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WARNING: Mature themes brought up so if you are less than 18 and / or easily triggered by mature content DO NOT READ THIS STORY. You have been warned.

Chapter 3

She woke up in the middle of the night, her eyes roaming the room for her wand. She had one thought and one thought only: Harry.

She had to find him, she had to leave and go on the search for Harry Potter. After yesterday's event, she didn't quite grasp the meaning of Harry's disappearance. She needed to go, she began to dress up when she heard a polite knock on the door. She finished putting the clothes on, grasped her wand and unlocked the door with the help of a simple Alohomora charm.

Severus Snape was there standing in the doorway a simple white cotton shirt and pair of black sweat pants covering his skin. He was barefoot and seemed to have woken up in quite a rush.

"Hermione, we found him, we found Potter" he said

"Where is he? Is he alive? Can I talk to him?" she had asked her arms crossed on her chest.

"Hermione, you need to calm down… why are you up and fully dressed? Were you planning some kind of escape?" he asked moving towards her when he saw she was not in the clothes he had gave her last night to sleep in.

"Severus, when I came into Hogs street yesterday, I was going to see a doctor I met one day while with Harry on the run"

FLASHBACK

"Harry, where is Ron" Hermione said her voice filled with concern about what had happened to her best friend.

"He was just behind me 'Mione, he should be here any second" Harry had replied equally worried about his friend's fate.

CRACK the sound filled the air and lingered for a few seconds. The two friends took immediately their wands out and pointed them at the figure that had just appeared a few meters away. It only took a millisecond for Hermione to recognize her best friend.

"Ron" she cried as she rushed by his side while Harry was raising the protective charms around them.

He was bleeding abundantly. Hermione stopped the bleeding and uncorked a bottle of Blood-Replenishing potion before pouring the contents in between her friend's lips. She then wrapped a bandage around his shoulder before setting the tent up and brought Ron inside.

The next day, Ron's physical condition had worsened and Hermione feared a serious infection. Dumbledore had given her a small journal with a list of names. He had told her that in case of great need, she shall look into it and anyone of the person listed in the journal would help her. There were ministry employees, Hogwarts Staff, Diagon Alley merchants and some very famous wizard's and witches name. She flipped through the pages and saw a small piece of parchment slip out of the journal. She picked the parchment up and read.

Flitterus Andela: Self-employed Healer

Specialist in Curse related injuries and poison

75 Hogs Street London England

Password: Honeycrystal

Additional info: Hogs Street is opposite Flourish and Blotts

That was exactly what she needed. There was no time to waste, after all, Ron was going to die of his injuries if she just sat there and do nothing.

She went back inside the tent. Harry was there next to Ron.

"I am going to see a certain Flitterus Angela, he is a healer and I think that he could help us in healing Ron. Just wait for me here and if you need me you can always send me a Patronus" she said before heading out of the tent.

"Hermione. Be…be careful" it was Harry he was outside the tent while she stood near the limit of the wards.

"I will Harry. Take care of Ron and if he wakes up tell him I'll be back soon." And with that, she exited the wards and Apparated away.

A few seconds after the ground had materialized under her feet, she headed towards the small street opposite Flourish and Blotts and knocked on the number 75 door. A small man appeared and immediately recognized who the woman standing before him was. He hustled her inside and asked her in a very a high voice with a hint of Irish accent.

"Miss Granger, if you are here it means you need my help. What can I do for you?"

"Healer Angela. Ron was injured while we escaped the Ministry of Magic. I tried to heal him but when I woke up this morning I found him in a worse state than when I left him. I think the curse used to injure him is more complex than I first realized. Could you come and take a look at the injury?" she replied

"It would be my pleasure. Just let me get my equipment and I shall be ready to accompany you" the wizard said. He quickly packed away his tools and grabbed onto Hermione's elbow.

They Apparated outside the wards and went inside the tent. The Healer examined Ron and administered two vials of potion. Ron's face which was before of a blemish color looked better now as blood filled his cheeks. The Healer gave Hermione the vials and a few recommendations before exiting the tent and Apparating away.

END OF FLASHBACK

"I don't see what the encounter has to do with you being dressed" he said matter-of-factly

"I was going to go away this night using your Floo network, to find Harry. You mustn't be angry at me. I have to find Harry I promised Dumbledore. You must ask yourself why I was going to see him in particular. Well, he sent us a message a three weeks ago. It was a letter and it contained three necklaces. One for each of us. Those necklaces are magically powered and if used properly they can give us the location of the other necklaces but I can't remember the proper charm. So, I decided to go to him. I also thought about the fact he could heal me in the same time, but you fulfilled that task wonderfully. Thank you again by the way." she explained.

"So, you wanted to leave to search for Potter. I understand what you were going to do and why. But did it actually occur to you that you could not be healthy enough to travel? The potion I gave you has the side affect of putting you to sleep at any moment of the day inadvertently even. It could have been dangerous. Next time talk to me please. If we want to help Potter you have to be able to trust me and I have to be able to trust you. And to do this I think that clear communication is the better way to achieve it" he had said those words in a voice tainted of something that reassembled more or less of anger.

"Your right Severus. I apologies, I should have talked to you." Then she remembered about why her former professor had entered her room.

"You told me that they found Harry, where is he?" she asked

"In the infirmary, in the care of miss-" he hadn't had the time to finish his sentence before Hermione was sprinting out of the Headmaster's quarters and towards the infirmary.