"LET HER GO!" Harry screamed as he started to run towards the two figures, trying to ignore the fact that Hermione was now unconscious and turning blue.
At the sound of Harry's yell, the Death Eater dropped Hermione and quickly retreated into the woods. Harry thought about chasing after him, but quickly changed his mind once he took in the site of his best friend lying face down on the damp ground.
Harry quickly knelt down beside her, rolled her over and gently probed her neck for a pulse. The panic that he had felt grew even more as he was unable to find one in her neck and pressed his ear to her chest. Nothing.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. As he lifted it to Hermione's chest he notice that the tip was missing, broken from his earlier fall. He threw the useless wand to the side and gathered her into his arms, praying that he would be able to apparate. He felt the familiar tug, then there was nothing. They were still on the battlefield. The panic had now given way to complete dread.
Harry quickly thought about his other options. He knew that the longer he waited the less likely he would be able to save his best friend. Without his wand, he knew magic was out of the question, and that he would have to save her the muggle way. Thanking Merlin that he had paid attention in health class while attending the horrible school the Dursley's had sent him to, he gently laid Hermione on the ground. He tilted her head back and with shaky fingers pinched her nose, took a deep breath and filled her lungs. After the second breath he clasped his hands together and started chest compressions.
In the back of his mind he remembered the teacher telling the class that the chances of bringing someone back with CPR alone were very slim, but he pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He knew that he would not stop until she either began breathing on her own or he passed out from exhaustion. After two more breaths he went back to compressions. He could feel his own heart pounding against his ribs.
"I'm not. Stopping. Until you. Wake up. So breathe."
Two more breaths.
"Please. Don't. Leave. Me. Hermione." He pleaded in between compressions.
As he leaned down to give Hermione another breath she jerked slightly, startling Harry. Then she began coughing violently. Even though the coughs sounded painful, Harry could not think of another sound he would rather hear. He gently helped her into a seated position and rubbed her back until she caught her breath.
"Harry?" It came out a strangled whisper, but it was unmistakable. Harry wrapped his arms around her and let his tears fall, soaking her shoulder and hair. He could not remember ever feeling so much fear, panic and dread.
"Harry. I'm so happy you're alive." Hermione's voice was a little stronger, but still very hoarse.
Harry almost laughed at that statement. "Mione, you have no idea how happy I am that YOU are alive. You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were gone."
They continued to sit wrapped in eachother's arms until both of their tears had subsided and Hermione could feel Harry's racing heartbeat begin to slow down.
"We should really get you back to the house. Do you think you can walk?" Hermione nodded and began to stand. Harry was not totally convinced, but knew that she would never allow him to carry her so he wrapped his arm around her waist, offering any support she would allow.
Hermione leaned into Harry, allowing him to guide her to the spot where he had left his broom. As they got closer he summoned the broom to his free hand and helped Hermione climb on. Straddling the broom behind her, Harry wrapped his arms around her body and grasped the boom in front of her. He knew that in her condition it probably was not the safest way to fly, but it would be impossible to get there on foot even if Hermione was in perfect condition.
Slowly they began to rise above the ground. At they got closer to the treetops, Harry felt the broom shudder. Before he had time to process what was happening, the broom began spinning uncontrollably. With one last revolution, the broom stopped suddenly and went into a nosedive. Hearing Hermione's screams, Harry wrapped his arms tightly around her as the ground rushed up towards them. Then everything went black.
Author's notes: I kind of feel that there is nothing special about this story and I have kind of hit a dead end. Please tell me what you think and whether or not I should even continue.