This is my first fanfic, please be nice.

Disclaimer.: I will only be doing this once. I don't own Harry potter unfortunately it all belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just taking them out to play.

Chapter 1

"Hey Haz, we're over here!" Niya called out spotting the black haired green eyed youth as he walked into the park, waving a little to catch his attention. "I see you managed to sneak out after all." She smiled welcomingly as he took a seat on the picnic blanket and accepted the small plate of food as she passed it to him. "We were beginning to think that you weren't going to make it, today."

"Yeah well it took me awhile to finish up my chores, but thankfully they all decided that a shopping trip in London was a good idea and took off and won't be back until tomorrow." He shrugged as he adjusted his black glasses on his face picking at the chicken and salad in front of him. "So how has you're week been Niya, Dray?" He asked looking over the two. Dray's white blonde hair was a little mused as he looked up at Haz from Niya's lap, his silver eyes narrowed in thought.

"Slow really." Niya shrugged, "Well except for work that is, the boss keeps throwing hours at me so I won't get bored, now that I've finished my summer homework, though I did get a letter from my Uncle." She pulled a small face.

"Oh? Is he coming home early?" Dray asked in a slight drawl.

"No, he is transferring me to another school." She shook her head with a small sigh.

"He's pulling you out of Beauxbaton?" Dray blinked in surprise. "That's one of the best schools there is, other then Durmstrang and Hogwarts."

"He seems to think that I would be better off at Hogwarts." She shrugged. "He wants me to be some where I will be protected, never mind that he is placing me right on the firing line moving me there…that's one of the reasons he sent me to Beauxbaton in the first place."

"So you will going to school with us in September? Well as great as that will be, it could be bad too." Haz frowned. "For starters no one knows that we are friends, most would go mad if they knew that Dray and I had ended our rivalry and want to know why and wondering if I have gone bad…let alone knowing you as you went to school in France."

"Haz, you are thinking too muggle." Dray drawled rolling his eyes. "Though you do have a point in them wondering how you know her, after all you are rarely let out during the summer." He frowned.

"That's easily fixed." Niya pointed out with a small chuckle. "We did go to the same primary school…I may be a pure blood Dray but remember that I was raised by my muggle Uncle."

"Ah…if your uncle is muggle then how can you be pure blood?" Haz asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well okay so he is a squib, but he's been living the muggle life since he was eighteen." She shrugged tucking her strawberry blonde hair behind her eyes and her sea blue green eyes twinkled. "His family supported him until he made a decision on what he wanted to do with his life, he hasn't spoken to them in years but he sends and receives letters a few times a year from one of his brothers….well he did until he was killed in the war years ago." She sighed. "I know you don't know much about you're family history Haz, but I am related to you, I found that out last week."

"Really? How?" Haz asked his eyes brightening with the revelation.

"Your father had an Uncle, and I am his granddaughter, so I am your cousin." She explained with a small smile. "I am also a cousin to the Weasely's."

"But your surname…" Haz frowned.

"Father changed his name for the muggle world." She shrugged. "I think that is the only reason that Father is still alive, most people think that you are the last Potter but you aren't. Father's real last name is Potter, not Jackson."

"That is quite a revelation Niya, just make sure that no one knows about it." Dray warned quietly as he popped some grapes into his mouth. "The question is does Dumbledore know?"

"I doubt it, father told me that after his family was killed that the wizarding ministry tried to find him but turned up nothing, he is assumed dead, that's why when he enrolled me in Hogwarts it was under the name Jackson." Niya shook her head.

"What about the Weasely's?" Haz asked finishing up his meal.

"Well they do know about me, I mean it's pretty obvious that I am related to them." She tugged at her hair. "They are my Wizarding Guardians so if anything ever happens to father I get sent to them." She frowned. "Hey what is the date?" She asked looking at her friends.

"2nd of July why?" Dray asked sitting up and pouring himself and Haz a drink.

