Everything I Do, I Do It For You

Chapter 2:- Death and Betrayal

Hermione woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. Her head was killing her and as she reached up with her left hand to touch it, she noticed that there were stitches across her forehead, and it was quite tender to her touch. Her right hand also hurt but she didn’t take much notice of it. She found it difficult to breathe let alone move any part of her body, as she hurt all over.

‘How did I get into Hogwarts Hospital Wing? Where is Pomfrey, and why do I have stitches in my head, of all things?'

She took another look around and noticed that she was not in fact at Hogwarts. She wanted to scream, tell anyone who would listen who she was and that she shouldn’t be wherever she was. She reached down to her robe pocket for her wand and noticed that she was not wearing her robes; instead she was wearing a hospital gown. All of a sudden it all came back to her, the final battle, Harry’s and Ron’s deaths, her quick exit from Hogwarts. Most of it was a blur and she started to sob uncontrollably.

Dr. Jason Hudson, doing his normal rounds, stopped at the door of room 12 and heard a woman crying inside. He breathed in deeply and reached for the doorknob; turning it, he pushed on the door.

“Hi, my name is Doctor Hudson and I will be your doctor,” he said upon entering.

Hermione just looked at him, her eyes red and puffy. She had streaks down her face which she quickly wiped away. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it as soon as she saw the doctor go for the chart at the end of the bed.

She just sat there staring at him as he went over her chart. Finally he spoke, never taking his eyes off the chart.

“Well, it looks like you have a nasty cut on your forehead and you were also really dehydrated; hence the drip in your arm.” He motioned to her arm and she looked down.

“It would seem like you’ve been through the wars, as you have broken quite a few ribs and your hand; you’ve also got bumps and bruises everywhere.”

Hermione gave a harsh and hollow laugh. At that he looked up at her face and saw a mixture of deep pain and anger in her eyes. It took his breath away and he needed a couple of seconds to compose himself. He inhaled deeply.

“Now, would you like to explain what happened to you?” Dr. Hudson asked with a smile.

Hermione looked up into the doctor’s eyes. He seemed nice enough and he also seemed to truly care what had happened to her. What would it hurt? Everyone was dead anyway. With that brief thought in mind she began to speak.

“Well you see, Harry, Ron and I . . . well, we defeated Voldemort. Well, it wasn’t so much Ron and I as Harry, but we definitely helped. You see it was a wizard war; they were calling it the war of the century, the war that was inevitable. It was between the good side, that’s us, and the bad side, which was Voldemort and his followers, Death Eaters they are called. Anyway they blew open the gates of Hogwarts; god knows how they did it but they did; there was probably someone working on the inside.” Hermione paused at that thought, trying to think. But deciding it hurt her head too much at that point in time, she continued.

”We were outnumbered at least ten to one, with the students all gone for Christmas holidays. I wonder whether he planned it like this. Of course he planned it, what am I going on about. We all fought a valiant fight, defeating Voldemort and most of his Death Eaters, but then something went terribly wrong. You see, Harry and Ron are now dead and no one was left standing, no one that is except for me. It’s my entire fault; oh, why didn’t they just kill me too,” Hermione said, now visibly shaking and sobbing out loud. She looked up at the doctor with tears streaming out of her eyes.

“They’re all dead, don’t you see, and I may as well be dead too. Everyone that I loved was killed on that battlefield. My parents died a year ago and it wasn’t even their fault - they had nothing to do with the wizarding world, nothing at all, and now they are gone. They were just sitting at home. Mum answered the door and the Death Eaters came inside. They raped and killed my mother while my father watched, and then they killed him too. My parents probably never knew what hit them. Oh, I warned them, and don’t let anyone else tell you differently, but they didn’t listen. They believed they were safe in their little house in their little neighbourhood with their little garden. Now I have no one.” As Hermione finished she was clearly shaken up by telling her story, and her eyes were all swollen red. She had her head down with her left hand covering her eyes, and she took a couple of quick shallow breaths in.

Dr. Hudson could see that she was obviously shaken by recounting her story, and placing the chart back on the bed, he moved closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She shuddered at his touch and he quickly removed his hand.

‘What did they tell you at medical school? NEVER get involved with your patients.’ The hospital’s policy was to fix them up and ship them out; he had to keep reminding himself of that.

“Well, let’s take a look at you,” Dr. Hudson said, trying to move on and change the subject.

He’d heard and seen it all and wasn’t at the least fazed by her earlier outburst; however, it seemed that she so much believed her story.

‘That’s how mental patients work. They suck you in and before long you too believe in their made-up world. They are totally convincible.’ He thought to himself as he made his way around to the head of the bed.

He took a look at her stitches, first examining her eyes and their responsiveness to light.

“You’re doing great,” he reassured her.

She gave him a half-hearted grin. ‘He doesn’t believe me; it is written all over his face. Oh, why did I have to blurt it all out? I suppose I had to tell someone. Why him? Where was my Gryffindor level headedness?’ She let out a sigh.

