First, she gave him a blood replenishment potion before she tore his jacket and shirt open so she could take a better look at his torso and arm injuries. In shredded pieces, the fabric of his jacket and shirt fell to the tent’s floor. His chest heaved from the trauma. Thick slices held to his upper arm and abdomen. Hermione took her Star Grass Salve and spread it across his wounds, hoping it would help. When she had emptied the contents of the tin she had the salve in, she wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand as she sat back, resting on her knees before him. With the miracle she was hoping for, she watched the salve heal his wounds and relieve them. She let out a heavy breath and closed the tin, tossing it back into her bag.