No Hurry at All

The multi-million galleon organisation that is Slytherin, defeated the brave and noble Gryffindors in the one hundred and twenty sixth Scottish Cup final. In an occasion that was graced with the usual Scottish summer weather, it poured with rain from the moment I got up until I went to bed later that night, it pains me to say that the better team won. Gryffindor needed their entire team to bring their A game and also lady luck to smile on them. Sadly, neither happened. I stayed to the end and applauded my team off the park, I can only hope they don't keep me waiting for another twenty years before reaching the final again. Aw well, there's always next season so on with the story.

Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter and have no evidence JKR is a 'Well fan.

Chapter 12

Amelia stood back and observed as the muggles dealt with the devastation. She was very impressed at how the different branches of their emergency services all worked together in ferrying the injured off to hospital. There was even a helicopter hovering overhead and armed police guarding the rescuers.

They were treating this as a terrorist attack and guarding against a secondary strike, her aurors were rendered helpless and ordered not to intervene. With the arrival of the minister, her day just got worse.

"Amelia, why aren't the obliviators taking action here? Your inaction is risking exposure of our world."

The head of the DMLE was in no mood to listen to shit like that, she'd watched as young female bodies were gently and respectfully carried from the rubble. "I'm not the one who turned up here in death eater robes, before firing off curses to destroy a muggle building." Their privacy charm stopped anyone else from hearing Amelia but she still lowered her voice before continuing.

"Apart from the fact that hundreds of people saw exactly what happened, some of them were injured and some had scattered before we even got here, there is a far more serious problem."

Cornelius wasn't interested. "I don't care if they're injured, I want them obliviated at once."

"Minister, that would create more problems than it would solve. Just from standing here, I can see three remote cameras that would have recorded the entire incident."

Fudge thought the answer was simple. "Destroy them then?"

Amelia was aware very few in the magical world knew anything about muggle technology, she prided herself on keeping abreast of anything that helped in her job. As that job frequently brought her into contact with the muggle world, she learned everything she could from aurors with muggle connections and took to reading their newspapers on a Sunday. "That wouldn't do any good Cornelius, these cameras don't contain any film. The pictures are recorded at another location, a location that could be anywhere within a few miles of here."

It wasn't hard to see the minister thought this was impossible, she explained her reasoning for merely observing. "If we leave the situation alone then the muggles will treat it for what it was, a terrorist attack. Should witnesses suddenly begin telling a different story to the one the pictures show, they will quickly suspect someone has interfered."

She indicated the large vehicles with big dishes on their roofs. "This entire situation is now being watched live in millions of muggle homes the length and breadth of the country."

"Surely that's not possible?"

"Cornelius, by dinner time tonight these images will be all around the world. There were young people shopping here that were casually and callously murdered, I counted four of them carried from the rubble already. This is not going to be contained by a few obliviates."

Now that the situation was fully explained, Amelia pushed the minister to take the next logical step. "I recommend contacting the muggle government. It would be much better for us if you told them what was happening before they figured it out for themselves."

Fudge didn't like that idea so changed the subject. "Do we have any idea why the death eaters chose here? I'm assuming an attack of this ferocity wasn't just a random occurrence."

"You're correct minister, the upper part of the building was the workplace of Hermione Granger's parents. You'll know her as the girl who slapped Dumbledore and just got engaged to Harry Potter."

The implications of that hit Fudge like a physical blow. "Do we know if they were in there? Was Potter in there?"

"We don't know, and have no way of finding out at the moment. Anyone approaching that site is going to have cameras and guns trained on them. There is still too much dust in the air for invisibility cloaks to be effective."

She now gave him the information she knew he would hate. "We got here just in time to cancel the dark mark and discover there were two magical bodies under all that rubble. The muggle authorities have a lot of experience in dealing with terrorists and very quickly had the site locked down. They are on high alert and I refuse to risk auror lives for the sake of information that will appear on the muggle news within hours."

As Fudge watched the people Amelia said had these gun things, he was forced to agree. Their entire demeanour screamed that they wouldn't hold back if they felt threatened.

"I have posted people at the morgue and the hospital, they'll contact me the instant they have any information."

