[Name]: Ikuni Hattori

[House]: Ravenclaw

[Subject/Task No.]: First Aid: First Aid Treatment for Seizures

Task #3: After the seizure, help the person onto their side to reduce the risk of choking on vomit. Stay with them until help arrives: Write about waiting with someone.

[Title/Link]: Waiting (For You) [A Word of Harmony One-Shot]

[Summary]: When Hermione's parents are unable to meet her coming off the plane home from Bulgaria, it falls to Harry, as her best friend, to greet her coming home. (Harmony) (Warning: mention of medical emergency: seizures)

[Word Count]: 1607

A/N: Written for the Hogwarts Forum, Assignment 3.


Waiting (For You) [A Word of Harmony One-Shot]


With a nervous breath Harry impatiently waited in the airport terminal, running his hands through his hair every fifth second, his leg jiggling nervously as he sat on those hard plastic chairs all waiting areas seemed to have. His mother sat beside him with an ill-concealed grin, focused on her book to prevent herself from catching her son's nervous energy, one leg tucked underneath her.

They sat at the gate where Hermione's plane would come in. Her parents had an emergency that would prevent either of them from picking their daughter up as she came back from her trip to Bulgaria. Viktor Krum had invited her to visit over the summer, to meet his family and enjoy the sight seeing his country had to offer. When Harry had heard, he got insanely jealous, but managed to grin and bear it when he saw how excited Hermione was about her upcoming trip.

He stood up to pace, his eyes flickering to the screen that said Hermione's plane would land in ten minutes. He swore it's been at that same time for the past half hour, and its unchanging state was making his waiting even worse. His mother had tried to explain how the Arrival Board worked, but he wasn't too sure he understood it all. How did they keep the times accurate enough if the plane had to be controlled by a person? He's been in a car enough times to understand traffic congestion and human error.

He tuned out the announcement that just started over the intercom, and continued pacing, but stopped shot upon seeing his mother's frown, her book abandoned in her lap. Looking upward, he tried to focus on the announcement still going.

"-I repeat, Paramedics, please report to Gate E16 for flight B4237." Harry looked to his mom, Lady Lily Potter, confusion on his face.

"Isn't that…" she started, cautious about her next words.

"Hermione's flight," Harry finished, dread sinking in his gut. He joined his mother back on the hard plastic chairs and stared at the gate door, seconds later watching as paramedics swarmed it just as the door flung open. Springing to his feet, Harry tried to sprint over to the door, but only his mother's hand clutching the back of his jumper prevented him from surging forward. The paramedics disappeared down the hallway, their steps quick as they hurried, while other personnel blocked the doorway to prevent civilians from following.

Minutes later, a bundle of people came off the walkway, raised voices all trying to talk over each other. It took several minutes, but the professionals managed to maneuver their person of interest through a path of overly curious onlookers, a worried civilian woman glued to the stretcher's side. As Harry's eyes were locked onto the group comprising the medical emergency, he missed the tell tale bushy head that stepped off the walkway. Lily nudged him, Harry's head snapped up, and the relief was so visible on his face, his mother couldn't help but push him towards his best friend.

Without another urging, Harry sprinted over to where Hermione stood, and, as she turned to face him, a wide smile on her face, he engulfed her in a massive hug, her arms wrapping around him as soon as she could drop her carry on bag.

"Harry! I missed you! What are you doing here? Where are my parents?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes wide.

She seemed off.

"A dental emergency that needed both of them, dear," Lily explained as she joined the twosome before reaching down and grabbing Hermione's bag. With a gentle hand, she guided the two teens out of the way, letting the rest of the passengers get off the plane.

"What happened on the plane?" Harry asked, releasing her long enough to take her hand to tug her after his mom, who headed to the escalators towards baggage claim. Hermione's steps slowed as she paused and bit her lip, tears filling her eyes.

"Can...can we talk about this in the car? Or somewhere...else?" Harry immediately nodded before pulling her into another hug. She seemed to cling to him, and it only took another moment for Lily to join in on the hug, after having discovered her son and his best friend had stopped following her.

