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The healers - 2 parts- Part 1

A Pixie's Healing

Although Rabastan was lying down, he nearly jumped out the bed when Jeanie came into the room, immediately followed by staring at Grant with puzzlement, what? And who was this witch, no it could not be, this witch was a replica of Tante Mathilde, of her portrait at the entrance to the great ballroom, in that portrait, she was around twenty. No, she couldn't be, could she?

"Excusez-moi pour demander, mais connaissez-vous quelqu'un appelé Mathilde Lestrange? Et pardonnez-moi encore une fois, mais le nom Mathilde de L'etolie est-il familier? Sa famille est venue près de Dijon, en Bourgogne."( Excuse me for asking but do you know someone called Mathilde Lestrange? and pardon me once again, but does the name Mathilde de L'Etoile sound familiar? Her family came from near Dijon, in Burgundy. * Rabastan blurbed, not realizing that he was speaking in French.

"La mère de la grand-mère s'appelait Mathilde, mais je ne connais pas son nom de mariage. De L'Etoile est l'un des noms de ma famille. Je pense que j'ai rencontré tante Mathilde quand nous sommes allés en France. J'avais quatre ou cinq ans, nous sommes allés à un manoir d'été, un palais vraiment, près de Dijon."(My mother's great aunt's name was Mathilde, but I don't know her married name. De L'Etoile is one of my family's names. I think I met Aunt Mathilde when we visited France. I was four or five, we went to a summer mansion, really a palace, near Dijon.) Jeanie spoke fluent French; her father was half French, and her mother was at least one quarter.

Everyone spoke French with the exception of Muctis, Remus and Harry, so needless to say the room occupants were all surprised by this development.

After a short conversation, and to both their amazement, Rabastan and Jeanie figured out that Jeanie, Kelly and her parents had stopped by the Lestrange summer home when Jeanie was not even five and Kelly was 2 ½ years younger.

Tante Mathilde must have been over one hundred years old, and had come for a visit, but she wasn't old, or not that much. Jeanie had never been told that the relatives were magical, how odd. Mathilde had later died during an attack at her home, presumably murdered by robbers. Jeanie didn't think that Rabastan was a blood relation, nevertheless the knowledge imparted today opened further questions as to why her family had gone there.

She was now convinced of the theory that you only meet people with a maximum of five degrees of separation. Less than a month ago neither Grant nor her, knew of a world of magic, now, they were right in the middle of it, and finding out they might actually belonged to it. She couldn't wait to face their parents and now understood the nature of Grant's upset. The encounter would not be nice. She was getting upset; so much for her trying to appease her husband saying it wasn't a big deal. Her parents had a lot to explain, indeed.

►∞◄A Pixie's Job is never done ►∞◄

So busy were the adults in the exchange that every one missed the Healer Pixies getting ready for action, and the one who was being assessed as a patient.

"Don't you think you should wait for your parents?" Sirius spoke rather loud, hoping to call the others' attention.

He was a little concerned, the children sat next to him. Not really sat, they knelt on the bed, and Mimi and Draco were pushing him back on the pillow, quite forcefully, poking and probing as if they were real healers. Sirius was really weak and could hardly keep them in check. All the magic spent in his transforming and running as Padfoot, had left him depleted of strength, and now at the mercy of the pint size healers.

"Be a good wizard and close your eyes. Healer Pixie tells the sick pixies to close the eyes while she does the acsamination, (examination), and tells them 'relacks.' (relax)." Mimi ordered the big Pixie, Sirius Black. She sounded assertive and quite ready to enforce her commands.

"Arry, you do as Shadow, ramamber?"

Everyone was now paying attention and quiet; Rabastan didn't know whether to look at Jeanie or the act going on next to him.

He was seized by old memories. The little witch reminded him of a summer long ago. Oh, yes, the little girl… The one that told Rodolphus that she would be his wife. He still dreamed of those magical days. But she hadn't been as blond, her hair was a darker shade. Dolphus had reminded him that their wife would be Cissy, and little Rabastan had been crossed for days. They fought for years when he threatened to look for their 'wife.'

He smiled at the memory and remembered, wife? Ah, yes, Dolphus wanted to appease him; had performed the ceremony that he read from an old scroll; they'd stood by the old altar where they had bonded? Had his parents found them, and were they upset? Nah, that was a dream or was it? Something had blocked it. He was sure there were photos at his parents' home. He puzzled, why had he forgotten it all until now?

Meanwhile, Sirius closed his eyes, his lips upturned in a smile, he decided to 'let them.'