This shook Fudge more than the devastation in front of them, the thought of Harry Potter in the morgue had his mind in a spin. "You really think I should contact the muggle Prime Minister?"

Amelia released a sigh of relief, Fudge was actually taking her advice for once. "Yes, tell him about Voldemort's return and who the target was here today. It wouldn't do any harm to tell him that we've already permanently stopped some of these terrorists and have more in prison. Mentioning the massive bounty on their leader's head wouldn't go wrong either, ensure they know how serious we're taking this problem."

Fudge could plainly see the advice Amelia was giving him should be followed, and quickly. Being able to honestly inform the Prime Minister of the sheer scale of the manhunt under way should contain the problem. The knowledge that there would soon be pictures of British death eaters being shown around the world terrified him into action. He couldn't afford not to do something, not if he wanted to stay as minister.

-oOoOo-

Hermione was only a few steps up the staircase when she began shouting for her mum and dad. Bursting into the waiting room, she spotted them coming out one of the treatment rooms. The now crying witch threw herself at her shocked parents.

Pleased as he was to see Dan and Emma ok, it was someone else Harry was desperate to see. "Dobby!"

The little elf faded into view, as did two restrained wizards that were instantly recognisable to Harry. The expressions of terror on Crabbe and Goyle's faces was way more than being confronted by Harry Potter could account for. Their fear was broadcasting their thoughts and Harry didn't need to be a skilled legitimist to realise this was a trap.

"Potter portkey emergency!"

The master command embedded into Dan and Emma's watches and Hermione's owl necklace activated the portkeys instantly, all three disappeared from the room. Harry was about to order Dobby to take these two away before he himself would leave and try to reverse the trap. Unfortunately, the room chose that precise second to explode around him.

-oOoOo-

Hermione was screaming Harry's name as all three Grangers found themselves in an elegant room they'd never laid eyes on before.

Dan grabbed his daughter by the shoulders to get her attention. "Hermione, what the hell just happened and who were those two boys in our waiting room? What's going on here?"

Hermione's emotions were all over the place as she tried to answer her parents. "We know those two from school and they could only have been there to do you harm. Harry had Dobby protecting you but I think we ran into a trap. Dobby, Winky."

It was a rather distraught Winky who appeared. "Oh mistress, master Harry and Dobby are at your house injured. What should Winky do?"

"Take me to them Winky."

Dan wasn't standing for that. "Hermione no, think for a second. If they could find the practice, perhaps they've also found the house?"

Emma quickly knelt beside the little elf. "Winky, can you bring them both here without further injuring them?"

They took her answer to be yes since she just disappeared. She was soon back with a bleeding Harry and a barely conscious Dobby.

Both appeared to have gone three rounds with an angry hippogriff but Dobby told his story before blacking out. "Master Harry was hit on head by bit of roof. Wards held just long enough for Dobby to get him out."

All three Grangers could see Dobby was in severe pain before he passed out, Harry was bleeding from a wound in his head and already unconscious. Dan was examining Harry while Emma and Winky were helping Dobby. Hermione had shot off looking for the kitchen or a bathroom, returning with some warm water and towels. Harry was a bloody mess and would need to be cleaned up before they could tell the extent of the damage.

Dobby had a blanket to keep him warm and a pillow under his head by the time Hermione returned.

"How's Harry doing dad?"

"He's took a nasty blow to the head, probably concussed too. We should really take him to hospital and have a doctor look at it. Winky, where are we at the moment?"

"We is in master Harry's house in Glasgow."

Hermione was washing the blood off Harry, he'd been hit on the right side of his head and had a nasty gash above his ear that defiantly needed stitches. "Winky, do you know if magic can be detected in this house?"

"Master Harry fixed it so no one would know magic was in house."

Hermione had her wand out and both parents watched on in amazement as she concentrated on healing Harry's wound.

"Hermione, that was brilliant! Can you help heal Dobby?"

"That's about the extent of my healing mum, cuts and broken bones. I know some spells but wouldn't like to attempt them on Dobby. Make him comfortable for now and Harry will heal him when he recovers."

