The first thing Hermione was aware of was what seemed to be thick white cotton all around her, almost suffocating. Her ears were ringing, but slowly that began to clear, and she became aware of someone speaking, saying something about waking up, punctuated by soft sobs. Fred...that sounded like Fred. Upon hearing her, it felt like she was beginning to claw her through the cotton, which soon turned to fog. A moment later, the fog began to clear from her vision.
She was lying on a bed - one of the ones in Fred's room at the Hyperion. And Fred was sitting next to her, crying. It took her a moment to remember what happened, but then it all came back in a rush. Casting the spell to open the portal to Quortoth. Feeling all her energy being sapped. Having Fred grab onto her. Getting her strength back to allow her to continue holding the spell. Seeing the hell creature almost attack them before Wesley shot it. Shutting the portal down when Angel and Groo returned. Then nothing.
"Fred," she croaked out, trying to sit up. When she did, though, her head began spinning, and she had to drop back against the pillow. "Is everything all right? They got Connor back, didn't they?"
She was lying on a bed - one of the ones in Fred's room at the Hyperion. And Fred was sitting next to her, crying. It took her a moment to remember what happened, but then it all came back in a rush. Casting the spell to open the portal to Quortoth. Feeling all her energy being sapped. Having Fred grab onto her. Getting her strength back to allow her to continue holding the spell. Seeing the hell creature almost attack them before Wesley shot it. Shutting the portal down when Angel and Groo returned. Then nothing.
"Fred," she croaked out, trying to sit up. When she did, though, her head began spinning, and she had to drop back against the pillow. "Is everything all right? They got Connor back, didn't they?"
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