"Father should have sent another letter a few days ago…" She shook her head looking worried. "He never misses a date, even when he is travelling."

"Maybe it's still coming Niya, you know that sometimes mail takes a while to get through from over seas." Haz commented, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

"Haz when was the last time you slept a full night?" Dray asked finally noticing the shadows under his eyes.

"Awhile." Haz sighed. "If the nightmares aren't keeping me awake then my scar is." He shook his head as if to clear it. "I tell you I can't wait for my seventeenth birthday, I can finally use my magic with out getting into trouble for it and I'll finally be able to leave the Dursley's."

"Now that is something to look forward too." Niya grinned at him. "Hey Dray don't you have that appointment with your mother at two?" She asked as a clock tolled near by.

"Bollocks." Dray swore as he set his cup down with a sigh. "There goes my good day. Shall we meet here again next week?" He asked as he stood up and looked around making sure that he wasn't going to be seen.

"Sure thing, Dray." Haz nodded with a smile.

"That would be good for me." Niya nodded.

"See you then, send an owl if you can't make it." He grinned at them both before apparating away.

"Come here Haz." She gestured for him to sit a little closer and held her hand to his normal looking cheek and a small white glow with a faint hint of green covered her hand and his cheek. "There now you can drop the glamour." She gave him a faint smile.

"How did you know?" He asked softly looking down at his hands as they twirled the cup in his hands.

"I am an empath remember?" She reminded him as she gave his shoulders a quick squeeze. "And you know that I won't say anything unless you tell me too or I think you are in danger…was he very bad today Haz?" She asked softly.

"No, Niya. He was just trying to make sure his orders were followed while they were gone." He shook his head.

"Does anyone know? Besides me and Dray that is?" She asked, tipping his chin up so he was looking her in the eye.

"The twins know, so does Ron, I know that they won't tell anyone as I swore then to secrecy like I did with you. The adults have too many other things to worry about then me." He said quietly.

"You know that isn't true Haz." She told him sternly. "I don't care what that Uncle of yours told you, you are worth the attention if you are being injured…" She broke off and shook her head. "It doesn't matter how many times I tell you, you aren't going to believe me just yet are you?"

"Not yet." He gave her a small timid smile. "But I am getting there slowly, thanks to you and Dray."

"Well that's something we are good for, making you smile and enjoying yourself every week." She gave him a peck on the cheek and began packing up the picnic with Haz's help.

"What house do you think you will be placed in?" He asked as she finished packing up the basket and he picked up the blanket and began to fold it.

"Well Potter's and Weasely's have always been in Gryffindor, and I've been told often enough that I am brave, reckless and arrogant enough so I guess that's where I'll end up. I know for a fact that I am not a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw and I doubt that I am good material for Slytherin." She placed the basket on her arm and together they headed for the street. "At least being in the same house I can help you when you need it…just remember all you need to do is ask, verbally or written you know I don't mind." She smiled at him as he wrapped his arm around her waist for a one arm hug as his other arm was busy with the blanket. "You want me to walk you home?" She added with a glance down at his left ankle.

"No, I'll be alright." He shook his head. "If I need you I have your numbers." He added with a small grin.

"Alright you little scamp, I'll see you next week." She gave him a quick squeeze and took the blanket from him. "Take care of your self, Dearheart." She added as he hurried off once they reached the street, he turned and waved before disappearing around the corner.

She chuckled to her self as she crossed the street humming under her breath as she walked passed a block of units and reached a small coffee strip, with two bars and walked into a unit that was right next to it, smiling to the elderly lady next door.

"Afternoon Mrs Nettle." She greeted her as she slid her key into the lock.

"Afternoon Niya." She waved back.

