Harry and Hermione soon reappeared in the waiting room of St. Mungo's. Hermione glanced around and noted that the room was completely empty. Sighing, she and laid Harry across a nearby bench and drew out a tiny sheet of cloth from her pocket.

She muttered a charm and the cloth began to grow. When it was full size, Hermione lifted it and draped it over her head.

"Hermione…." Harry moaned.

"I'm right here," she said, kneeling beside him.

"Why are you wearing that cloak again?"

"Remus has already seen me, that's bad enough, but if Kenneth, my doctor, happened to see me…that would be very bad…Come on, let's get down to his office. The longer we wait, the less time I have to survive…"

Hermione bent down and helped lift Harry back up onto his feet. Then, they slowly made their way towards Kenneth's office. When they had arrived, Kenneth was behind his desk, typing away at his computer.

"Kenneth?" Hermione said, trying to disguise her voice as best she could.

"Yes—Harry! What Happened?" he cried, jumping up from behind his desk.

"Nothing, I'm Fine, but I have the ingredients you asked for…" he muttered, leaning against Hermione's body for support.

"No, you're not fine; we need to get you to a bed—"

"NO!" Harry said, firmly, "It will wait; I want that potion made now, no use wasting our time trying to heal me."

Kenneth looked shocked but nodded his head and helped Hermione move Harry to one of the chairs surrounding desk. Kenneth then looked down at Harry and held out a hand. Harry dug into his pocket and retrieved the Viles containing the five ingredients.

"Here, they're all there…" Harry breathed.

"All right, do either—what is your name? I didn't catch it…"

Harry watched Hermione's eyes widen as she fought for a name.

"Her name is Lily. Kenneth, Lily. Lily, Kenneth," Harry said, smiling up at Hermione, who thanked him with her eyes.

"Nice to meet you, are you sure you don't want to take that cloak off?"

Hermione nodded and Kenneth continued, "Do either of you want to make the potion or shall I send for one of my nurses to make it?"

"I'll do it," Hermione replied, "I was the best in my year when I went to school."

Harry couldn't help but smile as Hermione called a cauldron to her. He then watched her as she quickly, but accurately, poured the ingredients into the cauldron. Within minute, Hermione had completed the potion and turned to Kenneth for further instructions.

"Well, that was fast, you should consider working for us, Lily, we only have one healer that is as good as you, but she's incapable at the moment. Pour the contents into one of the Viles and that's it; we can save the rest for another time…"

Harry tried hard not to laugh when Kenneth had offered Hermione the job, seeing as she was the one he said was incapable. When Hermione had filled the vile, she poured the rest into smaller Viles.

"Now what do we do with this?" Hermione asked.

"Well, why don't you help Harry, here, to another room—"

"NO!" Harry shouted, "I will take it to Hermione, I can do it just fine!"

Kenneth nodded and sent Hermione with him. He said a polite goodbye before he returned to his desk, watching the two disappear around the corner. When they were a ways away, Hermione pulled Harry against the wall and looked into his eyes.

"Harry, can you make it the rest of the way?" she asked, leaning in closer.

"Yeah, I think, why?"

"My time here is up, I need to return to my own time…" she replied, brushing her lips against his, causing a soft moan to rumble in the back of Harry's throat. "Promise me you'll tell me everything?"

"I will," he said, ascending her lips.

Hermione wavered and fell into him, placing her hands on either side of his face. Harry moaned and pulled her closer. Minutes later, Hermione pried herself off his body and straightened her hood so that her face was completely hidden beneath it.

"Bye, Harry, I love you," she said.

"I love you, too. See you again soon…" Harry said, watching Hermione faded from view.

Harry pushed himself up and placed his hands against the wall for support. He then slowly made his way towards Hermione's room. Once he entered, he used nearby objects for support. As Harry continued, he began to waver slightly, the amount of blood loss finally hitting him. Harry reached her bed and gently stroked her check. Hermione's eyes open and she looked up at Harry.

"Who…are…you….?" Hermione struggled.

Harry looked down at her and began to cry. Hermione had grown incredibly pale and was somewhat gaunt from losing weight.

"Hermione, you need to take this…" Harry said, showing her the bottle.

"No!" she exclaimed, trying to look away.

"Please, trust me; take this, it will make you better…" he argued, tying to stay conscious.

Hermione looked up at him, then at the bottle, and sighed.

"It…will…help…me…right?"

"Yes, and just remember, I love you…" Harry whispered, lifting her head up high enough to get the potion down her throat.

Harry laid her head back down and watched as her eyes closed gently. Smiling, Harry gave in and slumped to the floor.