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Chapter 2 : Hermione
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"Broke your leg, you did."
Tonks was poking and prodding at my wounded leg. Every time her fingers mad contact with the nail wound I felt like a snake was burrowing through the muscles. It made me want to just rip my leg off and be rid of it.
Tonks's pink hair was blinding me as she turned her attention back to my leg. "Broke it rather well might I add. Three places. Not to mention that nail wound. A tough one to heal that'll be."
"But you can do it." I wasn't asking her. I was telling her.
"Of course I can. Just stating that you're rather a mess."
"She was lucky," Remus said, sitting down in the chair next to Tonks, across from me. "The building was in shambles. It was...a sight I hoped I would never see again."
"Do we know yet what happened?"
Draco was standing across the room as if he was afraid of being too close to my leg. He was looking at Remus, searching for answers.
Remus merely shook his head, rather sadly. "Unfortunately, no. It's odd really. It would take an extremely strong spell to level St. Mungo's. Been standing for centuries in the same spot. Thought nothing would bring it down. Looks like we were wrong."
Tonks hit my wound again.
I shooed her hands away. Not that I didn't appreciate her help, but becoming a healer didn't change that fact that she was one of the clumsiest people I have ever met.
"Ginny. How is she?"
There was a collective silence throughout the room. The Weasley's all looked around at each other, each one looking for the other to answer the question none dared to acknowledge.
Harry, his forehead still cut open, cleared his throat. "Still..um...still unconscious."
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. "And the baby?"
There was a long pause, then a strangled breath. "She....she lost it."
I feel red hot tears slide down my cheeks. Merlin! Ginny lost the baby! She's lying in the other room, unconscious, and I am lying here worrying about a punctured leg! How selfish could I get? I wanted to crawl under the table and die right then. Then I thought of Danica. I couldn't think about dying. I needed to think about her. She needed me. That was the most important thing right now.
"Tonks, you can fix my leg, right?"
She nodded. "Of course."
"Then do it."
Draco came over, grabbed my hand. "Sleep for a while 'Mione. When you wake up, your leg will be healed."
"But I don't want to-"
He kissed my forehead. "Just sleep, 'Mione."
He whispered something quietly, and my protests died in my throat. I felt tired, and the world slipped into darkness.
I woke up in a warm bed. I groaned, reaching up and grabbing my head.
"Awake are you?"
I blinked a couple of times to find Fred Weasley's face only a few inches away from mine. Letting out a screech I scuttled backwards on the bed.
Fred chuckled, reaching out and placing a hand on my arm. "Calm down, Hermione. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Fred Weasley! Don't you ever scare me like that again! What in the name of Merlin are you doing here anyway?"
"Waiting for you to wake up of course."
"That, Fred, is obvious. The question would be why are you waiting for me to wake up?"
"Ah, well, you didn't ask me that, now did you?"
"Fred." A warning.
"Calm down, Hermione."
"Would you please answer my question?"
"We need to talk to you, that's all."
"But you all knew I was going to wake up, so why wait for me to do so?"
"Hermione, you've been asleep for over a day. Apparently the spell that Draco put on you was stronger than we all intended."
I blinked at him, not fully comprehending. A day? A full say? How could I have slept a full day?
"Fred, what's been going on? Do we know anything new? Did we figure out what happened at the hospital? Do we know what spell caused it? And Ginny? Any change? How is Harry doing? Is he okay? I should go talk to him. And oh, Merlin, Danica! Has Draco found out anything?"
"Hermione, Hermione, calm down." He grasped my arms as if to calm me down. "Just take a deep breath. One question at a time. I'll see if I can answer them."
I sighed, breathing in deep and letting it out slowly. "Alright. Um...damn, they all seem so important. How do I choose one to ask first?"
"Just ask what comes to mind."
"The hospital. What do we know?"
"Still not much."
"Many. A hundred, maybe more. Lockhart was among them."
A part of me felt sorry that my old professor. The rest of me? It didn't matter. "Fred....that's....horrible."
"Ginny. Any change?"
"No, none. Tonks thinks that there's a spell on her or something, but we can't figure out what it is."
"And Harry? How is he?"
"Devastated. Distraught. He's worried about her. And understandably so. And he just lost his baby. A part of him thinks that the world has come to an end. But, Harry is strong. He'll make it through this."
"Yes...yes, Harry is strong." I stopped, swallowing hard. This was the question I was regretting, but had to ask. "And...Danica. Has Draco heard anything?"
"No, Draco hasn't." Draco was leaning against the door frame as he looked at me. "Not directly at least."
Fred glanced between the two of us, then sat up. "I'll leave you too alone." He gave my shoulder a small squeeze and left me and Draco alone in the room.
Draco crossed to room and took the spot Fred abandoned. "I got another letter. From my father."
I grabbed his hand in mine. "And?"
"More taunting. Has Danica. Wants to hurt her. Knew about the hospital. That's not surprising though. The whole wizarding world knows St. Mungo's is rumble by now."
I flung myself forward, holding onto him. "What are we going to do, Draco? I need her back. I need my baby."
He stroked my hair. "I know, love. I know."
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