Niya picked up the mail that had been delivered while she was gone and set the basket on the ground and flipped through it and closed and locked the door behind her. "Merc, Bassie I'm back." She called out and chuckled as a blue grey sleek cat trotted down the stairs with a 'Meh' of greeting and she heard a 'Hoot' from the lounge room. "Bills, Bills and more Bills." She sighed as she tossed them to the side table. "Any mail for me Merc?" She asked as she approached a silver grey owl on his perch. Merc tilted his head and shook his whole body, his way of telling her no. "Nothing from Father yet then." She sighed and gave Merc a scratch before crouching down and letting Bassie jump up on to her shoulder and laid around her neck and gave her cheek a quick lick of welcome and comfort. "You know what guys it's times like this that I wish I was working this afternoon." She told them both with a sad smile. "Too bad I already did the house work and my homework." She turned at the sound of some one knocking on her door. "Now who would that be?" She frowned and turned back to the hallway, unlocked the door and opened it and saw a red headed man in his late thirties, probably closer to his forties with a black skinned bold man with a gold earring. "Can I help you?" she asked, frowning a little at their clothing, that looked severely mismatched.

"Niya Jackson?" The red headed man asked looking a little uncertain.

"That's me." She nodded.

"This is Kingsley Shaklebolt and I am Arthur Weasley." He introduced them.

Niya's hand tightened on the door. "Weasley?" She asked faintly. Bassie nudged her face and began purring in her ear. "Please come in." She opened her door wider and stepped out of the way so they could enter and closed the door behind them, leading them to the kitchen and automatically put the kettle on and pulled out mugs. "So what brings Ministry workers to my door?" She asked as she set the mugs on the table as they sat down and added the sugar jar and milk jug.

They both blinked at her. "You know about Wizards?" Shaklebolt asked a little surprised.

"Well yes, I am a witch after all." She nodded with a slight chuckle. "My father is a squib." She poured the water into the pot and set it down on the table and grabbed a plate of biscuits as well. "I take it that you didn't know that small piece of information?"

"No, we didn't." Mr Weasley shook his head. "We're here to ask about your father though."

"What about him?" She asked with a raised eyebrow as she poured the tea and handing them the full mugs.

"When was the last time you saw him or heard from him?" Shaklebolt asked adding milk to his mug before sipping at it.

"I last saw him nearly five months ago, before he left for his new job in Germany, I got a letter from him not two weeks ago, I am expecting another letter any day now." She shrugged, adding sugar to her own tea and cool water before sitting down. "Why are you so interested in him? He hasn't been apart of the Wizarding world since he was twenty."

"We were contacted by the German Ministry asking us to get in contact with you, to see if you had heard from him. According to them he has been missing for nearly two weeks, he was working as muggle contact in the police force for them." Mr Weasley replied with a small sigh setting his tea down. "No one has seen or heard from him since the seventeenth of June."

"Two days after he wrote his letter." She whispered faintly slumping slightly in her seat.

"May I ask why he didn't take you with him?" Shaklebolt asked looking a little concerned.

"I was in School at the time, but he made sure that I had everything that I needed until he returned, some times sending me more money, letters letting me know that he was alright, some times he'd call once a month when I am on break…He just transferred me from Beauxbaton to Hogwarts." Her voice was weak and she knew that her face was pale and she felt sick to her stomach.

"What year are you in Ms Jackson?" Mr Weasley asked kindly.

"Seventh."

"When is your birthday? We may have to find your next of kin…" Shaklebolt inquired.

"October 31." She glanced at Mr Weasley.

"Do you know who your next of kin is?" Shaklebolt asked with a small sigh.

"Yes…were told my father's full name?" She asked taking a few gulps out of her mug.

"No, just his surname and your name and address." Shaklebolt shook his head.

"His name was Daniel Charlie Jackson." She looked directly into Mr Weasley's eyes and smiled slightly as his eyes widened.

"Arthur is something the matter?" Shacklebolt asked in concern.

"No, nothings wrong but you don't have to go looking for her next of kin." Arthur shook his head.

"Why?" He frowned.

"I am it." He smiled shakily.

