Healing
Landing in a heap on the living room floor, Hermione sprung up to find none other than Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway. He glanced at Hermione with a strange look on his face. When he looked down at Harry however, his face took on a look of pure fury. Curiously enough, the hatred usually mixed in was missing. Draco closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Schooling his face, he opened his eyes again. Walking towards Hermione, Draco drew his wand and called for a house elf. "Young Master Draco called for Pippy, sir?" Draco waved his wand at Harry in a complicated fashion, causing a scroll to appear in front of him. To their collective dismay, the scroll grew in length until it was nearly eight feet long. Gasping in shock, the elf spoke again. "Pippy will get Mistress immediately!" Draco looked at the scroll and started shaking with barely controlled rage. Hermione had started to reach for the scroll when Draco suddenly thrust it into her hands before backing away slowly, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. Pippy appeared again, this time with Narcissa. Narcissa glanced around the room, assessing the situation before approaching Harry and muttering a few diagnostic spells. Seeing the results, she snarled. "We need to get him to Saint Mungo's, now. Hermione, make sure to bring that blasted scroll with you. Draco..." She turned to her son. "Dragon," she started softly, "Harry needs you. You must control yourself. Do this for your mate." Draco looked up at his mother, angry tears trailing down his face, and with a pained voice he said, "What kind of monsters could do this to someone? Let alone to someone as kind and sweet as Harry?" Narcissa stared at her distraught son and shook her head. "Clearly someone who never cared for him in the first place. Come children, let's go. Pippy, take Harry and have the nurses put him in a private room." Nodding, Pippy took Harry's hand and disappeared. Hermione looked at Hedwig sadly. "You need to rest too, poor girl. Go take a nap. When you wake up, you can come see Harry alright?" After a moment, Hedwig hooted softly and, rubbing her head against Hermione's hand, she flew off. Hermione smiled slightly and took Narcissa's outstretched hand.
With a quiet 'pop', all three of them landed in Saint Mungo's receiving area. Looking around the lobby quickly, they walked up to the desk. "One moment, please." The nurse stated, obviously exhausted. Hermione squinted at the girl sitting next to the nurse (clearly her daughter or some other close relation). "Cho?" Hermione suddenly exclaimed. A brief look of confusion crossed Cho Chang's face before it went blank. Hermione however, could still see the buried anger in Cho's eyes. "She must still be upset with me for cursing her friend" Hermione thought to herself. Grabbing a piece of paper, she wrote down the counter-jinx for Cho's friend. Seeing Cho raise a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, Hermione blushed. "It's the counter-jinx for Marietta. All you need to do is point your wand at her and say the words." Cho blinked before slowly taking the paper from Hermione. "If you had this all along, why wait until now to give it to us, even though I asked for it at school?" Cho asked, clearly annoyed. Hermione smiled sheepishly. "I didn't think anyone would actually betray us so..." she paused until Draco elbowed her gently, reminding her that there was a reason they were there. "Look, I didn't give it to you because I didn't have it." She let the words rush out. "As soon as I realized it was Marietta who told, I started trying to come up with the counter for her. It took longer than I though it would." Cho stared at Hermione, shock written across her face. "Are you telling me that you created that jinx in less than a month?" Hermione nodded. "And then created the counter to it also in less than a month?" Hermione nodded again, tilting her head in confusion. "Merlin Granger, how are you not a Ravenclaw??" Cho asked, bewildered. Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. I asked for Ravenclaw but the hat said Gryffindor." She grinned but it quickly disappeared. "Anyway... we're here because well... a certain someone was severely injured, if you know who I'm talking about?" she said quietly. Cho's eyes widened and she turned to whisper to the nurse beside her. Cho nodded and stood quickly, beckoning for them to follow her. "The elf that brought him in has apparently been refusing to leave his side. No one knew which family she belonged to. Until now, I guess." Cho said, eyeing the Malfoys wearily. Raising her eyebrow again, she rolled her eyes when Hermione shook her head slightly. "You know I won't tell you before I tell my friends." Hermione stated as they came to a stop outside a door guarded by a mean looking auror. "They're cleared for this room," Cho stated firmly. "This is Mr. Evan's sister and her... family." That got the auror's attention and he nodded, opening the door and waving them though. "Let me know how he's doing, please." Cho said softly, looking at Hermione with pleading eyes. She smiled when Hermione nodded.
"Wow, I guess they were told what happened." Hermione said, glancing at the aurors stationed around the room, and then at Harry, who was laying on the bed. He was pale and unmoving. "Am I to assume that you're the ones who removed this young man from his prison?" Hermione jumped, turning to face the person who spoke, and nodded slowly. "How did you know he was injured?" Hermione looked at the cloaked (man?) confused. "After that fiasco in the ministry and with Harry being a glorified danger magnet, I got the Weasley twins to help me create warning stones. One for Harry and one for me. If either of us is in danger, the other will know." She looked at Harry again, but seeing Draco sitting next to him, she quickly turned back to the strange figure. "Please excuse my presumptiveness sir, but you just... you seem familiar some how. Like I should know you," Hermione stopped talking as the man held up his hand. "Not here and definitely not now." He said, his voice flat. "Thank you for getting him out in time." He said, offering Hermione his hand. When she shook his hand though... she felt everything he did. The man was grateful indeed, but his anger... she had never felt that much rage in one singular person before. He was terrifyingly furious. Suddenly, it clicked. Hermione realized why the man seemed familiar, why he felt the way he did. She knew in her very soul that she was correct about his identity. The same way she knew she could trust her new family. Because the man who's hand she now held tightly in her own, was a man she had met before. She knew those swirling grey eyes. She knew the rough callouses on those hands. She knew that the man in front of her, was Sirius Black.