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“How’s the patient?” Madame Pomfrey asked, moving aside the curtain.
Hermione woke sharply in the uncomfortable barrel chair.
The Matron looked kindly down at her. “Not awake, then.”
Hermione shook her head. “No, nothing.” She looked up at Pomfrey’s gentle, calm face and suddenly felt her throat grow thick. The crushing weight of the last several days had caused her resolve to slip. If he dies, my best wasn’t good enough… “What if-- what if--” she stuttered through tears.
“None of that now,” Pomfrey tutted, retucking the bedsheet around Snape’s prone body. “There’s still time. Severus is nothing but stubborn.”
