Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Muggle Trains and Knee Pains

Hermione's POV

We tumbled into the forest together, I rushed to my hands and knees, assessing the situation. Harry was lying on the ground somewhere across from me, Ron was underneath him, I looked around for (Y/N), but there was no sign of him.

In a panic I tried to process this turn of events, to see what had happened to him. My mind only went to one place, as we dissaparated from Grimmauld Place, I knew Yaxley had grabbed hold of me, so in the moment I used a Revulsion Jinx to get him off me.

My heart sank, that had to be it, that had to be the moment, I wasn't thinking, I hadn't considered who the jinx could shake off other then Yaxley. I just wanted to escape, and I sent him off to his death.

I went to call out to Harry or Ron, to tell them we needed to go back, we had to help him, we couldn't just leave him there, he could be hurt, or captured or... I snapped my head around I saw the state Ron was in.

My body reacted before my mind could, I ran over to help him, blood drenched the whole of Ron's left side and his face stood out, greyish white, against the leaf-strewn earth.

I busied myself with helping him trying to push the thought out of my hand and focus on the present. Using my wand to tear his sleeve and asses the damage I found a gouge out of his flesh, I knew the cause immediately.

I heard rustling from beside me and noticed Harry had joined me, looking as concerned as I was, Ron was losing a lot of blood. The Polyjuice Potion was wearing off now. Ron was halfway between Cattermole and himself in appearance, his hair turning redder and redder as his face drained of the little colour it had left.

"What's happened to him?" asked Harry "Splinched," I said, trying to not waste time with an in-depth explanation. After running through everything I knew about treating injuries in my head It occurred to me I had the thing for an injury like this.

"Harry, quickly, in my bag, there's a small bottle labelled Essence of Dittany–" "Bag – right" Harry sped to the place I had landed, seized the tiny beaded bag and thrust his hand inside it. He was taking a few seconds to rummage around.

"Quickly!" I urged him. He grabbed his wand from the ground and pointed it into the depths of the magical bag. "Accio dittany!" A small brown bottle zoomed out of the bag; he caught it and ran back.

I was worried he was too slow, Ron's eyes were now half closed, strips of white eyeball all that was visible between his lids. "He's fainted," I said as I tried to think of what to do next while trying my best to staunch the bleeding in the meantime.

"Unstopper it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking." I pleaded, Harry wrenched the stopper off the little bottle, I took it and poured three drops of the potion on the bleeding wound. Greenish smoke billowed upwards and when it had cleared, to my relief, the bleeding had stopped.

The wound now looked several days old; new skin stretched over what had just been open flesh. 'Wow,' said Harry, blown away by the potion's effectiveness. I felt ill, my hands were still shaking, and my head was pounding.

"It's all I feel safe doing," I said shakily. "There are spells that would put him completely right, but I daren't try in case I do them wrong and cause more damage, (Y/N) usually does that stuff and he's lost so much blood already"

"How did he get hurt? I mean," Harry said, trying to make sense of whatever had just taken place, "why are we here? I thought we were going back to Grimmauld Place?" I took a deep breath, I knew the next question before he asked it. "Where's (Y/N)?"

I couldn't contain it any more, I burst into tears, the stress finally getting to me, the fear welling up inside of me and the shock finally setting in. As I composed myself, I tried my best to explain. "Harry, I don't think we're going to be able to go back there."