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CHAPTER 22.
Everything hurt.
It was like she had been hit by Dolohov's curse again, but this time all over her body, even her finger nails were aching, something Hermione hadn't known was possible.
Hermione awoke groggily, somewhere warm and dimly lit, the hospital wing? Yep, she recognised the ceeling. Every inch of her body was aching, she stayed as still as possible, hoping for the pain to stop, it didn't. Near by, she heared the hushed tones of Madam Pomfray.
"I've never seen the like of it in a school." She said quietly. "A broken legg, dislocated shoulder, and fractured wrist and ankle. Several crushed fingers, and a cracked skull, and many ribbs. Not to mention the fact that every inch of her body is covered in bruising , and unless i'm mistaken, bite marks..." She sounded sick.
Hermione shuddered, well, that would explain why it felt like Grawp had sat on her.
"It's a good thing the Fat Fryer happened across her, and saw the portrate open." Came the uncharactaristically shaky voice of Hermione's head of house. "How is she now?"
"I've healed the broken bones, and dislocated shoulder, and given her a potion to help relax her muscules, and speed the healing of the bruises. I've also healed the...internal damage, ruptured spleen almost, very nearly punctured a lung. It's all taken care of now. But she's in for a rough couple of days, and the bruises wont fade completely for a while." The healer said bitterly. Hermione didn't want to hear anymore, so she moaned noticably, tilting her head to the side, looking around.
"Oh my dear." Came Madam Pomfray's voice, "It's allright now." She soothed waving her wand over Hermione, running diagnostic spells, she seemed to be sattisfied with the results, for she nodded grimly, and went to help Hermione sit up.
Hermione flinched when she felt hands on her, logically aware that it was the nurse, but some deeper instinct insisted that it was unwelcome. Madam Pomfray paused, pulling back, looking at Hermione with a sad, knowing look in her eye.
"Miss Granger?" Came the soft scottish brogue, "Im sorry my dear, but i must ask, have you any idea who...?" she trailed off, Hermone was shaking her head.
"They stunned me from behind." She said, wincing, her voice was raspy, and her throat soar, reaching up gingerly, she cupped her throat, and madam pomfray handed her a glass of water.
Nodding her thanks, she turned back to a scowling Mcgonagall, "Attaking when your back is turned..." She mumbled, discussted.
She cleared her throat and continued, "I have spoken to professor Dumbledore, and he agree's that it would be best for you to begin your hollidays early, you can floo from his office later today. Miss Weasley and Mr potter, will unfortunaley still have to catch the train the day after tomorow, but we thought you might prefer..." She trailed off.
There were slight tears in Hermione's eyes, as she choked out, "Thank you, professor." The elderly witch gazed sadly upon her battered and broken favorite student, then went to ready things for hermione's departure.
Looking at herself for the first time, she saw that she was still dressed in her bloodied white school uniform shirt which was torn beyond repair, and now more scarlet than white. And ripped and blodied skirt, sans the shoes and socks. Her trunk must alredy at Grimauld place she guessed, looking at her bare leggs and feet. It made her looke even smaller, her tiny feet, and bare toes, still painted black from when Ginny had done them last weekend.
She looked like an extra from a horror film, she thought abstractly, and madam pomfray helped her to stand, which was a new speciall kind of awful. Hermione let out a strangled cry, wondering how she would walk, let alone floo?
She pushed the questions aside, in favor of not throwing up, or passing out, when she had steadied somewhat, and with madam pomfray supporting most of her weight, they made their way to the large stone fireplace at the end of the ward, and flooed to the headmasters office.
She wasn't sure which was worse, the increadible pain and discomfort, or constantly fighting the impulse to rip herself from the matron's grasp.
The spinning sensation didn't do much to help her curent constitution, and her leggs gave way as she slammed into the circular office, a black shape catching her beneath the arms before she fell flat on ther face, she flinched, and wrapped in on herself for a moment, before regaining her composure.
She mumbled a thank you to professor snape, who obviously hand't known the extent of her injureis, judging by the list of profanatys he expelled. Helped by her professor, who was careful to only touch her clothes, and let go as soon as she was situated, she sat in the nearest chair, and waited for Dumbledore to message ahead to grimauld Place, with Fawks.
When that was done, he told hermione that all her belongings had allredy been sent, and then wished her a speedy recovery. She then stood, looking at the flames uncrtainly, How the hell was she expected to do this?
"May I?" Came Snapes voice, holding his arms outstretched, seeing no other option, Hermione nodded, and was scooped up gently, then snape strode towards the fireplace, enunciating clearly their destination. She shot Snape an apologetic look as she flinched at his touch, willing him to understand that it wasn't him. He seemed to understand.
Hermione shut her eyes tight during the spinning sensation, clinging to the front of her Professors robes, praying not to vomit. When it stopped, Snape, with the broken girl circled into his chest, stepped quickly into the kitchen of Grimauld Place, to cries of shock from it's occupants, Sirius, Remus and Tonks, all of whom started hurling questions at snape at once. Hermione felt snape sigh, and she almost laughed.
"Quiet." Snape comanded, in a voice that would have made many first years wet themselves. "Dumbledore has filled you all in?" he asked, they nodded mutley. "Then i see no reason for these questions." he finished curtly.
He stroad forward and set Hermione gently into a chair, seeming to know that she didn't want to be touched by anyone, before retreating to the flames, "I must go before i am missed, be well Miss Granger." And with that he vanished.