She opened her eyes to find them standing in the middle of a crowded square in London. Hermione struggled to stay on her feet as the entire weight of Harry’s body pulled her down. She panicked, pressing her fingers into his neck. There was a steady pulse under her hand. He just fainted from the apparition. Not the ideal situation considering his wound and the fact that the passing-by people were beginning to stare, but at least it wasn’t the killing curse.