"Of course dear," Lily replied quietly, her hand rubbing circles on the girl's back. "How about, instead, you tell us all about your time in Bulgaria!" Harry made a face at his mother, but upon seeing how just the thought cheered Hermione up, he agreed.

"Yeah! How was Viktor? Was he a gentleman?" he asked with a grin. Hermione grinned back as she wiped away her tears.

"The perfect gentleman," she replied. Lily started to lead them back towards baggage claim, and Hermione continued her recount. "Viktor took time off from his training to take me to Burgas, this quaint little coastal town with the most adorable little shops. And the restaurants! The food was so good there! We must have spent an entire day there before portkeying to Koprivshtitsa for the hotel. We had separate rooms, and I made sure to lock my door and balcony with the most advanced locking spells I know," she reassured them, coming to a stop next to Lily who stood next to the baggage claim for her plane. The belt hadn't started yet, so they had time to wait. "Sozopol was after that, and we ended up touring several museums of art there. Viktor even managed to convince me to go sailing with him," Hermione continued, laughing gailly as she twirled, the skirt of her dress flaring out from the movement. Not seeing Harry's sour look, Hermione continued. "We should go sailing! I'm sure you'll love it, Harry! If we get really good winds, it's almost like flying, except if I fall off the boat, I won't fall large distances before hitting the water!"

As the baggage claim conveyor belt activated, and bags started popping out, Hermione continued to regale the Potters with stories of her trip. They had claimed her bag and were headed towards an apparition point when she finally said, "And Viktor said, the next time I come, I should bring you, Harry." This brought him up short.

"What?" he asked intelligently

"Viktor wants to invite you over for the next trip. Said something about needing more testosterone, and playing Quidditch, I'm not sure. He said he would include the details in his next letter," she replied, squeezing close and Lily took a hold of Harry's arm. His other arm wrapped around Hermione, and she squeezed her eyes shut right before Lily popped them away.


With her bags stashed in her room at her parents, and a cup of tea for everyone as they waited in the kitchen for her parents to come home, Hermione couldn't help but nervously play with the end of her hair, the story from the plane bubbling inside of her. This conversation really did seem inevitable.

"So what happened on the plane? Your arrival time was later than what the board had said," Harry pointed out, ignoring the look his mother shot him. Hermione sighed and set down her cup, her fingers still tightly wrapped around it, leeching its warmth.

"We had actually just touched down on the runway when a man two rows ahead and across the aisle from me started having a seizure in his seat. Since I saw the beginning of it, I kept track of time, while his seat partner got the stewardess's attention. It took only a few minutes until the plane actually came to a stop, but his seizure was still going, and another man had tried to restrain him, despite being buckled in his seat." Hermione stared at the warm wood grain of her parent's kitchen table, one finger reaching out to trace a gouge she had made when she was younger when her parents had tried giving her a metal fork to use. "Normally, people with chronic seizures will have one for only a few minutes, and then be fine, but as I counted, his went on for six minutes and thirteen seconds. His seatmate, I guess his wife, said that he's never had seizures before, so I can only hope that he wasn't having an allergic reaction to something. The man seemed to have stayed unconscious, so we all had to stay in our seats until the paramedics could arrive and extract him. I made sure to let one of them know the duration of the seizure, but the last I saw of them was them wheeling him away," she finished, taking a long, steadying drink of her tea. "Oh, I hope he's okay," she added in a whisper.

Lily placed a comforting hand on Hermione's shoulder, before tugging her in for a hug. "The Muggle Paramedics are pretty proficient in matters like that. It's why they have a local team at the airport, for these small emergencies. You did what you could, love, and we're proud of you for it." Hermione smiled tentatively back at her, just as the trio heard the front door open.

"We're home!" Came the comforting voice of Hermione's mother. "Hermione, are you here? Lily?"

"In here Mum!" Hermione called out, dashing the tears resting in the corner of her eyes and plastering a smile on her face. She got out of her chair to meet her mother in the doorway, her father taking time to lock up the front door.

"Welcome home, darling!" her mother exclaimed as they hugged, and Hermione just clung to her, taking comfort in the older woman.