Having established there was no apparent immediate threat, Louis turned toward the older man. "Are you hurt Your Highness?"
Even in the limmited light of his wand he could see the warriness in Prince Harry's eyes.
Mentaly kicking himself, he exicuted a sharp salute and said " Auror trainee Louis Weasley Sir!" and brought his wand toward his face.
The tension in the Duke's eyes lessened but, true to his military training, he remained alert.
"I am fine, if a bit damp, this little one looks to need tending to."
"Sir I am going to use my wand to check her over, can you hold her for just a minute more?"
Accepting the other man's nod as permission Louis did a quick medical check of the girl. Standard auror protocol.
"Sir, she appears unharmed. My best guess is she is in shock. I am going to use a spell to dry her clothes and warm her."
Reaching in to an inner pocket of his overcoat he pulled out a small silver cube. In a series of fluid movements he dried and warmed the girl then sent a spark toward the cube. It unfurled, becoming a silver emergancy blanket, like those used during disasters.
The blanket settled on to the floor, another series of sparks and a soft heat shimmered, encompassing the blanket.
"You can lay her there, Sir."
After gently lowering the girl to the blanket Prince Harry straightened and turned toward Louis. "Do you have a clue as to what just happened?"
"As far as I can tell, the flowers she was handing you was a portkey, that is a magical means of travel. I havn't found any decernable magical deterants so I suspect they expected only yourself and possibly the girl to be caught in the trap."
"How did you end up joining us?" His Highness asked.
"Right place, right time Sir. I saw the flowers begin to glow and instinct took over." Louis shivered slightly, noticing the chill and his wet clothes as the adrenilin wore off.
"Sir, may I dry your clothes and warm you a bit? I know I could use that comfort myself."
A warmer, drier Prince looked about and asked "So what now?...Wait did you say Weasley? By any chance are you Ron Weasley's son?"
"No Sir, he's my uncle."
"So Harry Potter is your uncle too?"
"Yes Sir, and my boss. That is for now. If I don't get you out of here safely I doubt I'll be allowed to continue training. So I am going to get back to figuring out how to do that. My grandmother is going to give me a good telling off. You happen to be her favorite prince, pardon me saying, it's a ginger thing. Frankly I am more afraid of her than a whole castle of bad guys."
The Duke laughed then went a bit pale. Groaning he said, "Her Majesty is going to have my bollocks for earrings. The last thing she said to me was to watch myself."