the_debt_of_time

Just as Remus opened one door, he heard Dora shout "Hermione!" from another
room and went running toward the sound as though his very life depended on it.
Once inside a large room surrounded by strange water tanks, Remus dropped down
beside his girlfriend, who was waving her wand over Hermione's motionless body. To the
side, he could see Ginny and Luna unconscious; Ron was giggling maniacally in the
background.
"Hermione?" Remus called to her, cupping her chin in his palm. "No, no, no."
"She has a pulse," Dora assured him.
"What happened to her?" Sirius demanded as his knees hit the floor beside
Hermione. Remus wondered if they had just given out on him. Sirius's fingers were shaking
as they gently brushed the hair from her face. "Where's Harry?"
"Dora, take care of Ron," Remus insisted, gesturing to the boy who was struggling
against brain-like creatures attached to his arms. "And then check on Ginny and Luna."
He watched as she turned without a word and pointed her wand at Ron, throwing
a Full Body-Bind Curse at the boy in order to get him to hold still.
When he turned back to Hermione, Remus frowned to see that Sirius had her pulled
into his arms, whispering softly to her. "Hermione? Kitten, love, please wake up, please
wake up. What was she hit with?"
Remus tried to console his friend. "I think she'll be all right."
"You think?!"
Remus continued, ignoring the outburst. Now was not the time to lose control.
"I've seen this. In the Pensieve."
"This is how I got my scars; all of them," Mia had told him inside the Pensieve before
they entered the memory of the hospital wing at Hogwarts.
Remus scooted closer to Hermione's body and reached for the bottom hem of her
shirt, lifting it slightly.
"What're you doing?" Sirius demanded.
"The scar." Remus showed him the bottom inch of a very recent, long, purple
wound that would be all too familiar to them both.
Sirius gasped at the sight. "That's from.. ."
Remus dipped his head.