In the time it had taken Hermione to sprint off to find Draco, someone had sent off patronuses to St Mungo's. On the edge of the strange campsite stood the largest of all tents, a sickly green thing where she spotted Healers emerging and entering constantly. Other tents varied in size and purpose. From small tents that served as resting places for the injured that had already been treated in the larger tent or who had such small injuries, they could be tended to on a smaller scale. To the large purple tent somewhat in the centre of the space where she knew most of the important Order members were conducting meetings on how things should proceed onwards. She knew Harry had joined that particular tent and would not seek out healers before things had settled. Another part of her knew that Harry would speak very little in that tent and only voice his opinion if spoken to. Leadership had never been something he desired no matter how much it had been thrown at him his entire life.