"Actually, I had something else in mind," said Hermione. She hadn't felt this good in weeks, this much like herself. How had she lived with her magic so drained? "Here, hang on - I'll take all three of us."
She concentrated on the Ministry-specific version of Side-Along and started to laugh from the sheer joy of it as they disappeared with a faint poof of displaced air, only to reappear in St. Mungo's Urgent Care department.
Harry was hardly the only casualty, she realized. An odd little man (a Death Eater? But who?) was handcuffed to a gurney, and she could just glimpse a dark-haired woman who might have been Padma in one of the cubicles. How many others would be brought in?
She gave Ron's hand a squeeze and flagged the nearest Healer. "We've just come from the Ministry and - "