Ron
Harry come quick! It's Ron! He...
"Ron." Harry said and stood up. "I'm sorry but I have to go." He slipped the coin into his pocket.
"Dad what's wrong?" Lily asked.
Harry didn't hear his daughter, he was starting to panic. "Rose, Hugo." He muttered as he turned around looking for Ron's children.
"Dad." Lilly said again. "What's wrong?"
"Dad!" James said grabbing hold of Harry's shoulders. "What's wrong? Who are you looking for?"
"Rose, and Hugo, where are they?" He asked panic clear in his voice.
"They're over there. They're waiting for us to finish talking." Lilly said pointing at the two Weasley children sitting in the grass a fair distance away.
Harry ran over to them yelling "Rose! Hugo!" Their smiles faded as they saw the panic in his face.
"What's wrong Uncle Harry?" Rose asked as she and her brother stood up.
Before he could answer someone in blue-gray robes stepped in front of him and captured him in a tight embrace. "No, Arias. You can't tell them. We don't know how bad he is yet. There's no need for them to needlessly worry." He whispered in Harry's ear.
"Dray." Harry choked out as he gripped the man's robes tightly. The desperation and panic in his voice didn't go unnoticed.
"It's okay Arias." Dr. Black said as he stroked hHarry's hair with his injured left hand. "He'll be okay Arias, I'll make sure of it." he said and cupped Harry's face. Looking strait into Harry's tear filled eyes he said "We need to go Arias."
Harry nodded just as the rest of his family for there. "Dad what's happened? And who's this?" James asked pointing to Dr. Black.
"I'm sorry but we really must go, and there is no time for explanations." The doctor said. "Come with me Arias." He said and grabbed Harry's hand in his pulling him towards the boundary.
"Why are we going this way?" Harry asked looking at the doctors robes. 'Aren't these the same robes Malfoy had on?' He thought.
"We need to apparate there. It will take too long to get back to the Headmasters office. This will be faster."
As they walked away Albus noticed the handkerchief that was wrapped around the Doctors left hand. He squinted his eyes and was able to make out the letters D.L.M. in silver. 'That's not Mr. Malfoy is it?' He thought. 'No it couldn't be. That man looks totally different from Scorpius' father.'
They landed in the Ministry Atrium in each others arms. Harry was cuddled into Dr. Blacks chest. His eyes were closed as he was trying to process the events of the day. Ginny no longer loved him, no she never loved him, and now Ron was hurt. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a large huddle of people next to the fountain.
Dr. Black took Harry by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Harry noticed that there was worry and determination in his gray eyes. He could hear anything as he stared into those eyes. He noticed that he doctors mouth was moving but couldn't quite make out what he was saying. It all sounded fuzzy to him. "Arias, I need you to go to your office. Arias are you listening to me? Harry!"
The use of his first name snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. Harry looked at the doctor finally being able to fully understand what he was saying. "Harry, I need you to go up to your office. Do you understand me?" He asked.
'He never calls me by my first name.' Harry thought as he nodded. He was about to ask why he needed to go to his office when the doctor said "Don't ask why Harry. I just need you to do as I say." Harry nodded in understanding. "Good, now go to your office quickly, and don't look back Harry. Don't stop for anything or anyone. Just go to your office. I'll come get you when this is all over, okay Harry?"
Harry nodded. "Good" Dr. Black said as he kissed his forehead. "Now go!" He let go of Harry and made his way to the group of people as Harry made his way to the elevators. Before heading into the crowd Dr. Black looked back to see Harry stepping into an elevator. 'Good' he thought. 'I really don't want him to see what condition Weasley is in. From the urgency of the message it must be horrible.'
He made his way through the crowd having to scream "I need to get through! I'm a healer!" About half way through he got frustrated and took out his wand. "Periculum!" he yelled and red sparks flew from his wand catching everyone's attention. "Now, I am a healer and I need you all to move out of my way so I can help this man!" He yelled. No one moved, they just continued to stare at him in shock. "Now!" he screamed and made the most intimidating expression in he arsenal. This seemed to get people moving as they cleared a path for him.