Dan was now glancing around the beautiful room, the impression was of a lovely old building that had been really taken care of. Dan had no way of knowing the amount of work Dobby and Winky had done to get their master's house to this standard. He spotted a large TV in the corner and switched it on.

"Dan, what are you doing? This is hardly the time to watch the telly."

"Emma, if death eaters just carried out an attack on Crawley town centre, don't you think it will be on the news?"

Hermione was carefully levitating Harry onto one of the comfortable looking sofas. She sat at one end of it before gently lowering Harry so his head rested on her lap. "Dad, if the death eaters attacked, you can bet the ministry will be there obliviating the shit out of everyone. It will probably be featured as a gas explosion or something like that."

Emma couldn't hide her ire. "I just watched you heal a wound on Harry that would have needed stitched. Are you telling me all the ministry is going to do is use magic to make sure people don't remember how they were injured? Couldn't they use the same magic you did and heal some of them?"

The bitterness in Hermione's voice was unmistakable. "They could mum, but they won't. Certainly not for muggles, any magical people injured will find themselves whisked off to St Mungo's."

Emma was about to set off on a rant when she came to an abrupt halt.

Harry apparently hadn't skimped on the services and Dan had found Sky News. The presenter was announcing breaking news about an explosion in Crawley. There were unconfirmed reports it might be terrorist related and they would bring more as soon as they got it. Very early reports indicated there certainly were casualties and fatalities couldn't be ruled out at this point.

This ended all conversation as the three of them were engrossed in the unfolding nightmare. Dan and Emma sat on the other sofa with their arms around each other, both struggling to come to terms with what happened today. It was to their great credit that their main focus wasn't on the attempt made on their life, nor the fact the two dentists may no longer have a business. It was more on the people who didn't have an outstanding young man to provide them with emergency portkeys. Dan and Emma had spent their adult lives, living and working in Crawley. They probably knew a lot of the people who would have been on the street today when the attack took place.

Winky served them tea but her delicious sandwiches were ignored, no one felt like eating at the moment.

"Winky, How's Dobby doing?" With Harry on her lap, Hermione couldn't check on the elf.

"Dobby is resting mistress, I've given him some healing broth and he will sleep. Elves heal faster than witches and wizards, Dobby is very strong. Being bonded to Master Harry helps, master is powerful wizard."

"Harry is a powerful wizard who owes his life to Dobby. He saved him and brought my Harry back to me, I'm very proud of both of you Winky."

The little elf watched her mistress lovingly cradle master's head, gently playing with his unruly hair. Winky loved her new family and would be having words with Dobby when he was better. This would be a wonderful family to raise little elves in.

There were sharp intakes of breath as Sky began beaming live images from Crawley. Emilie's clothes shop and their dental practice were now nothing more than a large pile of rubble. Dan glanced from his watch to the young man currently lying on his daughter's lap. No words were needed or spoken but all three Grangers had tears in their eyes as they watched the story unfold.

-oOoOo-

Fudge had demanded information on Potter as quickly as possible, that was why Amelia found herself once more knocking on this cottage door. She was hoping the couple had some way of contacting Harry, assuming he was still alive to be contacted.

Tonks answered the door and her heart sank. All aurors knew the look Amelia had on her face, it meant she was here to deliver bad news. She could only think of one thing. "Amelia please, not my mum and dad?"

"They're fine Tonks, I really need to speak to you and Remus."

Tonks suddenly felt Remus appear at her side, he'd felt her distress and was there for her.

Amelia wasted no time, the instant they were inside, she told them the reason for her visit. "The Grangers' place of work was attacked and destroyed by a large group of death eaters today."

Tonks immediately had her arms around Remus, she knew Harry was very important to her man. It was also only a few days to the full moon and the wolf was near the surface.

"It was a busy street around lunchtime, there has been many casualties and even some fatalities. The muggle emergency services were there only moments after the attack and we couldn't contain the situation. At the moment we don't even know if Harry or any of the Grangers were in there, have you any way of contacting them?"

Remus was grateful for the comforting arms holding him. Next to Tonks, Harry was the most important person in his life. Hermione and her family were pretty special people to. Thinking of them triggered a memory of the Burrow from earlier in the summer. "Winky, Dobby!"

