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The paramedics virtually ran back to the ambulance, carrying the man in a stretcher, knowing they had to hurry because the bullet had hit the subclavian artery and the man was losing blood fast; and yet, where everyone else would have died from blood loss in less than a minute this man was still holding his own.

Lady Silver jumped into the back of the ambulance before they shut the door and was gone at top speed; leaving Remus and Sirius to cope with consoling the children. From them perhaps Elizabeth was the one in worst state, closely followed by Robert and the rest.

Taking the command over the situation, the pilot approached the group "We'll need to catch a transport and meet with them at the hospital" just then they saw the two F/A-18 land one after the other on the next ramp before turning around and heading their way. Harry couldn't help the pang of raw emotion that had sprung upon seeing the war machines; they were the most impressive thing he had ever seen.

Both hornets stopped moving 100ft away from the plane and the pilots proceeded to get rid of the excessive equipment before jumping to the ground and running to them. With practiced expertise, Drake's pilot unsheathed a hidden 9mm gun and pointed it to the pilots. "Halt! Identify yourselves; in a mindless reaction the military brought their hands above their heads.

"Lts. Jacques and D'argentfrom France Air Force. We were sent to protect Monsieur Firefang." John lowered the gun but didn't let go of it.

"His highness was taken to Saint-Louis Hospital to be treated." Jacques and D'Argent paled.

"He was wounded?" John nodded

"A bullet penetrated a major artery and was bleeding freely" the man took a quick glance of his surroundings, feeling the unease of the children behind him when he assessed the injury critically "We need a transport to take the children to him" Lt. Jacques nodded and used the radio in his plane to call for transport.

"Reinforcements are on their way, they'll take us to the hospital to make sure his highness is in good care."

While harry and the others joined the convoy heading to Saint-Louis to catch up with Drake and Lady Silver; Back in England a little girl was having trouble sleeping...

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"Hermione, Darling, are you alright?" Emily Granger asked, walking to the bed of the hospital, not really wanting to disturb her daughter.

Just the day before, she and her husband - Daniel Granger - had been woken in the wee hours of the night by the moaning and crying of their one and only daughter, they both had crossed the corridor to the girl's room to check on her, but had found the door locked; they had then tried using the master key to no avail.

It was when their daughter had screaming "Mommy!"and "Help!" that Daniel had lost all pretenses of civility and kicked open the door.

As they entered the sight had left them shaken.

Hermione was trashing in her bed, blood staining her sheets as red tears emerged from her tightly closed eyes; growing nails had cut her palms, leaving crimson-stained, crescent-moon marks that screamed of unbearable pain.

Wasting no time, the scared parents called 999, all the while trying to calm their daughter who they couldn't wake-up.

It took all the male's courage and will power to securely hold his own spawn so she wouldn't harm herself any more, while the woman caressed, with trembling fingers, the sweat-quenched forehead of her daughter, her sweet words caressing the child's mind tenderly, wishing to calm her.

"NO! Stay away from me!" things about the room began to glow and shatter while the girl kept on struggling, trying in vain to vanquish imaginary foes.

The ambulance's siren left the neighbors deaf and wary, while the men, clad in deep blue uniforms ran into the Granger's sanctuary, meeting a weeping woman on the way. The rescuers gave the girl a bit of medicine to calm her, before putting her frail body in a stretcher and lead her to the back of the ambulance they rode for minutes that stretched into eternity, until the girl finally fell into a sleepless slumber.

They stayed overnight on the hospital, hoping the experts could shed some light into their predicaments, but the only thing that the doctors could gather was that 'the area of the brain connected to memory had become, somehow, excited.' Meaning that the girl was remembering something extremely painful, though what could it be, no-one knew... they would have to wait for the girl to wake up to ask her.

Thus, the next morning, Emily Granger entered room 206, where Hermione had been asleep; inside it she found her husband asleep on the couch, just where she had left him to get a cup of coffee... and her daughter, sitting on the bed and silently staring off into space.

"Hermione, Darling, are you alright?" Hermione looked up to her mother, to show that she had been crying.

"Mommy" the girl whispered with a tear-filled broken voice "I've had the strangest dream..."her mind drifted from her mother to her father, who was now becoming awake.

Emily closed the space between them and sat to one side of the hospital bed, hugging Hermione to her chest. "Do you want to talk about it?" the girl trembled and drew a shaky breath.

"Something tells me I should." She took another breath, now to steady her nerves for what was to come. "Before I start, there are some thing Ishould tell you about. In my dream I had two best friends, a tall, broad shouldered redhead, whose name I can't recall, and who I shall call Red; and another boy that was skinny, had jet-black hair that stood on all ends and apair of emerald-green eyes, whose name was Harry. I think he was famous or something, for everyone looked up to him in awe.

"Any, way, as I was saying, we were in an old castle that the three of us knew pretty well..."

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HERMIONE'S DREAM
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Dew rose from the ground as a new day was born; lazily the first sunrays hit the ground, lighting the once beautiful grounds of the place known as Hogwarts, School of witchcraft and wizardry.

Any other day it would be a sight that would lift the spirits of the thousand-and-so souls inhabiting the castle, but not that day; the new day had brought mourning and revered silence; amidst the grounds a white tomb had been erected for one of the greater wizards of the age, his name: Albus Dumbledore; the greatest guardian of the light for more than a century had found his end in a dark corner of his own fortress, by a man he had trusted... Professor Severus Snape.

The wizened wizard had been fighting evil in many forms during his career, of which Lord Voldemort - a.k.a. Tom Marvolo Riddle - was only a tiny piece. But Voldemort had been more cunning that the rest of Dumbledore's enemies... and much more vicious. The Dark Lord had used the old man's own students to betray and weaken him, while at the same time, allowing his evil minions into the magical fortress so that they could find 'the old fool' and do out with him.

In other circumstances, Dumbledore would have been able to fend for himself, and others as well, but after being sick, poisoned and tired, he wasn't fit for more than talking to his executors.

Now, not ten hours later, his broken body had found rest in the grounds he had so come to love.

Amongst the hundreds of visitors that came to pay their respect to the almost crazy wise man, stood four students, sitting in pairs, watching the almost endless procession of flowers and mourns.

"...We've got to stop seeing each other. We can't be together"

"It's for some stupid, noble reason, isn't it?" the redhead girl claimed, her eyes tearing. The raven haired boy straightened his back and peered off into the distance

"I've got things to do alone now. Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. Think of how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up. He