She smiled at Shacklebolt's look. "My full name is Niya Molly Jackson, I was named after my Uncle's wife." She chuckled quietly under her breath as Shaklebolt blinked before his eyes widened in understanding.

"You'll have to come home with me, Ms Jackson if that is the case…" He broke off as an owl swooped in through an open window and landed in front of him and held out his foot. He took the letter and the owl hurried off with out waiting and he broke open the seal and slumped slightly as he read.

"Please tell me that isn't what I think it is…" Niya asked her voice shaking as she recognised the seal of Gringotts.

"Your father's will, I am sorry Niya." Arthur replied quietly.

"No…" Her voice hitched and tears spilled down her cheeks and her mug clattered to the table spilling as she hid her face in her hands, as she choked back a sob. She had tried to make herself believe that he would be found alive if not well.

She felt herself gathered up in a hug, even as Merc moved to her lap purring loudly. She heard talking around her but took no notice, drowning in her grief.

She barely took notice as she was moved, gentle hands guiding her to the fire place and more gentle hands catching her on the other side of the floo.

She wasn't sure how long she was lost inside herself before a comforting presence that she hadn't felt before soothed her, calming her and guided her back out again and found herself sitting on a window seat and a red head with sparkling blue eyes sitting beside her, an arm around her shoulders, her head leaning on his shoulder.

"It'll be alright Niya. We'll keep you safe now." His soothing voice told her softly.

"Has Charlie had any luck?" A faint male voice asked from beyond the door.

"I don't know yet, it's been four days. He's only been trying for a few hours, if he can't pull her out then we may have to send her to St Mungo's." A female voice replied sounding upset and at a loss. "It's a good thing that Daniel add that information about her in his will, or we would have had no idea what was wrong with her. I'm surprised that she is that strong an empath…" Her voice faded for a moment. "I think he's reached her, the waves of loss and grief have lessened…"

"Where?" Niya's voice was hoarse and her eyes felt too dry and sore.

"You are at the Burrow, Niya. I'm Charlie Weasley." He kept his voice low and soothing.

"I lost control didn't I?" She asked softly as he passed her a glass of water which she sipped gratefully.

"Yes you did. No one blames you for it, it is quite understandable. No one is in complete control after they find out they have lost some one they care for."

"How long?"

"Four days, it took me awhile to get time of work and get here." He replied rubbing soothing circles on her back. "You're going to have to take things easy for the next few days, your control is going to be shaky, through I think after a good solid meal and a good nights rest you are going to back to normal." He winced slightly.

"Don't worry I know what you mean." She said softly and gave him a small smile and slowly sat up, and looked around the room noting her trunk and two empty cages. "Where is Bassie and Merc?" She asked with a frown.

"Who?"

"My owl and kneazle." She replied gesturing to the empty cages as she finished off the water and poured herself another from a near by jug.

"Oh, well the kneazle is around some where, probably in the kitchen and your owl is outside flying about." Charlie replied, tucking her hair behind her ears. "You think you are ready to meet the family after washing up?"

"Yeah I think so." She nodded slightly finishing her second glass of water and let him lead her out of the room.

"Bathroom is in here." He gestured to the door. "Make sure you lock it, or some one might barge in on you." He chuckled faintly. "Just try and keep your shields up in this house there are a lot of people here." He advised her as she washed her hands and face and ran her fingers through her hair to tidied it up. "Most of them are rather emotional…well our whole family is rather temperamental."

"I'll keep that in mind." She nodded and let him guide her down the rickety stairs and they entered a kitchen where every single head was red.

"Niya, my dear, we are so glad that you are better." The red haired woman pulled her into a hug. "Now, you call me Molly or Mum, none of this Mrs Weasley business, have a seat and dig in." She was nudged into a chair. "Now this is my eldest Bill." She gestured to the mid twenties looking man with his hair tied back in a pony tail. "You met Charlie, these two are the Twins George and Fred, good luck if you can tell them apart, watch out for their pranks dear. This is Ron and Ginny. From what I hear you will be in Ron's year in September."