Winky appeared with an apology on her lips. "Sorry but Dobby can't come at the moment, what can Winky do for Master Harry's friends?"

Remus got straight to the heart of the matter. "Winky, is Harry and the Grangers ok? Where are they?"

"Master Harry is injured but mistress is looking after him. Sorry but Winky can't tell anyone where master's house is. Winky must go now and look after her family."

The relief in the cottage at the elf's words was immense, Remus had no intention of delaying her from looking after her family. "Thank you Winky, I know you'll take great care of them. Could you ask Harry or Hermione to contact us whenever they can."

Tonks noticed the relief in her boss's entire demeanour at the news Harry and Hermione were alive. "Is there something you're not telling us Amelia?"

"We haven't been able to get access to the site though we did trace two magical bodies under the rubble. Obviously we feared they were Harry and Hermione. The death eaters blasted out the building below and the entire structure collapsed in on itself. I doubt they will find survivors from either premises."

Tonks suddenly had a thought. "Someone needs to tell the Weasleys and Longbottoms before the find out by other means. Luna's away on holiday."

Amelia agreed but asked if they could do it. "I'm having the Granger house guarded and expect the muggle authorities to be there soon."

Tonks agreed to go since Remus wasn't up to company at the moment.

Amelia was relieved that, like her last visit here, she left a lot happier than she arrived.

-oOoOo-

There were seven Weasleys and a girlfriend sitting down to dinner in Grimmauld Place, Bill and Charlie having to return to work. Molly was about to invite Tonks to join them when she sensed this wasn't a social call. This ominous feeling spread along the entire table as they waited to hear what she had to say.

"Death eaters attacked Dan and Emma's dental surgery today, they destroyed it totally. They all got out but Harry and Dobby are injured, that's all we know at the moment."

The table was silent but that was never going to last for long with the Weasley tribe. When the explosion came though, it was a lot more violent than anyone expected. Ginny sprang across the table and started punching Lavender.

"Stupid! Nosey! Bitch!" Each word was emphasised with a punch to Lavender's face before many hands grabbed her and Ginny was physically lifted off the table. It took Fred, George and Percy to hold the little firebrand away from Lavender, and even then it was a struggle. They may be stopping Ginny hitting her brother's girlfriend but they couldn't stop her saying what was on her mind.

"This is your fault you bitch, you did everything but provide the death eaters with a map! I hope you think it was worth getting your picture in the magazine?"

Molly was recovering from the shock of Tonks' news and screamed at her daughter. "Ginny, stop this at once. You don't know that."

Lavender had her head buried in Ron's chest and crying buckets, Ginny though was in no mood to be merciful. "Oh I think we all know who's to blame. She was only there because harry and Hermione didn't want to upset Ron. If Harry's badly injured, Hermione will come after her."

Arthur checked Lavender and healed her burst lip before speaking to his youngest son. "Ron, perhaps you better take Lavender home."

Ginny had a parting comment for Teen Witch Weekly's newest reporter as she left. "I hope your house has strong wards Lavender, I'll bet I'm not the only one who'll blame you."

Tonks thought Ginny was right on all counts. She would contact Amelia about an auror guard for the Browns' home before the story broke.

Ron helped a distraught Lavender into the fireplace, it was only after she flooed away that Ginny stopped struggling against her three elder brothers.

-oOoOo-

Harry woke slowly, the soothing hand on his brow helping with his headache. He found himself looking into the tearful brown eyes of his fiancée. "Hello love, is everyone ok? What happened?"

The tears started falling, Harry guessed these were not the first tears Hermione had cried today. "A dozen death eaters appeared in the street and blasted the building out of existence. So far, there are eight confirmed deaths and the four of us are listed as missing."

The TV had been on with the volume very low in deference to Harry's condition. Now that he was conscious, Dan turned it up and Harry's attention was immediately drawn to it. The rather large man that he and Hermione had passed at the entrance to the Grangers' surgery was being interviewed. He was currently claiming to be the luckiest man in the world. As he was speaking, they switched the video feed to show CCTV footage of the death eaters arriving from nowhere and destroying the building. The footage wasn't exactly broadcast quality and obviously wasn't filmed in real time. It was more like a series of photographs stitched together like a bad attempt at animation.

