Through his pain he has been saying your name over and over again.
Sometimes when a patient goes through trauma like this, it is good for the person who he says in his slumber comes and hears the voice because it could snap him out of it. We don't know how much longer the young man will last, so you must hurry. The directions will be included if you choose to come.
Sincerely,
Lily
(A/N) Sorry about the cliffie... actually not really... but that's ok! lol. Thanks for reading everyone and please review! I'll answer any questions you may have. Hopefully you enjoyed it! I'm sorry for the short chapter, they will get longer I promise! I solemnly swear I am up to no good!
-Harry's Half Brother