"Uncle Siri, this is a kinda pretend to make you all bedderr. We learned this in a magical book with dinstructions, ok? Daddy read to Arry so he can be a healer pixie. This is siriuous, don't laugh." Mimi sounded more than a little annoyed.

"The book was written to teach little wizards and witches to behave at the healers, and follow instructions, that was the bit of 'dinstructions.'" Jeanie whispered to Rabastan, who smiled. Yes, he knew of the book and had forgotten how wonderful children were.

Draco pressed his fingers over Sirius' lips, an attempt to erase the smile, and tried his earnest to lower the corners of his naughty cousin's mouth. His face was set in deep concentration, tight lips and turning red; overall a little angry at his big cousin for disobeying the Healer Pixie's request. In the book, everyone obeyed the Healer, and did what they were told.

Harry appeared disappointed and shook his head, rather irritated with his godfather's disobedience and sighed.

Sirius wanted to belly laugh, poor his little cousin, this little bird was very bossy. Wait, what if she grew up to be a beauty like her mother, or to have her father's looks…hmm, then Draco, the enforcer, would be quite lucky. She was good and even Harry was following her lead without any questions. He would set the boys straight as soon as he was able.

For a moment, everyone had the desire to laugh but controlled their emotions. Albeit Rabastan thought the group was mad, he went along with the game. Yeah, he kind of remembered the Healer Pixie books, they had been around forever. They were written to teach little magical children good manners and correct behavior.

"Ok, Shadoo and Lit do you ramember when Healer Pixie touched the almost smashed birdie, the red-robin-doo?" Sirius was laughing inside, laughter that was bubbling up in his stomach, until the little witch touched his forehead, "like this," and tapped Sirius forehead twice, tap, tap, and he was sleep."And red-robin-doo went to sleep."

Everyone saw the burst of magic, as a stream of light came out of her finger, and Sirius fell back, totally relaxed, onto the pillow.

Rab was now paying close attention. He had never seen something of the sort, this was pure magic performed by small children. The view just filled him with awe. Hope was blooming inside of him, he was convinced that Dolphus would heal.

Lucius stood by Sirius and had just gone inside his mind using Legilimance. He was amazed when he felt a calming wave, and Sirius' senses were going out like a light. He was puzzled at what he found in Sirius' mind. It resembled a room full of dark blocks; there were not running memories, it was an empty room, just cold and it felt very sad, how curious. It had to do with the presence of the children or the perception created by one of them, or by someone in the room performing Occlumancy on the patient as a mean of protection, specifically, to prevent that the children would encounter unpleasant memories.

►∞◄A Pixie must improvise and be aware at all times►∞◄

"Now we do the love-healing-charns (charms) like Healer Pixie did for red-robin-boo and like we did to Arry-Shadoo. It is like when you Traco-Lit, and me-Healer Pixie got Shadoo all bedderr, ramembered?"

Mimi's eyes were on the new Pixie helper, making sure he understood; Draco noticed, hence he touched the Healer and nodded with understanding.

Just as Healer Pixie had kissed Light, her boyfriend, to call healing-love, Healer Mimi leaned and gave Draco a small kiss. In the book, showing love for others and demonstrating affection invoked the power of love for good healing magic.

Lucius could feel warmth coming into Sirius and also some apprehension. He could see shadowy blobs behind the blocks. It was as if they were trying to hide farther back into the prevailing darkness.

Just as she had done during Harry's healing, Mimi got on her knees and casted the healing spell, now memorized, it sounded like a chant, "Ai, ao, blue, gold, and white, erase all hurt away. Ai, ao, white, gold, and blue, silver, water and gold, happiness, love, and blood, and so Mote it be." She repeated and made symbols over him with both hands. Draco was repeating the words with her since he had also memorized them; Harry repeated the chant after them.

All their hair was flying around and crackling with magic, the little witch's hair was alive, the curls framed her delicate beauty. Everyone agreed that the beauty of the children at that moment was not from this world, and they all thought that Mimi's appearance was just wonderful.

The adults were all in awe, and, yes, this also included Rabastan.

A multicolored light circle first appeared around the bed. Blue, gold, white, silver and red lights were firing in rapid succession and forming spirals around Sirius's body, and his body levitated just above the bed. It was held inside a moving spring made of sparkling lights. As the lights went around him, a shapeless dark vapor rose from his body and the lights dissipated as it came out.

Rabastan rubbed his eyes twice, certain that he was going mad. The other room occupants, felt the very strong and soothing magic. His terror started to lessen; and the first time in nearly three years, he didn't fear the Dementors.