These photographs also didn't record magic spells so how these terrorists had carried out their attack was a mystery. What wasn't a mystery was who cast the final spell, probably the dark mark. The silver hand holding the wand told Harry everything he needed to know,

The audio had continued with the interview and the video feed now matched. The devastation visible over Dan's last patient's shoulder, and the previous footage, really cemented his lucky claim. Had he been a minute later leaving his dental appointment, he would have been buried under the rubble and most likely dead.

"How did I get here?"

"You were hit on the head but Dobby managed to get you both back to our house. Winky then delivered the two of you here. Dobby was also injured but Winky is taking good care of him. Apparently house elves heal quickly so they can still serve their master, a master who probably injured them in the first place."

Hermione took a deep, calming breath. "Sorry Harry, right sentiments but wrong time and place. I know you would never mistreat anyone, far less two elves who worship you. Oh, and we're in your house in Glasgow."

"Yes, that's where your emergency portkeys are set to bring you. I'm so glad I activated them, it was only seconds later the building collapsed. I assume Crabbe and Goyle didn't make it out? I would like to have asked them where Draco was, neither of those two can take a piss without his permission."

Harry glanced over to the other sofa where Emma appeared to be in tiny pieces, Dan on the other hand looked ready to take on Voldemort himself with nothing more than a cricket bat. "Are you guys ok?"

It was perhaps a stupid question but Dan answered it anyway. "No Harry, we're not. These bastards came after my family and I've spent the last few hours watching people we know being interviewed or led into ambulances."

Dan made a conscious attempt to soften his voice, Harry was the last person he wanted to be angry with. "Only your gift of watches and Hermione's necklace kept us from being buried under tons of rubble. This last few hours has been like sitting and watching your own obituary, how are we going to be able to return?"

Hermione offered a suggestion. "Should we return? It might be better if we wait until someone becomes rich by offing Voldemort."

The scene on the news had switched to one recorded earlier where some injured were being taken to hospital, Harry's decision was made.

"I'm going back. Voldemort is undoubtedly celebrating right now, I intend to spoil his party." His voice then took on an ominous quality. "Discovering I'm still alive might even see him kill a few of those who failed him today, save me the trouble."

No one in the room doubted Harry was serious in his conviction to make these death eaters pay.

-oOoOo-

The sergeant assigned the front desk of the Crawley police station thought he'd seen everything today, that was until his dentist walked in the door.

"Oh my god! Dan and Emma, am I glad to see you both. They're currently searching through the rubble for your bodies. How the hell did you get out of there?"

"That's a long story Bob, and not one we want to share at the front desk."

Sergeant Bob Macintosh nodded in understanding while his hand reached for the phone.

Harry's earlier prediction proved to be remarkably accurate. The four were led into an interview room while they waited on the police who would ask them the awkward questions. When the two men arrived, they had barely sat down when Amelia Bones entered.

Harry had predicted there was no way the ministry of magic wanted the answering questions and they would arrange any cover-up needed.

Amelia pulled some sort of ID out of her pocket before speaking. "I'm sorry gentlemen but this falls under my department's jurisdiction. This interview is over."

One of the two men sitting then took out his own ID and proceeded to shock everyone there. "I'm sorry Madam Bones but I think you'll find I outrank you on this matter."

Amelia was flabbergasted and appeared ready to reach for her wand when the man held up his hand in the universal sign for stop. "Your minister spoke to the prime minister, this led to John and I being dispatched to Crawley. Since John here would be considered a squib, as was my father, we are both well aware that the death eaters target today was Mr Potter here."

His partner explained their situation. "Our task is to work with you, the purpose being to ensure our country doesn't face another Crawley. Our government wants this problem dealt with quickly and we have a lot of resources that can be brought to bear on the matter."

As Amelia was the one who suggested Fudge contact the muggles, she could hardly turn down their help now. She should have surmised they wouldn't be content to just sit back and let them handle the situation. They had dead children on their hands, of course they were going to take action.

