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The Forest of Dean - Harry Potter

So I have been re-reading all the Harry Potter books and I am onto Book 7. When Hermione and Harry got back from Godrick's Hollow, Hermione tells Harry he's been ill but they kinda skip over it. Anyways this is what I think COULD have happened. :)

Hermione's POV:

I landed on the ground with a hard thump. I feel the cold earth beneath me. As I push myself up  dirt from the forest floor sticks to my hands and clothes.

I look around. The Forest of Dean. Exactly where I wanted to come. I hadn't been here in so long. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before.

As I try to take in my surrounding, I look over and see that Harry landed a few feet away from me.

Except, he's not moving. "Harry?" I rush to his side and roll him over. He's not conscious and the locket seems to be suctioning itself to his chest. I pull gently on it, but it refuses to move.

"Harry, can you hear me?" I say, hearing my own voice rise in panic.

Harry doesn't respond. I feel my breath catch in my throat. I stand up and see Harry's wand split in two underneath him.

Ron's voice echos through my head. You're always the one with a plan. What should we do?

Except there is no "We." Ron left. It's just me and Harry.

I decide to do what I know how to do first. I quickly start doing the protection charms I know by heart. All the while, glancing back at Harry, praying he'll wake up.

After 10 minutes of performing the charms, no such luck.

Then I get the tent going. It sets itself up mostly.

I go over to Harry and lay a hand to his face. He is burning up. "Oh no." I whisper under my breath.

Think, Hermione, Think.

I levitate Harry off the ground and into the tent and settle him on the cot. I reach for the Horcrux hanging around his neck and try to remove it from Harry's body. It hisses at me as I pull on it. I use my wand and try a spell I have never used before.

The locket almost jumps off of Harry's chest like a frog. I catch it, but feel heat burning my hands as I do. I quickly toss it on the table.

I look back at Harry. He's still not moving. He usually tosses around all night in his sleep. I don't think I've ever seen him so still.

I want to see the wound the Horcrux made better. I start to unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt.

I know he'd be kind of embarrassed, but at the same time this is important. Plus this is me and Harry we're talking about. Not Harry and Ginny. Not me and....

The wound on Harry's chest is dark pink. I can see an outline of where the locket had been. I put some healing ointment on it in the hopes to help Harry avoid an infection.

It should burn when I do this. A small part of my hopes that the sudden pain will wake Harry up, but he continues to lie still.

After I'm content that the wound is clean. I decide to make a little dinner. We really have been low on supplies and truthfully I'm too tired to go searching for food right now. Not to mention, I don't want to leave Harry.

I have enough to make soup, which I do. While it cooks, I sit at Harry's side. "Harry...please." I say and shake him a bit.

"Hmmm." he hums. I freeze.

"Harry, it's me. You're safe. We're...okay." Harry gives off more of a groaning sound.

"You're going to have to stay in bed a while." I say gently. I didn't even realize it was true until I said it. "But if you could try to wake up...tell me what hurts...I..."