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Chapter 130 - Chapter 130: Transfiguration!

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I get going way too fast before I realize my mistake: I've never tried to go this fast, let alone stop afterward. I slowly begin tilting backwards, but I'm still coming up on them going far too fast.

Harry reaches her just when I see that it's Fleur. What the hell? She's not supposed to be hurt! I blow right past them before I...for lack of a better physical understanding of what I'm doing...skid to a stop and get myself turned around.

 Harry looks frantic.

I jab my finger downward. "Go get her sister, I'll take her!" A stream of magic causes my stomach to clench painfully, but I lift her gently out of the water.

She looks quite pale, and blood drips from bite and horn-made puncture wounds on her limbs and neck. Harry stares at me pleadingly, then nods gratefully and disappears.

I want to close her neck wounds immediately, but it would be very bad if I passed out now. The pain in my stomach tells me I need to be quick, but I'm not confident enough on the broom to aim for the dock while levitating her.

I aim slightly to the left of it – between the castle and the dock – and accelerate as fast as I dare. I move Fleur slightly to the side in front of me after drops of blood and lake water splash on my face.

I get to shore before the healers have made their way over, and I practically fall off Harry's broom and set her down as gently as possible.

My stomach is now twisted in knots and my head is pounding, but I force every bit of magic I can out through my hands with the intent of healing the wounds on her neck.

I can feel it start to work, but it's taking so long! I try to push through the pain in my head and my stomach, but her blood pulses out as weakly as I imagine her heart is beating, seemingly undoing any progress I make with each beat.

Gods damn it, I changed something, and I can't let her die from it! With a scream of frustration, I jam a mental fist into the source of my magic, fiercely willing more of it out.

Suddenly, a pulse of power sends a jolt of vicious pain and burning energy through my body. Instinctively I force some of it out through my hands, which start to glow white as I hold them over Fleur's body.

I catch some of the flesh on her neck quickly knit together just before my vision blurs and darkens.

I try unsuccessfully to shake it away, then quickly move to where I remember the next nastiest lacerations on her wrists and near where I think her femoral artery is.

I can't see what I'm doing at this point, but I keep pushing and pushing until the blackness takes me.

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The world swims slowly into focus, and a number of sensations gradually worm their way into my consciousness.

I realize first that I'm warm and somewhat comfortable, except for the groggy haze and dull aches all over.

I ponder that for an indeterminate amount of time before the smell hits me – a pleasant but rather sterile aroma – and it occurs to me that I must be in a hospital of some sort.

I try to open my eyes, and the harsh white light confirms it. I blink away tears and try them again to no avail.

Shortly after that, I realize that I'm groaning and somebody is speaking to me.

"William?" The voice is soft and familiar, but who is William?

"Who?" I ask. Or rather, I try to ask. It comes out as more of a hoarse, garbled whisper than an intelligible question. I try my eyes once more, and some blurry shapes coalesce through my pounding headache.

"William?" The woman tries again, this time standing up and leaning over me.

I can see a fair-skinned oval face with a mass of brown hair dangling close to my face.

I catch a whiff of it, and immediately the events of the past many months hit me, causing me to gasp with the weight of it.

My mind sifts through the memories in no time at all, finally reaching the events of the Second Task.

I wet my lips and swallow painfully to try to coat my dry throat with saliva. "Hermione," I manage to croak out, just before the bushy tangle of brown hair attacks my face and a pair of arms slide between me and the bed.

"Oh William, we were so worried..." She sits up for a moment, and the details of her face resolve into familiar features. A surge of relief floods through me as her shining chocolate eyes search mine. "Do you...do you remember everything?"

"F-Fleur?"

She sags in relief, resting her head on my chest and whispering in reply. "Grindylows – an entire den of them. But she made it, William, she's fine. You did it...whatever you did...you did it." Then it hits me: Harry was attacked by some of them in canon, so this time Fleur got the full complement of them.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, causing me to cough. "Harry?"

"I'm here, Will," Harry says from my other side. "I'm fine, not even a scratch. I must say this is a pleasant change, not being the one holed up in here for days."

I let out a raspy chuckle that turns into a cough while Hermione scolds him quietly. "What...happened...after..." The words slowly grind out of my throat.

"Shh, easy, William," Hermione says softly, holding a finger over my mouth. "The healers took you and Fleur away, and Harry came back up with her sister at about the same time Cedric rescued Cho. He just used the Bubblehead Charm."

"Viktor did a partial self-transfiguration, though he admitted to me he tried to do a full-body one. He came up with Daphne just after time ran out."

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