((A/N/: Hello everyone. It has been many moons since I last posted a story on here. And that story wasn't very good. I don't even want to say the name, in fear that it might jinx this one. If anyone wonders, I use to go by TheForgottenRavenclaw1985, but before that it was FredWeasleysgurl4Ever. I hope everyone who reads this story like it. It isn't much right now, but it's a W.I.P. And as always, R&R PLEASE?))
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but for one person in this story, and maybe more. I don't know yet. Lets put it this way, if it was in the books, or a person in the books I no own. Get it? Got it? Good!
It was after one of the bigger battles during the second war. Tonks, Remus, Bill and Kingsley were on clean up. Which meant that they had to go over the battle ground(s), and see if there was anyone still alive. Sometimes there was, and other times, they weren't so lucky. But no matter how many dead the four of them saw, they never gave up hope, most of Tonks. She was almost always the first one out there, checking every body she came across.
It was one of those times, that didn't seem like anyone made it out alive, and the small group was about to give up. Tonks went and checked one more body, not having seen it before.
"Remus! Bill! Kingsley!" She cried out, feeling a pulse for once, "Someone get over her quickly. I found a live one!"
Bill, who was the closet one to Tonks, came running.
"How bad?" He asked.
"Bleeding, looks like a broken arm." Kingsley replied, in his normal deep voice, just to the left of Bill, "I'll take this one. You guys go back. I'll be there as soon as I can."
The victim was a young female, who didn't look any older than Harry or the others. And for some reason that caught Tonks and Bill off guard.
They nodded their heads, and went off to find Remus, to tell him it was time to go back.
Kingsley gently picked up the girl and left with a single 'pop' behind him.
He was heading to Saint Mungo's (Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries).
Once there, he found the first healer he could.
"Sir." Kingsley said, still holding the young female.
The healer turned around, with a questioning look on his face, until his eyes landed on the female in Kingsley's arms.
"Dear Merlin! What happened to her? Don't answer that right now. Just follow me. We'll get her into a room right away. Do you know her name at least?" The healer spoke about 100 words a minute.
Kingsley only shook his head. The female didn't have an ID on her, but at least they knew she was a witch since she had her wand with her, still clutched in her left hand.
"We'll find out once she wakes up. Right now, the important thing is that we make sure she wakes up." The healer said, as he walked down a hallway with Kingsley following close behind him.
The three entered an empty room, and the healer motioned towards an empty bed. Kingsley laid the young witch down, as gently as he could and stepped back. The healer went right to work, trying to figure out what had happened, and what needed to be done to fix the poor young witch.
"Send word if anything happens." He said.
The only response he got from the healer was a slight nod. But Kingsley knew he had heard him.
He walked out of the room, and was at the doors before he knew it. With a pop he was gone. He still had paper work to fill out, even more now since they had found a live again, something that hadn't happened for quite a few months now.
((A/N/: So . . . what did you guys think of it? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Do you want more? Do you want me to burn what I have left and start a new? Please tell me so I know what to do next. Thanks again for reading.))