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| twenty one |

Chapter twenty one; When three became four.

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As her back hit the floor forcefully and her head smacked off the ground she couldn't help but to groan in pain. While the quick apparition from Bathilda Bagshot's home in Godric's Hollow on Hermione's part had more than likely saved their lives, it hadn't been done in the proper way. There was absolutely no deliberation about it, and the thought that Wilkie Twycross would be severely disappointed dared to cross Olivia's mind.

The three of them were lucky that they weren't hurt, or even more hurt than what they already where. Olivia didn't feel like she'd been splinched, but she couldn't register anything except the cruel throbbing in her right arm just below her elbow. She clutched ever so tightly to it as she sat up on her bum, the pain making her quite dizzy all of a sudden.

She closed her eyes to stop the world around her from spinning and bit hard into the side of her gum.

"Olivia!" Hermione called to her and a few seconds later she heard her feet pounding through the snow, drawing nearer with each step. She skidded to halt in front of her and dropped to her knees quickly while reaching into her bag, "W—what happened?"

Through the thick liquid running down her fingertips and staining the pure white snow she seethed, "That fuckin' snake." She cursed, still gripping around her right arm underneath her elbow.

Harry's footsteps thudded over next and she felt her coat being pulled off her shoulders, "It was the snake," he told Hermione calmly, holding Olivia's bloodied right hand while carefully manoeuvring her arm out of the sleeve of her coat, "As soon as it got its grip it wouldn't let go."

Hermione gasped, partly with horror and partly with seeing the lines of dark red running down Olivia's pale arm as Harry rolled her t-shirt and jumper sleeve up,
"It—it bit you?"

"Must've been hungry I reckon." Olivia spat out, screwing her eyes shut tightly, "little bastard."

"O—oh, wow, okay." Hermione spluttered out as Harry eased the clothing over the bite gently. Pierced into Olivia's pale skin sat several bite marks, some deeper than others, all emitting their own desired amount of blood.

"You know Hermione that response is exceptionally reassuring." Olivia told her sarcastically, opening her eyes to see Hermione looking quite frantic.

The brown haired girl rummaged around in her bag for a minute or so before she pulled a small bottle out and looked to Harry, "Hold her."

"What?" Olivia asked as Harry moved her to be flush against his back. He fitted his free arm around Olivia's arm and waist, holding her there as tightly as he could, "Why? Hermione—"

Hermione didn't reply, instead she tipped a few droplets of the substance onto the broken skin and cringed when Olivia yelled in agony.

She knew what it was as soon as she felt the first droplet. She remembered how Hermione had coated Ron's shoulder in it after he had been splinched. Olivia really sympathised with Ron know as the stinging sensation that burned her arm wasn't pleasant.

On impulse, she restricted against Harry and fought away from him in a desperate bid to stop the pain. Harry only tightened his hold around her and on her arm so he held a vice grip on her, not only that but Olivia didn't realise Hermione had stopped putting the antiseptic on to the wound. She was just experiencing the stinging before the area eventually numbed.

Her struggling drew to a close when she felt little pain and she relaxed into Harry's chest, his heart thumping loudly into her back while she exhaled heavily. Hermione cleaned the blood away from Olivia's arm and hand before cleaning the wound itself. She then proceeded to fetch a bandage wrap from out of the wonders that was her 'bloody beaded bag' and wrapped it over the wound. All the while Olivia relaxed into Harry's chest with her eyes closed, her heart beating too fast from their ordeal.