As Harry settled into a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, excitement and anticipation filling the air, his eyes scanned the busy train. Suddenly, a familiar face caught his attention, and his heart skipped a beat. It was Hermione, but she looked different—her arm in a cast and sling, her ankle in a brace, and relying on crutches for support. She sat alone, her bag by her side.
Harry's concern surged, and he quickly made his way towards Hermione's compartment. Opening the door, he greeted her with a mixture of relief and sympathy. "Hermione! What happened to you? Are you alright?"
Hermione offered a faint but warm smile, grateful to see a familiar face. "Harry, it's so good to see you. I had a little accident, but I'll be fine. Just some broken bones. How are you? How's your first year at Hogwarts going?"
Harry's worry lingered, but he couldn't help but smile at Hermione's resilience. They spent the train ride catching up, sharing stories, and offering each other support, knowing that their friendship would be a source of strength as they embarked on their magical journey together.
