Jonathon felt a burning rise from his stomach, he could taste a mixture of bile and blood in his mouth and he let out a strangled cry of pain. The young nurse ran into his room and seeing the blood and mucus dribbling down from his blue lips onto his pillow cast a quick spell which brought no relief.

Jonathon felt his heart constrict when he heard the cry of Clara from the next room. He motioned for the woman to run to her, save the young girl but the nurse paid him no attention and Jonathon could slowly feel himself sinking into darkness. Then he heard it again, another cry from the young Weasley, the nurse turned to the door, finally she had registered it as a cause for alarm.

"Clara… Clar…Cl…"

***

Hermione laughed, smiling brilliantly when Luna ran her fingers through Draco's neat hair. Old habits die hard. Hermione gasped when she felt her wand vibrating in her pocket. She took it out and red sparks engulfed the room momentarily. Hermione's features fell into a shocked and concerned expression as she stared at the red glow.

"Oh im sorry, there is an emergency at the hospital I must go." Hermione apologised and kissed her daughters cheek before running from the house.

***

Hermione entered Jonathon's room, sending the two nurses into Clara's immediately. Hermione quickly scanned his abdomen and saw that the lining of his stomach was deteriorating rapidly, faster than she had ever thought possible.

She cast a shield charm that she knew would not prevent the inevitable, but would at least reduce the pain. She revived him quickly and he sat bolt up right looking wildly around the room, she was suddenly reminded of a werewolf, the way he looked around the room as if surveying it for prey, his nose twitching, teeth bared.

"Clara." He whispered and Hermione yelled for the nurses and ran to Clara's room, the girl was shaking violently.

"Clara… Clara sweetheart I need you to hear me now, do not be afraid." Hermione stated and forced the girls shoulder down. Hermione placed the tip of her wand to Clara's head and mumbled several complex spells under her breath, the tip of it shone blue and Clara's breathing evened out and her shaking subsided. Hermione sighed, sinking into the chair beside Clara's bed, her head in her hands.

Hermione stood suddenly when she heard the anguished gasp come from the ajar door. The man ran forward, clutching Clara's hand in his own, kissing it gently.

"Oh Clara please don't be dead…" his voice trailed off and Hermione smiled smally.

"She is fine… Charlie." Hermione whispered and his blue-green eyes immediately were upon her. He seemed shocked at first, his eyes taking in her blonde hair, then her uniform, then the face he recognised so well.

"Hermione… you have returned." Charlie looked to the door where Hannah stood, a sleeping baby boy in her arms. Hannah immediately let out a sigh of relief when she saw Charlie's smiling face, her eyes widened immediately when she saw her former class mate.

"Hermione Granger! Oh, I am so happy that you are Clara's healer…" she trailed off, nursing her son back into his deep sleep as his body had begun to stir.

"I will save her."

***

Harry sat down heavily on the lounge at the hollow. He had replaced all of Hermione's things into the exact same manner she had before. He felt a pang in his heart when he looked at the picture hanging on the wall, the last one that had been taken of them both together. The night of his 21st birthday party. She wore his favourite black dress, he smiled when his image repeatedly kissed her temple making her blush, before turning back to the camera and smiling.

He sighed heavily and placed his head in his hands. He removed his glasses and walked to the bathroom flicking his wand so that his face was cleanly shaven, it was his choice, not anyone else's. He heard tapping at the window and he turned collecting the daily prophet and sitting at the table.

He unfolded the newspaper and saw a blonde woman flick her head in the direction of the camera suddenly, her eyes widen in shock and then the beautiful woman walked away.

'Hermione Granger, back in England!

The war hero and best friend of Harry Potter, was spotted yesterday in the main entrance to St. Mungos where she has taken up a high ranking position in the extreme care ward.

Miss Granger was one of the heroes of the war having helped Harry Potter defeat you know you in her seventh year at school. Renowned for her brains and magical talent, and later in her life her beauty, Miss Granger's disappearance five years ago startled the wizarding community with none of her close friends commenting on the move.

If any information was to be gained, all sources said ask Harry Potter, whom declined to be interviewed on the topic. Sources however claim the move may have had something to do with Mr. Potter himself.

See page four for a comprehensive account of Hermione Granger's new look, including how you can dye your hair the same…."

He didn't bother reading the rest. She was back. Harry stared intently at the image of Hermione, she looked so different. Five years had made her even more beautiful then before. He stroked the black and white Hermione's cheek in wonder, Hermione.

***

One day before.

Hermione entered St Mungos and sighed heavily when she saw the many people in the waiting room; she walked forward and turned when she heard someone call her name. The flash was bright and blinding and Hermione's eyes widened when she saw the camera and she stalked away.

She entered Clara's room and smiled at Charlie's sleeping form, Hannah was obviously at home nursing their eight month old son. Clara smiled warmly and Hermione ran a quick scan over her. She looked fine, pleasing Hermione greatly.

"I'm going to run some tests today Clara, I think I will be able to help you." Hermione said kindly and Charlie sat up looking around for a moment before spotting Hermione and smiling. "Charlie can I have a word?"

The two adults exited the room and walked a while down the hall until they were near Jonathon's door. "Charlie I must explain something… if I am right, the tests I do today will not allow me to do anything to help Clara… I have a suspicion that Clara will have to fight off the poison herself, her own body her own magical spirit as such. But I pray I am not right… she is strong… now I am sorry Charlie but I must see to my other patient." Charlie nodded solemnly and ventured back to Clara's room.

Jonathon looked up and waited whilst Hermione ran tests, she spent about an hour going over the results that presented them selves onto her notes and she frowned slightly casting another shield over his abdomen.

She sat beside him and waited for him to drink the potion; she would have to monitor the effects for the rest of the day.

"Will you promise me something Hermione?" he asked quietly and his dark eyes bored into hers with a familiar intensity, one she had not experienced for many years. "Promise me you will make sure Clara lives… make sure she doesn't die." Hermione sighed and massaged her temples.

"I will try Jon." Jonathon smiled at this.

"So your third year at school?" at this Hermione smiled, remembering it vividly.

***

"Mum.. Why are you on the front cover?" Emerald asked innocently looking down at the newspaper that had been dropped by the owl on the breakfast table. Hermione frowned slightly and Lizzie looked up from her food curiously, her mouth half open, her fork hitting her cheek.

When Hermione saw the headline her jaw dropped. "No no no no no no no!" Hermione said and she pulled at her wavy blonde hair furiously, her eyes wide in terror.

"Mum?"

"Hermione…. I assume this is not good?" Lizzie asked cautiously before taking another bite of her eggs, not the least bit concerned. Emerald let out a small giggle when her 'aunt' rolled her eyes.

"Not good? NOT GOOD? THIS IS A CATASTROPHE!"

AN

New poll is up about who/if anyone is going to die in this story.

So harry now knows she's in England…….

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