Harry heard a blood-curling scream that instantly woke him from his sleep.  Before he knew it, him and Neville and Ron were running to the source of the scream, which was the girls dorm.  

"Hermione-" the boys both said before rushing into the room and then to the bathroom.  They were hit with the overwhelming smell of vomit and looked around sleepily to see Hermione, bleeding everywhere.  Evidently, the smell of vomit was coming from all the vomit that was coming from Hermione.  Harry gasped and saw Ron look to Hermione, jaw dropping and eyes widening.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron exclaimed.

Izzy instantly took control.  And Harry hated to think it, but she looked hot in control.

"We have to get her out of here," Izzy began hastily. "Harry, you carry her to the Hospital Wing. I'll be right behind you, I just want to clean up and clear the crowd." I nodded.  "Ron, go get Draco because you know if someone doesn't tell him that Hermione's in this condition as soon as possible we're going to have a very angry, distraught Slytherin on our hands. Parvarti and Fay, you two get everyone out of here and clean up a bit." She paused.  All of this happened in the span of maybe two minutes.

We were all frozen at the sight of Hermione in such a hurt, vulnerable situation.  She was so strong.  No one wanted to see her like this.  Then Izzy brought me back to reality.

"Well? Go go go! Hermione's in danger! Haul some ass!"

Ron turned around and bolted out the door to get Draco, while I carefully walked over to Izzy.  She looked so horrified and confused, like something didn't make sense. 

As Izzy hoisted Hermione into my arms I said, "Thank you, Izzy," and quickly walked away, feeling like an older brother and finally knowing why.  He was so infinitely glad that Hermione was in his life and he didn't wanna lose her now that he knew they were siblings.  He couldn't lose her.

This thought made him move quicker, and a broke into a full sprint down the corridor to the Hospital Wing, air rushing around him.  Hermione groaned, sounding like she was dead, which pushed him to go faster.  He wasn't going to lose Hermione.  Not now or ever.

Rounding a corner and climbing the stairs, he finally arrived at the Wing, bursting in without knocking.

"Mr. Potter, do you have an appointm-" Madam Pomfrey stopped herself upon seeing Hermione.

"Madam Pomfrey, I don't know what happened, we found her like this, you've got to help her!  Do something, please, please..." Harry was so sad and loved Hermione so much.  Tears were flowing down his cheeks, and Madam Pomfrey got everything under control. 

"Put her down over there and get me a bucket of warm water and some rags," Madam Pomfrey commanded.  

Harry ran over and got her a bucket which he filled with water.  "Augamenti" he said, and then he summoned the rags and ran over, levitating the bucket behind him.

"Alright, wipe her down. I'll need her clean once I determine the problem."  She spoke calmly and quickly.  Harry immediately started wiping her arms and face but discovered it had soaked through her clothes and that to get her fully clean he'd have to remove her clothes.

"Uhhhh... maybe you should do this, I think I'll have to take off her clothes-" Harry began but was  interrrupted.

"Your best friend is dying.  I think you can stand to see her naked.  Plus, I'm testing her right now.  Get to it!" Madam Pomfrey commanded.

Harry took a deep breath and told himself that it was alright, it didn't matter.  They were siblings and they'd known each other forever, he could stand to see her naked. 

He began peeling off her night shirt (which thankfully buttoned up) and his mind wandered to Ron and Draco and how they were doing...

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Ron stood, panting in front of what appeared to be a plain brick wall, except now he knew that it was the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room.  The only problem was getting inside.  He couldn't quite remember the password, and as it was four in the morning, not a lot of Slytherins were wandering the halls.

"Uhhhh... Slytherin?" He spoke.  Nothing happened.  "Mudblood?"  He hated to say the word, but he remembered that the password was something like that.  "Damn, what is it?  Curse you, you bloody pureblood fools!"

Slowly, the bricks parted and it opened.  "What was- oh, pureblood, that's right," Ron mumbled and he dashed into the dormitory.  Luckily, he was a pureblood, so nothing bad happened to him when he entered.  He didn't want to know what would've happened if he hadn't have been a pureblood.

Ron ran past the couches and the dying fireplace, up the stairs to what he assumed was the Boy's Dormitory and started shouting, "Draco Malfoy, you bloody ferret, get out here this instant!  It's an emergency!  Malfoy, wake up! Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy, Malf-"

"God dammit, Weasley, what in God's name are you doing in here?   And how-" Malfoy began, getting interrupted by Ron who had a wild look in his eyes.

"It's Hermione," he panted.  "She's in the Hospital Wing."

A/N 12/31/19:  Hello lovlies!  Here's your New Year's Eve update.  Enjoy the last update of the decade!!!