He wasn't expecting the horror that stood before him. He stood there for a moment taking in the sight of Ron's mangled body. The man was laying in a puddle of his own blood. The least of his problems were the cuts on his face. Although as Dr. Black walked closer he noticed that some were deep. His left leg was in a position that it should never be in. What worried Dr. Black the most was the deep lacerations across Weasley's chest. The doctor noticed that Weasley was white as a sheet but still awake and shaking. He could hear small whimpers coming from the man.
"Why has this man not been taken up to my office?" He yelled at one of the guards trying to keep back the crowd.
"We didn't want to move him. We thought that would hurt him more." The man said.
"And leaving him here for everyone to see is better? Don't answer that, just make a path so I can take him up." He yelled venomously.
The guards did as they were told as Dr. Black conjured a stretcher and placed Ron on top of it. "You!" He said pointing to on of the guards. "I need you to levitate this stretcher all the way up to my office. I need to start working on him, and I cant do two spells at once." The guard nodded and levitated the stretcher Ron was on.
All the way up to his office Dr. Black was muttering spells to stop the bleeding. Nothing was working, the blood wouldn't clot. The best he could do was hold the blood in Ron's body. When they entered his office it was empty, Nikmor was nowhere to be found. 'Where the hell is he?' he thought. "Get him off the stretcher and onto the table." He told the guard as calmly as he could. "I cannot let go of this spell." He guard did as he was told and took a step towards the door.
The doctor suddenly realized that Nikmor was with Harry. This realization hit him like a rock, and made his blood boil. He couldn't hold his anger. "Get Mr. Faedi out of Mr. Potters office now!" He yelled at the guard and let the spell he was holding slip for a moment causing some blood to fall on the floor.
The guard jumped a few feet in the air at the amount of sheer animosity and anger in Dr. Black's voice. He ran out of the office nearly running over Hermione as she ran into the office. "Ron!" She yelled as she ran in. She stopped in her tracks and let out a horrified yelled as she set eyes on her husbands mangled body.
Harry and Nikmor came running into the office at the sound of Hermione's screech. "Hermione." Harry said as he enveloped her into a hug. He had caught a glimpse of Ron as he came in, but now kept his head turned in the opposite direction. He didn't want to see anymore of his best friends mangled body.
"I need you to get her out of here Harry." Dr. Black said. Harry nodded an made for the door as he whispered comforting words to his best friend.
The doctor turned to NIkmor and through clenched teeth said "I'll deal with you later. Right now I need you to hold his blood in."
"Why just hold it in? Why not clot it? Do you think my skills are so low that..." was all Nikmor was able to say before being interrupted by Dr. Black.
"Do you not think I would have clotted his blood if I could? It won't clot, so do not question me! This mans life is on the line! Now is not the time to question me! Do as I say, now!" He yelled losing his patience.
Nikmor took his wand out quickly and began muttering the spell to hold in Ron's blood. Dr. Black took a step back from the table and brought his hands to his head. He took a deep breath to clear him mind. 'Okay,' he thought. 'We can't keep holding in his blood in forever. The first thing I have to do is clot his blood, but how do I do that? What's making his blood so hard to clot? A potion? A spell? No! It cant be?'
He ran to the bookshelf at the corner of the room and scanned the titles before finding the book he was looking for. He took it off the shelf and frantically turned the pages until he found the page entitled Invicta Sanguis. "No!" He yelled hitting his injured hand onto the bookshelf and wincing at the pain.
NIkmor watched in horror as the doctor dropped the book and ran out of the office. Dr. Black ran into Harry's office and frantically said "Granger, I need his blood." Both Hermione and Harry looked up at him in horror and confusion. "His blood Granger, one of your children." He said realizing she didn't understand what he meant by 'his blood'.
"I need a vile of one of your children's blood to save Weasley. I didn't want to involve them but it's the only way his blood will clot. You don't have to tell them what it's for, I just need you to get it from them quickly." His eyes were pleading and terror filled his voice.
Hermione gave a frantic nod. "Go to Madam Pomfrey, and ask her to extract a vial from one of your children. It doesn't matter which one. I'll make the potion and do what I can on your husband in the mean time. I need the vial within the hour."
