Courage | Hermione Granger Lesbian Story

The Second War Begins

As the fighting moves away from me, and the blood stops pounding in my ears, I can take a moment to think.

Hermione.

Tearing back into the other room, I see Ron panting heavily, the brain twitching and mangled on the floor. He seems to be sane again.

"How- how are you?" I cough, scanning his gashes.

He looks up at me in fear, "What happened?"

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After I explain the current state of everyone, I force him to lay down so I can sort out his wounds.

"You were Crucioed?"

"Yes, Ron. Please stay still." Delicately tracing my wand around the crimson soaked shirt, I cut it away from him and cast a cleaning spell. It floats in the air behind me, washing itself.

I sigh, the cuts repelling every basic healing spell I know.

"What about that muggle thing they tried on my Dad? Stitches?"

I shake my head, "That went horribly wrong, remember, and I'd need to sterilise it first, and I'm not sure about doing it with a wand- no, no. Come here."

Ripping up his now freshly cleaned shirt, I knot them tightly around the gashes.

"Hey! School shirts are expensive, you know." He grumbles.

I deadpan back, "I'll buy you a new one. Let's focus on not bleeding out first."

As Ginny began to stir, I sat him up and moved her gently, "Hey, can you hear me?"

She groans, pressing the heel of her hand against her head as I also help her into a better position. Her ankle, snapped without magical interference, is easy to mend, and she's up in no time.

Luna wakes up fine, just a little disorientated, but instantly helps the two Weasleys while I move to Hermione.

"Brin..." A warm hand is placed gently on my shoulder, Ginny up and moving fine now, "Brinley, you can't help her now. Look at you, you need to clean yourself up."

Sniffing tears away, I wipe my face and let her help me up, "I'm alright. Come on, let's get out of here."

Luna takes Hermione, Ginny supporting a weakened but spirited Ron, while I rush back into the previous room upon remembering Tonks topple down the stairs before.

Carefully, and with a little magical assistance, she half-floats behind me while I tighten my arms around her side.

"We need to find the others. Harry, the Order, the exit... anything." I nod at Ron's claim, and we stagger out, a misshapen group, bloody and beaten.

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Madam Pomfrey fixes easily what I couldn't, reviving Hermione, and healing Ron (though long white scars are forever embedded across his chest). She sorts Neville's nose out, Harry's many little wounds. Other than various scrapes, I'm fine.

She praises the work I did, after everyone is tucked into a bed, "Miss Fern, I'm always looking for extra help around here. Next year, I'd be glad to... coach you a little, I suppose. I understand your intention is to become a Healer?"

With a weak smile, I nod, "That's right Madam."

"Very good. Now, get some rest. You've got a long week ahead of you. Perhaps longer."