"Yes, Molly." Niya nodded eagerly digging into her food as Charlie sat down next to her.

"Now you let us know if you need anything, we were quiet surprised to hear that your father never told us that he survived the war. But I guess I can understand his reasons for going into hiding…"

Niya glanced up sharply at Molly, who just gave her an understanding smile. She turned back to her meal before leaning slightly towards Charlie. "Which one is Fred and which one is George?" She asked softly, eyeing the twins as they whispered to each other, their blue eyes twinkling in mischief.

"I can only tell them apart by the way that they feel." Charlie whispered back. "The one of the left is George and the one on the right is Fred. They are forever trying to confuse mum that they are the other. Most of the time she can't tell them apart."

"Hmm, Fred is worried about something." She tilted her head slightly glancing at the twin.

"Probably one of their projects." Charlie shrugged.

"Maybe." She murmured, turning back to her meal. She blinked as she was finishing as the whole family froze and went silent.

"What is that noise?" Molly asked with a frown.

Niya tilted her head before jumping out of her seat and racing out of the room and up the stairs to the room she had been placed in following the noise to a draw beside her bed and pulled out her mobile and answered it. "Hello?" She asked slightly out of breath.

"Niya?" A small timid voice that shook with tears asked, almost pleaded.

"Dray? What's wrong?" She demanded.

"I need your help…Father…" She heard him whimper.

"Where are you?" She asked calmly, trying to keep her mind from panicking.

"The park…usual spot…" He gritted out through painful breaths.

"Hold on I'll be there shortly okay?" She told him as she threw open her trunk and dug through it and pulled out a dark navy blue satchel and slung it over her shoulder. "Take slow breaths and I'll be there in a few minutes." She promised.

"Soon." He breathed, coughing slightly and hung up.

She tucked the mobile in her pocket and ran down the stairs, her wand she placed in the jacket she pulled on and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She couldn't apparate and she didn't know if the floo was still connected to her old apartment.

"Molly is the floo still connected to my apartment?" She asked as she hurried into the kitchen as she made sure she had everything she needed in her bag.

"No dear it was disconnected two days ago." Molly shook her head. "Why? Arthur made sure that he brought everything with him."

"I need to meet some one rather urgently, they're in trouble and they can't get to me so I'm going to have to got to them and it'll take too long by Knightbus." She answered quickly and ran her hands through her hair in frustration.

"I've been to that area before." Fred spoke up looking up from his chat with his twin. "I could take you."

"Good as long as some one can get me to the park that's at the end of the block, that's all I need." She nodded and followed him out of the house and let him wrap his arms around her as she noticed that Bill and Charlie were right beside them and they disappeared and reappeared in the park with three large 'cracks'. She was off running through the park with the three red heads on her heels as she skidded into the clearing that she always met the guys and fell to her knees beside a bruised and bloody Dray. "Dray can you hear me?" She asked softly as she took off her bag and set it down beside her, gently rolling him over.

"Bloody hell it's Malfoy!" Fred exclaimed. "Your friends with the git?"

"Fred." Charlie warned and knelt down beside her.

Niya ran her hands gently over his arms and legs then his main body and his head, and fed him three potions before pulling out a thick pad of cloth and pushed it against his stomach. "Hold that." She said curtly as she dug through her bag again before pulling out another phial and gestured for him to lift it slowly and dribbled a small amount over the large wound. "Okay cover it up again." She pulled a jar of ointment out of her bag and gently rubbed it into his bruises. "Fred hold his shoulders down, Bill hold his legs, just be gentle but firm." She ordered as she grasped his left arm and gently probed his shoulder as they got into position, she nodded to them and they all winced at the crack they heard as she popped it back into place and the boy yelped his eyes snapping open and began fighting them. "Easy Dray, Easy." She said soothingly using her empathy to calm him quickly, as she ran her hand over his right arm, her hands glowing as she healed the fractures that she found and the gash across his cheek. "Slowly tell me what happened." She asked softly, letting her empathy and healing gifts lead her to where it was needed.

