Who: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and George Weasley Where: St Mungo's When: Late Thursday afternoon What: More waiting Rating: Swearing
Harry thought he better check his job description when he got back to the office tomorrow. Lately he'd done more rescuing of animals than people. He was probably more successful doing that though, it had been a hard morning just trying to get everyone out of Flourish & Blotts and reach the survivors.
He didn't know whether to be relieved or worried about Hermione and Ginny. On one hand they were still alive, on the other they were in St Mungo's and no one knew if or when they were going to wake up. He'd heard that Penny wasn't doing so good either but his main focus was on his best friend and his ex-girlfriend at the moment. He didn't have enough energy to worry about everyone.
Catching sight of himself in a mirror when he was inside St Mungo's, Harry realised he probably should have gone home and showered first, he looked frightful. But who cared really? People could look at him however they liked. Getting directions to Hermione's room, he let himself in, spotting Ron beside the bed before he looked toward Hermione.
He hadn't seen her when they'd first pulled her from the wreckage of Flourish & Blotts and he thought he should probably glad he hadn't. She was pretty banged up now, and he assumed that was after they'd done what they could. Tapping Ron on the shoulder, he just nodded. There was nothing really to say. He looked like crap, but Harry knew he didn't look all that spectacular either.
Taking his chair as Ron headed off to check on Ginny, he sank down into it and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He'd never seen Hermione like this before. She'd been petrified, hit by Dolohov's curse and Crucio'ed by Bellatrix Lestrange but none of those times had she looked so broken.
Harry rubbed a hand over his face as tears sprang to his eyes. This was getting more fucked up than he could handle.