This is the result of insomnia. It's currently just after 5am when I started this. I hope you enjoy it (:

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Two days had passed since they traveled to Hogwarts and Harry had barely left Hermione's side since. No one really argued, knowing how scared she would get without his presence, even in the familiarity of the castle. Though Ron had taken to spending his nights in the Gryffindor Tower, he was also around enough to help keep the girl calm.

However, it was still rather early in the morning when Hermione woke, curled up next to Harry as usual to help chase away the nightmares. Shifting slightly as her brain rose back into consciousness, she opened her eyes and was immediately fully awake. Sitting up, slowly, unintentionally rousing Harry in the process, she blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't actually dreaming and she really was able to see where she was. It wasn't much, given the bed they were in had a curtain drawn around it, but, after a week of being blind, it was amazing to her.

Harry, who had to reach for his glasses before he could fully realize what was going on, groaned quietly as he sat up. It was still a bit early for him, but, once he saw Hermione gazing around, he was awake and grinning.

"You can see, can't you?" he asked tentatively, wondering if her hearing had come back as well. However, when she gave no response to him, he knew that only her sight had been restored for now. Still, at least it was a bit of improvement.

Gently, he placed his hand on her shoulder to get her attention. She turned to him and smiled the first genuine smile he had seen on her face in what felt like forever. Though there was still a lot of pain in her eyes, he knew she was happy about this just as much as, if not more than, he was.

After a minute, the rustling of the curtain got their attention as Madame Pomfrey pulled it back to reveal herself, smiling widely when she noticed both sets of eyes were able to look over at her.

"I see your sight has returned, Miss Granger! That's excellent news!" she said, pausing for a moment to see if she would get any sort of response. When all she got was a weak, slightly confused smile, she continued, "Still no hearing?"

"No," Harry answered, since Hermione obviously couldn't, "but we're at least getting some improvement, right?"

"Yes, we are," Pomfrey said, lighting her wand and going to look at Hermione's eyes. Unfortunately, since there was no communication to Hermione as to what the matron was doing, as soon as the bright light appeared in her eyes, she flinched away from it and shut her eyes tight, wanting it to go away. She wasn't able to tell anyone, but it made her mind immediately have a flashback to the night this all started, with the bright, white light of the Sensory Charm she was hit with. It wasn't until that moment she realized it was the last thing she saw before this morning.

It took her a few seconds to realize Harry's hand was on her back, rubbing it consolingly and a few more to finally open her eyes again. At first, she thought she was getting shined in the eyes again when she was met with brightness, but she soon realized that Madame Pomfrey had only opened the curtains around the bed, so the sunlight was shining in the big windows on the other side of the room.

The incident had gone unspoken between Harry and Madame Pomfrey as they were both very much reminded of the deeper scars Hermione sustained in that attack, and how one could not simply make them vanish with the wave of a wand. Still, to try and cheer the girl up, the matron left for a moment, coming back to present her with something she hasn't had in a while; a means to communicate. Even through the lingering fear, Hermione couldn't help but smile a bit when she was presented with a quill and parchment.

She picked up the quill and dipped it into the ink with gusto, but, when it came to actually writing something down, she stopped. She had no idea what to write. After a moment of her just staring at the blank sheet before her, she felt Harry gently pry the quill from his hand to write his own simple sentence:

How are you feeling?

She glanced up at him while he handed her the quill back, but hesitated when it came to actually writing an answer. However, because it was Harry, she actually went with the truth.

I… don't know

She was conflicted for sure, with everything that had gone on and Harry didn't blame her. She had suffered many major blows, and hadn't had any way of dealing with any of it in the last week. Again, he gently pried the feather from her hand, only to lay it down on the parchment and wrap her in his arms. Because she couldn't hear his voice, he didn't bother speaking. He used his body and his presence to tell her that, no matter how hard things get, he'll be there for her, and that's one thing she can always count on.

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8:30pm when I finished it. Yes, it took me all day to write a page and a half. I apologize for it being so short, but, hopefully, this will have broken my writer's block a bit and I'll get more chapters up soon. For now, just be grateful there was an update at all.