"Father came home angry, said I was no Malfoy, said I had screwed up and embarrassed him for the last time…" A tear slid down his cheek. "He disowned me Niya…" His eyes widened. "Haz" He struggled against the firm hands that held him in place.

"Whoa. Easy Dray what about Haz?"

"Attacking tonight, he said he would rise up from the shame that I caused by giving Haz to his master." She could feel the terror pouring off him.

"Who is Haz?" Bill asked in confusion.

"Harry…" Niya breathed. "Bill can you get to Dumbledore? Warn him that Harry is going to be attacked tonight."

"What is…."

"Not now Bill." Niya snapped. "Later when every one is safe and well." She breathed in sharply as pain flooded her and she caught a glimpse of Haz's green eyes.

"Niya focus on me." Charlie's hands gripped her shoulders tightly.

She caught the sight of flashes of colour.

"No time…" She gasped out. "Attacking now…" She glanced down at the scar in her palm and Dray's and it glowed green and red. "Harry…"

"Bill go now." Charlie snapped, "Fred stay here with Niya, once Malfoy is healed enough to be moved get them both back to the Burrow." Charlie ordered before disapparating with a loud crack, followed a second later by Bill.

"You're a healer aren't you?" Fred asked softly.

"Yes and an empath." She nodded slightly as she watched as the bruises began to slowly fade.

"What's with the scars?" He asked as she lifted the pad and checked on the wound before wrapping it in place.

"They are promises that we three made to each other, to look out for the other, to protect and help when needed." She glanced up at him. "You can't tell anyone Fred, at least not yet. It will be up to Dray and Haz to how much is told not me." She wrapped Dray's right wrist that was sprained and it could wait. "He's stable enough for us to move, now."

"Did he faint?"

"No, I gave him a strong pain killer and a sleeping potion. He'll be out for a few hours." She shook her head and slung her bag back over her head and gently cradled Dray to her chest as Fred wrapped his arms around her again and there was the discomfort of being squeezed before the loud crack and the landed in the lounge. She gently picked him up with Fred's help and set him on the couch and kept looking him over.

"Charlie?" Molly hurried into the room. "Fred where are your brothers and…" She broke off as she spotted Niya tending Dray. "What happened?"

"His father got mad at him and beat him and disowned him…though I am not too sure on that last fact" Fred replied his hands stained with blood.

"Molly can I have a basin of warm water and a cloth, with any liquid stitches you may have?" Niya requested with out looking up as she pulled off the padding on Dray's stomach and tossed it on to the floor, ripping his clothes apart to get a better look at the wound. Molly just hurried off. "Fred can you gently rub this into any bruises and grazes you find?" She asked softly handing him the bruise balm, pointing to his legs.

"Sure."

Molly returned with the requested items. "If you need another batch I can have some here in a few moments." Molly offered, looking worried.

"I need more pain reducer potion, fever reducer, and blood replenisher. They should do me until I can find some where to set up a lab to make more." She replied, pulling a small brush out of her bag and dipped it into the sticky bluish potion and brush it over the open wound before holding it closed for a few moments and releasing it. She watched it with a critical eye even as Molly hurried off, making sure that it would hold before doing the same with a few other wounds that she could not heal strictly on power alone.

"Here you go dear." Molly said as she hurried back into the room with the requested potions.

"Thanks Molly." She looked up tiredly and smiled, and poured a blood replenisher down his throat.

"MOLLY" Arthur's voice yelled.

"Arthur what is it?" Molly ran back to the kitchen. "George, Fred pack up everything that you will all need, including Ron and Ginny we are moving to Headquarters. Hurry." Molly ordered as she hurried out of the kitchen and disappeared up the stairs. She came back down with nine trunks following her and disappeared again. "Niya call your pets dear I need them in their cages to transport them."