He proceeded to look at her hand and when he lifted up her shirt, she blushed. He pressed lightly on her bruised ribs and she let out a low moan.

“If you’ll just let me go home, I can fix this entire mess up,” Hermione said now, displaying her Gryffindor courage and bravery.

“I’m afraid you won’t be going anywhere for a couple of days,” Dr. Hudson said, shaking his head. Grabbing the chart from the end of the bed, he started to make some notes on it.

“But I’m quite alright. Look, I will show you,” she said, pushing up on her good arm and attempting to stand. It took every ounce of strength she had not to scream out in pain. He pushed her gently back into bed and pressed the nurse call button. A voice came over the intercom.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, this is Doctor Hudson here. I would like some restraints to room 12 immediately.”

“Right away, doctor.”

She groaned inwardly at what he’d said, but she knew she was in no shape to fight the doctor, so she just lay there.

The nurse came in with the restraint and proceeded to strap her legs and arms to the bed.

“Is this really necessary?” she asked, knowing that they would never take them off, no matter what she said.

“It’s for your own good. We don’t want you to injure yourself trying another stunt like that. You are far from being well enough to leave us,” Dr. Hudson said, a little bit of his fatherly voice coming through, as if he was concerned about a child.

With the restraints in place the nurse left, leaving Dr. Hudson alone once more with Hermione to resume his examination. She didn’t open her mouth again but she was fuming inside. ‘Just wait until these things are off and then I will give them what for - treating me like I’m mental or something.’ She mused to herself.

Her initial feeling of grief left at that moment, as her current predicament was more than enough to get her brain working into overdrive. However, thinking made her head hurt, leaving her feeling tired and spent. Her eyes were shutting and she was succumbing to sleep.

Dr. Hudson finished up his examination of Hermione. He left the room smiling, thinking to himself that he didn’t even know her name. He went straight to the nurses’ station and asked for the resident psychiatrist to be called to room 12. He gave strict instructions to the nurse before heading on to finish up his rounds.

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Severus and Dumbledore stepped outside of the castle, the bitterly cold morning air hitting them in the face. The grounds were covered in snow and smelt of death, and scanning the horizon that’s all that Severus could see: death and destruction. A scowl crossed his face as he took in a deep breath. Minerva came up behind the two of them, gently placing a hand on Dumbledore’s shoulder.

“Ah, there you are, Minerva. I knew you would be around somewhere,” Dumbledore said smiling, half forgetting what a mammoth task lay ahead of them.

“Let us begin then, shall we,” Dumbledore said, taking a step forward before he even finished his sentence.

The three of them spent the remainder of the day seeking out the injured and the dead. Although the dead outweighed the number of the living, they were pleasantly surprised to find both Remus Lupin and Sirius Black among the injured. They also found Professor Sprout, Madame Hooch and Ginny Weasley, all of whom weren’t injured too badly, just exhausted, unconscious and with a couple of nasty hexes.

There was a cry from the west side of the grounds. Sirius rushed over, knowing the person needed immediate attention. When he reached the spot, though, he wished he had never answered the call.

Draco was lying over his father’s dead body. Sirius had an urge to rip the little twit’s throat out, yet Dumbledore was close and it would have been too obvious.

“The bloody bastard! I’ll kill him! Where’s Voldemort!?” Draco yelled, standing up.

“He’s dead, kid,” Sirius growled.

“Good - do you know what he did? He used my father as a human shield!” Draco Malfoy’s face was livid. Sirius knew the words he spoke were true.

“That’s it; every last Death Eater shall pay for this! I will avenge my father!”

“Your father was an evil bastard. He got what he deserved.” Sirius growled.

“No! He was killed by his own side, you stupid fool!” Draco spat back at him, turning to face Sirius.

“So that changes it, does it?” Sirius asked, now truly livid.

“YES! What are you, a dog!” Draco cried.

“I could be. . . . ” Sirius was about to change into his animagus form, when Dumbledore rushed over.

”Sirius, I think Minerva needs your assistance.” Sirius shot a furious look at Draco and whispered into Dumbledore’s ear.

“The boy can’t be trusted, Albus.” And with that he left.

“Come with me, Draco; we’ll get you fixed up.” Together they walked into the castle and headed for the Hospital Wing.

When Dumbledore returned, everyone was handed the various potions that Dumbledore had secured from the infirmary, and then they helped with the identification of the dead. When they came to the clearing by the lake, Ginny froze. Seeing her older brother Ronald lying face down in the snow, she ran over to him. Throwing herself on the body, she wept uncontrollably. Dumbledore knew that she had just lost her entire family to this war; he just stood there shaking his head, the sadness showing in his usually sparkling eyes.

The prophecy had come to pass; Harry Potter and Voldemort were both dead.

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A/N:- Oh NO!!! Not Harry and Ron!!! He he he!!!

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