Go. Run.

RUN!

Hermione willed her legs to move, but she was unsuccessful.

Get out of here! Now!

Still nothing.

She turned back, to the hideous wolf-man frozen in time, his eyes glowing red, and to the injured snatcher laying next to him, blood oozing from his wounds, slowly losing consciousness.

RUN!

No. She couldn't. She wouldn't leave him. Not that she felt any allegiance to this man with the strange red streak in his hair…no. It was simply because…she was not like him. And didn't wish to be. And wasn't going to let someone bleed out on the floor.

She walked to his side and knelt next to him, quickly confiscating his wand. He didn't fight her. He was barely holding on, and as she looked closer she noticed his injury was much deeper than only the shoulder. It ran down into his chest and he was having difficulty breathing.

She stayed kneeling beside him, wondering what charm or spell she could possibly use to help him when he reached up and wrapped his hand around hers holding the wand. A horrible gurgling sound emitted from his throat and tilted her wrist so his wand was pointed right at his chest.

He struggled to get out the words but he said, "Do it."

Hermione's hand froze. Had he seriously asked her to, to-

He struggled a nod and said it again, his voice tripping over the words. "Do it, please. The pain-,"

Then she heard something that sounded like, "No other way…" as he head lolled to the side and his hand fell away from hers.

She grabbed him by his good shoulder and the front of his jacket and shook him.

"Hey!"

No response. More shaking; she started slapping his face.

"HEY!"

Nothing.

Oh Godric, she thought, please don't be dead. I don't want to be the reason you're dead even if you are a vile man.

Hermione looked all around her, debated yelling for help, realized it would take too long, grabbed the wand, pointed it at him and calmly said, "Vulnera Sanentur!"

Wasn't that it? Wasn't that how it went?

The snatcher didn't move, the blood flowing freely in the tent.

No! Three times! It's three times! Snape did it! I remember now!

Hermione suddenly remembered and shouted, "Vulnera Sanentur! Vulnera Sanentur! Vulnera Sanentur!"

Almost immediately the blood flowing from the fallen man narrowed to a trickle.

"Ferula!," she cried, and bandages appeared, wrapping them around his injured shoulder, chest and arm.

Hermione watched in amazement as she saw the slow rise and fall of his chest indicate he was alive.

'You did it! You saved someone!'

'You did it! Brightest witch of your age!'

Hermione looked down at her hands, overjoyed with herself. She quickly realized she still held his wand.

With one last glance at the snatcher, determining he would be fine, she muttered "Alohamora," and headed out of the tent.