(Hermione and Draco take on the zombie apocalypse) It's been five years since Harry, Hermione and Ron left Hogwarts.
Hermione, now twenty-two and engaged to Ron, prides herself in her intelligence. All her life, Hermione has always needed to kno...
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Hermione ran as fast as she could, blindly running down the stairs of the tall stadium walls to the lower level. Even though she had no idea where Luna had come from, she soon heard the loud cries of a frantic child, which she followed until she found them.
When she got to where Harry was, Hermione stopped momentarily in shock. Hovering over him was a young girl of maybe six or seven, with dark curly hair and even darker eyes. She was crying hysterically, her voice a keening sound of lost syllables as she stood guard over Harry.
Harry.
Harry was lying prone on the ground, the scene reminding her all too abruptly of when Ron, herself, and Harry had tried to apparate out of the ministry of magic. She could remember all to well how Yaxley had grabbed onto her just as they flooed out, and she had to make that split-second decision to save them. That time it had been Ron who had been splinched.
But, this time it was Harry. There was no saving Ron anymore.
Hermione immediately jumped into action. Harry's pale skin was even paler than usual, his dark unruly hair having grown around his face. A line of thick stubble lined his jaw, nearly becoming a beard on her usually clean-shaven friend. There was blood, sticky under her knees as she kneeled next to them, though she couldn't see the origin of the wound that had caused it.
She swallowed thickly, as the young girl stopped screaming, her sobs choking out as she noticed Hermione beside them. She sniffled and eyed her with a wariness that should not have been expressed on a girl so young.
"Harry is hurt," she stated her voice low and childlike. "Can you help him?"
Hermione felt her fingers shaking and she quickly clenched them. She wouldn't be able to save Harry with a magical potion like she did Ron... not this time.
"I have too," Hermione replied with resolve. She eyed Harry, noticing the red seeping through his dark. There were many old blood stains on his clothing, but this one bore the bright crimson shade of fresh blood.
The girl sniffed again, tears still streaming down her face and she moved back, allowing Hermione access to Harry so she could assess his injury. Hermione tugged at the loose ends of his well-worn shirt and pulled as hard as she could, tearing the fabric up his arm until she saw the wound, a mess of blood covering it as she heard a soft whimper come from Harry as he shuddered underneath her.
Hermione pursed her lips, looking up at his face. His eyes were clenched shut, pain making his body convulse under her as pain tore through him.
"Come on Harry, you can do this. You've been through worst and lived," she pleaded as she set to work.
Using the torn pieced of his shirt, she tied it over his wound, hoping to staunch his blood flow and contain the blood he was losing. Turning, she looked at Luna. "Do you have any towels? And water? I need some fresh, boiled water. I have to clean his wound, and then we need to pack the injury." She swallowed as he continued to bleed. "Quickly."