She let out a long loud whistle and both Bassie and Merc came in through the open front door. "We're leaving fellas." She told them both and chuckled as they both slipped into their cages and Molly hurried off with them.

"Read this dear" She held a piece of parchment in front of her face which she carefully read and kept in mind. "Can he be woken?"

Niya nodded and pulled another potion from her bag and waved it under his nose and smiled faintly as he groaned. "Dray wake up…we have to move. Read the parchment and keep it in mind." She told him gently as he opened his eyes blearily, his eyes narrowed as they focused on the parchment before he nodded.

"He is safe to move again?" Molly asked.

"Yes, but he'll need support." She nodded as they twins ran down the stairs with Ron and Ginny on their heels.

"What's that git doing here?" Ron exclaimed.

"Ron not now." Molly scolded him. "Into the floo, got straight to headquarters" She ordered and helped Niya get Dray up on to his feet.

"Dray I know it hurts but focus on the chant I taught you." Niya murmured softly, trying to block out his pain. She nodded to Molly as the pain dimmed a little and grabbed her bag and they half carried him to the floo.

Niya stepped into the fire her arms wrapped around his waist and Molly threw in the floo power and called out a destination that Niya didn't hear as Dray went limp in her arms. She tightened her hold on him.

She stumbled slightly and was glad that hands caught them both before they could fall and Dray was taken out of her grip and picked up by Charlie.

"Poppy is on vacation and no one can contact her" A strained male voice called out from out side the kitchen. "We have no contacts in St Mungo's and we need a healer."

"Niya?" Charlie looked at her and frowned at how tired she looked.

"Show me who and where." She nodded.

"Follow George and Fred. I'll take Malfoy up to a room to sleep."

"Here." She pulled another potion out of her bag. "His last one was nullified to get him here." She hurried after the twins up the stairs.

"I don't have any blood replenisher." A voice growled out.

"Here." She thrust the phial in to the long fingered hand as she was rushed into a room and set her bag down and stopped dead as she saw Haz laid out bleeding badly. "Oh Merlin, Haz…" She breathed.

"Who are you?" Some one growled.

"Our Cousin, she's a healer." Fred replied as she snapped herself out of her shock.

"Get him out of those clothes, I need to see where to work." She snapped out pulling out potions and laying them out, along with bandages. "I need a basin of warm water and cloths…Fred find my blue trunk and bring it in here." She paid no attention to the man in black as she ran her hands over Haz's body. "Who has medic training? Even a little will do" She asked with out looking up.

"I do." A silky voice answered from the man in black.

"Pour this over his stomach and his left arm." She thrust a potion into his hand. "And get this down his throat." Handing him a second one.

"Got your trunk." Fred announced as he hurried in.

She reached out and ran her fingers over the lock and flipped the lid open and rummaged through it pulling out a few more phials that were clearly labelled. She focused on getting the bleeding stopped and the breaks healed, the rest could wait until she was rested. The basin arrived and she dipped a few cloths in it before washing her hands, removing Dray's blood from her hands and washed his face and stomach, taking note of the phials that the man in black took and used so she knew what she didn't have to worry about and concentrated on the bone breaks and fractures, her hands glowing with power. "Fred, I might be woozy after this, I may even pass out, just get me to a room to rest and make sure that there is a bucket for me to throw up in later…I'm not used to doing two direct healings one after the other." She spoke distantly, her attention on the body in front of her.

"Two healings? Who else was injured?" came the distant voice.

"She healed Malfoy, he called her after he was nearly beaten to death by his father." Came the faint reply.

"Is he alright?" Came the silky question.

"He is stable and will heal with time." She replied softly. She wasn't sure how much time went by before she finally pulled away, swaying slightly and felt familiar hands gently stabilise her. "Give him a sleeping potion to sleep through the next few hours." She croaked with exhaustion, as those hands helped her up and into another room. The bucket was placed in her hands just as the nausea rose to the point she couldn't contain it and threw up her lunch before passing out into darkness.