Please review/critique. My first HP story. More coming soon.

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The wind whipped her face, tangling her long brown hair, and turning her cheeks pink. She really didn't like this, not one bit. The leader of The American Order, Adam, had assigned her and twelve other witches and wizards to this mission, and had decided to test out some new technology.

Said new technology was, in all reality, simply a large basket, attached to a broomstick. Six of the assigned witches and wizards, the best flyers, would be on the broomsticks, while the other six would sit in the basket, keeping their 'pilot' and their cargo safe.

Right about now, she was fighting to keep her stomach from flying out of her mouth. The basket swung back and forth rapidly, rattling her and the bottles of potion that she was carrying. The potion was a newly developed one, made by the very brilliant, but not well known Charles Renalda. It had not been tested on humans, but it was designed to bring the recently dead back to life. It was really a modified version of a healing potion, it just healed more, and brought back the recently dead, even those killed by the killing curse.

The group was currently flying to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft, where they were going to attempt to save some of the witches and wizards killed during the battle with Voldemort. They had received word from Minerva McGonagall of the many who were killed defending Hogwarts, and were immediately dispatched to the school. They would have apparated, but the safety of the potions was their number one priority.

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They landed safely, a bit bloody and bruised, but overall, well. They had been attacked a few times, but had survived. She was really, really glad to be on solid ground again, but she knew she had to act as quickly as possible. She handed the blond haired young man that had been riding the broomstick to which she had been attached half of the potions that she carried, and was ushered into the castle by a few students.

Inside, havoc reigned. People were crying out in agony, from injuries, or the loss of a loved one. At the front of the Great Hall, Minerva spoke to everyone.

"We are now passing around a potion. It is believed to bring back the dead. Please, if you would like it to be used on your loved one, let the Wizards or Witches with the potion know when they pass you." The group separated, and began distributing potions. The girl kneeled down by a large group of red heads who had asked for the potion. On the ground, another redhead lay.

"Okay, I need someone to lift his head a bit for me." Immediately, a boy, who she realized was the dead boys twin lifted the boys head. "Thank you." She poured the potion down his throat, and they all watched. Slowly, his skin started to loose the grey tint, and his eyes began to flutter. All his wounds healed themselves, even some previous wounds.

"Fred! Can you hear me?" The oldest woman asked, whom the girl assumed was his mother.

"Ello mum." He slowly opened his eyes, a smirk forming on his face. The girl got up silently, and went to the next dead body, unnoticed by the overjoyed family.

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She felt like the walking dead. She had started administering potions twelve hours ago, and hadn't slept since twelve hours before that. Sagging against a stone wall, she closed her eyes. Her head started to droop, and she felt arms wrap themselves around her. "Hey doll." She opened her eyes, looking up to see her brother James.

"Hi." She plopped her head back on his chest.

"They set up some cots in the main hall." He said, resting his chin on her head.

"Mm…..erm…..lead the way." She leaned on his shoulder , and stumbled after him to the hall.