I thought I'd write from Ron's POV this time. I hope you like it! As always, all reviews welcome!

Ron's POV

I dashed through the dark ministry corridors, looking for Fudges office. I was with Tonks, Moody and the rest of the Order of the Pheonix except for Snape, he was away for the evening. We were there to get Hermione. A spy hidden for years in the Ministry blew his cover to tell us that Fudge had been disabling In Manu Potenti's by taking off their hands. My breathing got more rapid at the thought, blood rushing rapidly through my veins.

Lupin led us down a long,shadowy corridor, our footsteps echoing with each stride we took, our only source of light was Tonk's wand, lit up by a lumos charm. We came to a stop outside a huge oak door."Wand out, boy." Moody snapped at me. I obeyed, taking my wand from my left Jean pocket and holding it in front of me, ready to attack whatever basturd had hurt my Hermione.

The door blasted open with a quick bombarda curse from Moody. I ran in, not waiting for the others to follow. The sight before me is one I'll never forget. Two men crouched next to Hermione's unconscious body, both arguing about whether they should've used a numbing spell. One of them was holding an enchanted saw; it was halfway through Hermione's right arm.

I yelled "STUPIFY" at the top of my lungs, flicking my wand at the one holding the saw. He was blasted through the minister's desk and onto the wall behind it, knocking off a few startled portraits. The other guard turned to me but before he could utter a single sound, each member of the Order had cast a curse in his direction, blasting him to Merlin knows where.

I ran to Hermione's side, kneeling by her limp form and lifting her little weight onto my legs. I looked to her wound. The flesh of her whole arm was burned and bleeding heavily. The biggest wound was the one made by the enchanted saw, it had cut all the way into her bone but it wasn't bleeding, the blade must stop the would from bleeding as soon as it's cut. I looked to her pale face and called out in a shaky voice "she needs help, quickly, she's bleeding."

No one had herd me, the rest of the Order had gone looking for Fudge. There was a voice from across the room that I didn't quite understand. "Hello?" I croaked. The mumbling continued. I reluctantly pulled myself from Hermione's side and went looking for the source of the noise. It was coming from underneath one of the guards. I shifted his body over and was met with the face of a painting. It said "I have another frame at Hogwarts, near the headmaster's office, I can get a message to him if she needs to go immediately." Concern etched into his wrinkled face.

" Please hurry, she's bleeding." I said quickly. The portrait left it's golden frame in a hurry that didn't match his old age.

The Hospital Wing (Hogwarts)

School life at Hogwarts had resumed now. It had been a week since the incidents at the Ministry. The portrait had managed to get Proffessor Dumbledore to come down to the Ministry himself to retrieve Hermione. He had simply said to Fudge "I'll deal with my own students in future." It had been the only time I'd seen Dumbledore that angry, that frightened me, seeing such a great wizard lose all trace of control. They were shaping up to be dark times.

I sat on a stiff wooden chair next to Hermione's hospital bed. She looked so peaceful, lying there, I was pleased to see that some colour had come back to her cheeks since my last visit. I liked looking at her so close. When I was with Lavender all I'd ever get out of her was an angry glare. I'd missed seeing her smile, the way her face lit up with joy. My eyes wandered down her face, taking in everything; the curve of her lips, her light brown freckles, her untainted eyelashes, kept that way because she hardly ever wore mascara. My eyes wondered to her right arm, well, what was left of it. The hand was too badly burned to keep, the doctors had to amputate. Guilt landed in my stomach. Why couldn't I have gotten there faster? Stupid, stupid Ron...

"Hey Ron." A deep voice whispered." Quiditch practice just finished" I looked up from hermione to see Harry on the other side of her bed. He had grass stains on his face and was looking considerably disgruntled. "How's she doing?" He asked with concern.

" She looks good today." I tried to sound positive. " Some colour has come back into her face don't-cha-think?"

"Yeah, she's a tough one. She'll be out of that bed and complaining about us not doing our homework before you know it."

I chuckled "Yeah, you're probably right."

"Anyway, I need my sleep for tomorrow's game, are you gonna play keeper?"

"No, let Mclaggen do it, I need to stay with Mione."

"Okie Dokie, well, bye then"

"Bye."

I looked back at Hermione's sleeping form. Her face was no longer calm. She was frowning and ever so slightly moving her legs. She was waking up.