Hermione gave another frantic nod, and turned to Harry. "Come with me, I don't think I can go alone." she said as tears fell from her eyes.
"Of course Hermione." He said barely able to mask the fright in his voice. They slowly got up and made it to the fireplace in Harry's office so they could Floo to Hogwarts.
Dr. Black quickly made his way back to his office to start the potion.
By the time Harry entered Dr. Black's office with the vile of Rose's blood the room was boiling. There was steam coming from a cauldron that sat on the counter. The fire underneath it was raging. Both Dr. Black's and Nikmor's hair was damp and sticking to their faces with doctor had taken off the top layer of his attire and was now in a skin tight dark blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up. Nikmor was in his usual uniform with his sleeves rolled up as well. If they weren't in a dire situation Harry might have thought that both men looked hot.
The doctor was standing over Ron's body maintaining the spell to keep his blood in. Nikmor was leaning against the wall panting. He had never used his magic for that long, on such a complicated spell. He was thankful the doctor had said he would take over for him so he could replenish his magic.
When the door closed behind Harry, Dr. Black looked at him and as calmly as he could told Harry to turn off the fire under the cauldron and empty the contents of the vile into it. "Mix it three times counterclockwise. You should be able to feel the potion cool drastically with every turn."
Harry nodded and walked to the cauldron. With a flick of his wrist he turned of the violent flame. With shaky hands he slowly pored the blood into the cauldron and turned it three times counterclockwise. Just at the doctor had said the potion cooled with every turn.
"Done." Harry yelled.
"Mr. Faedi," Dr. Black said "I need you to slowly poor the potion over Mr. Wealsey's body."
"Yes sir." He croaked. He levitated the cauldron slowly over to Ron's body but half way his magic gave out. Before the cauldron hit the ground Harry wandlessly caught it.
Dr. Black sighed in relief. "On second thought Harry you please do it."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
"Yes, to no fault of his own, Mr. Faedi is too drained to preform any kind of magic successfully."
"Okay." Harry whispered and levitated the cauldron the rest of the way.
"Harry, he's going to scream, but no matter what you cannot stop poring the potion. Do you understand me?"
Harry nodded and levitated the cauldron higher over Ron's body. "I'm very sorry Weasley but this is going to sting." Dr. Black said as Harry tilted the cauldron over Ron's body. As the potion hit his body he started to convulse and let out a defining howl. The potion seeped into the open wounds and almost instantaneously his blood started to clot.
When the last drop of potion hit Ron, the doctor stopped casting his spell and let the potion take full effect and clot the blood. He turned to the cupboard and took out three vials. Two contained the same light pink liquid that Nikmore used to sterilize Hermione's wound. The third vile contained a liquid that was dark purple in color.
"Mr. Faedi, get up of the floor." He said as he turned to face his patient. "Mr. Wealey, we are going to sterilize and close your wounds, but first I need you to drink this." he said lifting the vile with the dark purple liquid. "It's a sleeping draught." He said and lifted it to Ron's mouth so he could drink it.
A few seconds after Ron took the potion he was asleep. "Mr. Faedi, sterilize his wounds, I will go ahead and close them." Dr. Black said handing Nikmor one of the vile's with light pink liquid.
"Doctor?" Nikmor asked cautiously.
"What is it Mr. Faedi?" Dr. Black replied calmly, not looking up from his patient.
"I was wondering why you have not run diagnostics on him?"
Dr. Black was surprised at the question. 'Seems this boy has some brains for the field of medicine after all.' he thought. "He's lost too much blood. We have to close him up first. I just hope there's nothing inside that that will give us cause to open him up again."
Nikmor nodded in understanding and continued his work in silence.
Harry watched the two men work from the wall Nikmor was previously leaning on. He watched as his best friend slowly became hole again. As Dr. Black was realigning Ron's left leg a vivid red color on the doctors left arm caught his attention. 'I thought his rose was a dark purple.' he thought to himself. He tilted his head to get a better look of the doctors arm. His eyes widened as he realized what the vivid red color was. 'The Dark Mark!'