"My name is Steve Kirk, this is John Adams. You don't need to know what department we work for, just that we're on the same side here."

John took out his notebook. "We want to discover what really happened today and then we'll need your help to organise the Grangers' miracle survival. Only the sergeant at the desk has spoken to them, I assume you've already taken care of that issue?"

Amelia had the good grace to look embarrassed, she'd already obliviated that knowledge from the muggle on the way in.

Harry and Hermione told the story, including recognising Peter Pettigrew from the TV.

Steve gave his assessment of the situation. "You said those two lads were no more than muscle? They were probably sent in there to get your attention, disposable assets. I would guess they were having the place watched for your arrival, considering how closely the attack came after you entered the building."

Everyone agreed with that, it also answered another question Harry had. "I wondered where Malfoy was, I didn't recognise him amongst the attackers."

Hermione couldn't disagree with Harry's conclusion. She knew that Crabbe and Goyle's presence guaranteed Draco's involvement.

Amelia asked for photographs of the attackers, promising anyone recognised would be arrested and interviewed using truth serum. There would soon be aurors heading for the homes of Crabbe and Goyle.

-oOoOo-

The mood around the site of the disaster suddenly skyrocketed as whispers began to circulate about survivors being rescued from under the wreckage. When four figures wrapped in emergency blankets emerged from behind the police cordon, the cheering and clapping from the watchers and workers was thunderous.

All four had their clothes and appearance altered to appear as if they had spent hours trapped underground. Dan was thankful for this as he found a microphone stuck in his dirt-streaked face as they headed to the waiting ambulances.

Dan hadn't planned for this but thought it would be better to say something now. "While I am obviously blessed that my family survived this attack, our thoughts are with those families that weren't so fortunate. I refuse to let this attack affect me, or how I live my life. The animals who did this will surely be caught and justice done, of that I have no doubt. If you'll excuse me, I need to be with my family."

The applause started again as Dan had his arm around Emma and led her toward the ambulance, Harry and Hermione following in their wake.

The image of Daniel Granger, decrying the terrorist act before leading his family away, was an immensely powerful one. It was beamed around the world and watched by tens of millions of people. The signal it sent out was universal. If a mild-mannered dentist could thumb his nose at terrorists, then there was hope for everyone.

Crawley was still hurting but the Grangers' survival had certainly helped raise moral, Harry was just about to help some more.

-oOoOo-

Amelia and their new 'friends' John and Steve were waiting on them at Crawley Hospital, this eased their way through the admission and treatment process in record time. Harry then wanted to go and visit the people who were injured today.

Amelia caught on at once. "Harry, as much as I might agree with your sentiments, I can't allow this."

"Madam Bones, those people in here were injured today because the death eaters came after me. I'm already certain I'll suffer nightmares for years over the people who died because of this, I can't help them. The injured I can and will help."

Amelia was left struggling to answer this young wizard, it was easy to see everyone else here agreed with him. Truth be told, so did she. Harry then sealed the deal.

"Amelia, if it makes you feel any better, you can say you confiscated my wand. It can be in your possession for the entire visit."

She accepted the wand and tucked inside her jacket. All the injured were currently housed in the same ward for ease of treatment as the hospital's emergency procedures had swung into effect.

Amelia casually cast a confundus charm over the nursing station as Harry made straight for the nearest patient who happened to be a young girl.

Both parents appeared younger than Dan and Emma, but then the girl looked about half Hermione's age. It was hard to tell the little girl's age though, with one half of her face swathed in bandages.

Harry spoke directly to the little girl. "Hi, I'm Harry. What's your name?"

The girl's answer was barely above a whisper. "June."

"Well June, I'm going to ask you to trust me. I promise it won't hurt and your mum and dad will be here with you."

June's mum and dad currently couldn't move anything other than their eyeballs, she didn't know this and held on tight to her mum's hand.

Harry banished the bandages and dressing, revealing that the side of this beautiful little girl's face looked as if some savage animal had spent an afternoon chewing on it. Harry's hand slowly and gently made its way over the horrendous wound. The swelling began to dissipate as healthy skin grew to cover the repaired flesh underneath. There was the merest hint of a scar on June's cheek but you would really need to be looking for it before you saw it.

