Hermione nodded again as Harry sat down in disbelief.

His mouth was agape looking as he had lost control of his jaw. His eyes were slightly clouded as he tried to process what Hermione had just said.

"Close your mouth, you look like a trout," Hermione whispered. Harry's teeth hit each other with a small chink.

"Does Ron know?" He asked in a hushed whisper.

Sounding as if he was a school girl with a large secret. Which he was. Apart from the school, and girl part.

"No, and he's not going to know. At least not until I tell him."

"Okay," Said Harry slowly, "Explain what happened again."

"A while ago I found my parents. When I went to knock on the door no one was home.  So I knocked again and tried to peer into the glass. I guess people thought I had the wrong look about me. I am pretty sure they thought I was trying to rob or murder my parents. Without trying to rationalize with me they took the last resort. Skipping all others. He was a gangly old man who probably had some sort of mental disorder from who knows what. As I said I must have looked suspicious to him, so," Hermione sighed, "he shot me."

"In the shoulder?"

"In the shoulder. I didn't have enough time to go all the way to Saint Mungo's, so I apparated out of there. Not my smartest idea but I think felt like my shoulder was on fire. I used a summoning charm to rip the bullet out and then I poured some water on it. I promised that once I got back I would go to the hospital. But when I arrived at the Burrow everyone was in a panic. The letter you sent," Harry hung his head at the mention of this. "I got distracted. I used some of Mrs. Weasley's first aid stuff and cleaned it the best I could. I should have gone to St. Mungos then and there, but I was too worried at the time to leave Ginny. I gave random reasons for not using my arms and eventually, it went away. But today, I don't know what happened I just starting throwing up and my shoulder was throbbing. I think it's infected. I knew I couldn't sneak away with you gone a Ginny too. Ron wouldn't let me out of his sight."

Harry stood up and placed his glass in the sink.

"Put on some day clothes. I'm taking you to the hospital." With that, he marched upstairs.

"We could wait till morning, it's not a huge deal." She whispered after him.

He did not turn around he just kept on moving. Sighing in defeat Hermione lays her palms against the table letting the cool wood calm her for a brief second, she stands up.

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" Honey, you should have come straight here. This is going to be a lot worse than it would have been." The Healer nurse said.

She had jet black hair with dark purple streaks around it. It was thrown up into a large messy bun with multiple strands falling out. Her large glasses had fake gems in the corners that matched her three lip rings. Night shifts do not treat some well.

As the nurse walked out Hermione bit her lip.

"Oh, Harry why was I so stupid?"

"Hey, " Harry said gently, "You are not stupid, just too caring. Now, they're going to get you fixed up no problem, I don't know about you but I think Hermione Jean Granger has faced worse."

Hermione smiled sheepishly.

"Thanks, Harry, "

"No problem. Would you feel better if I went and got Ron?"

"Actually that would be amazing."

"I'm on it," Harry said. He gave her a quick hug and then walked out.

"Ms. Granger?" A small voice questioned from the door.

"Yes, come in," Hermione answered.

"Ah, Ms. Granger. The infected bullet wound to the shoulder. Yes?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'm here to explain the surgery. So it looks as when you used the summoning charm to remove the bullet in the process of being removed it tore and ripped muscles and veins along with other internal bodily functions. Not to worry, we'll have you patched up in no time. The main surgery should take about an hour after the prep work. Then we are going to want to keep you and do some final checkups before we release you."

"Ok, how long should the prep work and the final check-ups take?"

"They usually take an hour for the preps and the final check-ups shouldn't take any more than two hours. Nothing to worry about, Love. We will have you fixed up and out of here in no time. You should not use your right arm for a week after as a precaution."

"Thank you, just one question. Worst case scenario?"

"Worst case we have to extend the surgery and keep you overnight. No worries dearest."

"Thank you, doctor."

"No problem dear if you need anything just call for Docter Stafford."

"I will, thank you."