Ron rushed into the tent. Harry was just as Hermione left him – pale and lifeless.

"Oh, if only I had studied a little bit more healing!" Hermione sobbed into her hands. Now that there was someone else to take charge, Hermione fell apart.

"Hermione…Hermione…I need you to tell me exactly what happened. We can fix this!" Ron looked fiercely at her.

Bolstered by Ron's spirit, she wiped her eyes and recounted the events of the past few days with as much detail as she could remember.

He stared at Harry's still form for a few moments before he turned to Hermione with resolution in his voice, "We're going to have to take him to a Healer."

Hermione looked at him aghast, "We can't! We'll all get caught! Even if we did risk going to such a public place as St. Mungo's, it has surely already been infiltrated by Death Eaters!"

"No – we go to Bill's."

"What?"

"From there, we'll contact my mum and Lupin. My mum is a Healer, you know. She figured with all the trouble Fred and George got into, it was cheaper to become a Healer than to pay St. Mungo's. Remember, she mended George's ear in a trice. Lupin will be there in case there's any Dark Arts involved." Ron finished grimly.

Hermione continued to look at him, shell-shocked, as he carefully lifted Harry up from under his arms until he said, "Oi! Take his legs, would you?"

Hermione hastened to take Harry's legs, and between the two of them, they managed to carry him outside the tent, lay him gently on the ground, and cover him with the Invisibility Cloak.

Hermione quickly repacked their belongings and the tent in the beaded bag. By the time she had finished, she turned to face Ron with the determination that had been missing earlier.

"Let's go," Ron nodded vigorously in response.

They both stood next to the seemingly empty patch of ground where Harry's inert body lay.

"Er…maybe… how 'bout you take Harry?" Ron shuffled his feet on the ground.

"Ron, don't be ridiculous, I can't even lift him! I had to levitate him just to get him on the bed!"

"I had… er…a bit of an accident on the way here," he said sheepishly, wiggling his left hand, displaying a couple of missing nails. "I mean, I don't mind losing a fingernail here and there, but I imagine that Harry wouldn't take to it too kindly."

Hermione rolled her eyes, picked Harry up as much as she could, and muttered under her breath as she Apparated, "Splinched himself again!"