"It's better if you let your hair grow back naturally June. I want you to wear a hat for the rest of the summer to keep the sun off your face, the new skin will burn very easily."

It was with a look of wonderment that June raised her hand to her face and felt smooth skin once more. She could only nod about the hat before Harry bent down and kissed her forehead.

"You're a very brave girl June but I have to go and see other people, goodbye for now."

June's parents could suddenly move again and her sobbing mother soon had her little girl wrapped in her arms. Harry had June's tearful father grabbing him in a bear hug.

"Son, whatever you did there was amazing. How can we ever thank you?"

"Please just tell no one what happened here. Are you and your wife ok?"

"I was at work while Betty and June were out shopping. Betty's got a slash on her leg where flying glass sliced her, that had to be stitched but all our focus has been on June."

Harry noticed the woman's trouser leg was torn and bloody, he would get back to her if he was able.

John stopped to have a word with June and her parents as Harry led the group to the next bed. The injuries in the ward all appeared to be all cuts and blunt trauma, things Helga had taught him to deal with. Harry was erecting privacy wards around each bed as he did his best to help the victims of the death eater attack meant for him.

The most heart-wrenching was a young boy named David who, after being healed of his injuries, then wanted Harry to help his big sister. His mother had to explain that Debbie couldn't be helped, she then thanked Harry profusely for healing her son.

It required Hermione and Emma wrapping Harry in their arms as Harry blamed himself for David no longer having a big sister. He broke down as both mother and daughter offered what comfort they could.

Dan was standing with Amelia and Steve, all amazed at Harry's work. Their heart went out to him as he broke down, he attempted to explain Harry's reaction. "Hermione says Harry has a saving people thing. He wants to save everyone though and takes it personally when he can't. When his friends are in trouble, he doesn't hesitate but rushes to their aid. Voldemort used that against him today."

"I wonder if Voldemort realises what he's done?"

Both men were now glancing at the woman for an explanation. "He killed Harry's parents when he was just a toddler, today he went after the people Harry now thinks of as his family. Harry will react far harsher to that than he would an attempt on his own life."

Dan could certainly agree with that, Steve had a question for her though.

"What's the ministry's position on this matter?"

"Mr Kirk, ending this conflict is the main focus of my department, and probably the entire ministry"

Dan then asked Steve a question he wanted to know the answer to. "What is our government's position on this?"

He was deadly serious. "You get me this bastard's address, I can guarantee there will be a military 'accident' right on top of him. How isolated his location is will determine the size of the accident our planes deliver."

Amelia prided herself on being well versed on muggle technology, this was beyond her comprehension. "You can do that?"

"Amelia, our technology practically allows us to choose which window the bomb flies in, and allows us to film it too!"

Hermione and Emma had managed to get Harry back together again, that and there were still injured people he wanted to help.

Hermione went with him to the next casualty, an old woman with a frame keeping the bedcovers off her lower body. Falling masonry had broken both her legs and she was slipping in and out of consciousness due to the pain relief medication. Harry had vanished the casts and healed her, he was getting ready to move on to the next bed when an arthritic old hand reached for his.

"Sonny, I don't know what you did but thank you."

Harry took both the old lady's hands in his. "Ma'am, you're very welcome. I'm only sorry you were hurt in the first place. "

Hermione watched closely as the swelling in the old lady's joints disappeared while fingers that probably hadn't straightened in years now achieved that feat.

Before he could move on to the next patient, Hermione had him in a hug again. "I'm so proud of you, and I've also made my mind up. This is what I want to do too, can you teach me?"

He gave her a gentle kiss. "Hermione, even sharing memories it will take years."

"Harry, I don't plan on going anywhere. I'm looking forward to those years!"

Emma stood back and observed as Harry magically healed people while John followed on, explaining he was from the government and they could never talk about this. Amelia was using her magic to ensure no one interfered with the work Harry was doing and this raised an obvious question in Emma's mind. Why couldn't it be like this all the time?

A/N Thanks for reading.