Harry drew his wand and began casting silent diagnostic spells all over Hermione's slumbering body. His heart ached with each revealing spell. It was a foul history of broken bones, of dislocations, of muscle-deep bruises that were still sore and tender. She was in daily discomfort. There was a dark throb at her hips where an old wound was coming to the surface. Harry would have been amazed if Hermione could even walk in a straight line. He turned to casting healing runes, tracing them just above the covers before pushing them into her waist. It wouldn't be a long-term fix, but it would ease her suffering for now.