Serpens and Thallia's pain over the unfair death of their son, grandson and their spouses greatly diminished and was replaced with the joy of the children. Whatever magic was being performed, was experienced by everyone to a certain degree.

It reminded Serpens about the stories about great mages and enchantresses, who would perform healing and other good magic around crowds. The attendance was by invitation and all would benefit to a certain degree. It wasn't a story, it was true, he was now sure after being here. The trio was working together and generating positive energy out the thin air, pure undiluted MAGIC.

Mimi, once again made the symbols of yesterday, just as in the book. Narcissa was paying close attention, and she memorized it. She needed to draw it, and maybe it would be a known symbol. The moving book did show the Pixie doing hand motions. Healer Pixie Granger drew a Heart over Serus-robin-boo, for love, and she drew the H, D and H, in that order, for the three healers, and an S for her injured Serus-robin-boo.

Now she improvised, "Healer Pixie and Shadoo and Lit, want their uncle Pixie Serus-robin-boo to get all bedderr."

The helpers improvised as well, "We make uncle Seri-robin-boo all most bestess with Healer Pixie Granger."

As with Harry before, Hermione, Draco, and now Harry repeated what the Pixies had done in the book.

In the book, Shadow was waiting on the floor with a shoe ready to smash whatever came out. Their eyes were all still closed. A breeze was blowing all through the room, Dobby and four of the house-elves stood by the door. All were in one knee with their hands together, Severus and Remus saw them, they had never seen something like it before, neither had anyone else. It appeared as if the house-elves were joining with the pixies since the lights were traveling to and from them.

This time something was different, Sirius was still out, but tears were rolling down his cheeks. And as yesterday, each pulled something out each ear. It was a thick stream of black smelly sludge, just like yesterday, but this one was full of wiggling things. Both of the kids were giggling, as it was coming out. Harry was smashing it with his shoe, releasing sparks with each hit.

Lucius' face was glowing, inside a feeling of peace was coating his heart. His arm was tingling, weird and soothing at the same time. His left arm was burning, as if something was melting. It was all good.

"Gross, yuck," Harry exclaimed. The thing was longer than yesterday, but could not get far with Harry smashing as it came out.

All of a sudden, it seemed to gather momentum and jumped in the form of a sludge snake that wrapped around Lucius' ankle. Lucius complained with a groan...his leg was on fire.

Severus very aware after the thing attacked him yesterday, ran between Harry and Lucius. It was now clear to him that the children weren't strong enough to work on their own.

Although it didn't slow down, Harry proved to be resourceful and strong. In the book, Pixie Shadow cast a shadow over the form and the shadow turned into a net. Harry cast a shadow with his hand, and just like in the book it turned into a net, the adults couldn't believe the intuitive magic without wands. How was Harry able to cast shadows that turned into a net? The net made out of transparent strings resembling a fence, trapped the thing inside and pulled it off Lucius' leg.

Severus kept his wand pointed just in case but there was no need. Draco, closely following the action, jumped by Harry and moved his hands over the net just as Pixie Light had done in the book. The net lit up, sparkled and crackled with magic and, as during the day before, it turned the thing into a bug, a kind of fly; finally changing into something like a centipede with wings.

Once again, Severus, now ready, put it inside a vial and sealed it with a ward. A sight of relief could be heard around the room.

The room was quiet. The entire process had taken but 10 minutes, and the adults were now trying to assimilate what had happened.

Grant was proud of his two children, his heart bursting with pride. He felt drunk with happiness, a similar feeling to the one when he first kissed Jeanie, or the days after their first shag, or the day that she told him that she was pregnant.

Jeanie was feeling some of the same, she squeezed her beloved Grant's hand, and for the first time understood the explanation behind Draco's choosing their daughter as a mate. It needed to happen to save these young men, to wake up the power that otherwise could have even been lost. And even better, they gained a son, their family had grown...magically.

The kids were looking at Sirius, who was still sleep. Hermione's face was deep in concentration, biting her bottom lip, "Ah," she exclaimed, twirled her little finger and tapped Sirius' forehead twice.

Lucius who was still inside of the Sirius' block room, felt himself pulled out but not before he witnessed the new room. It was now a garden full of light, some shadowed corners, and a few blocks left but not many. It was no longer cold, and it felt more peaceful.

Sirius opened his eyes; he said nothing, just sat and opened his arms to gather the three children close to him. "Thanks, thanks Healer Pixies, I am eternally grateful, I have not felt this well since June 10, 1980, the day Harry was born."

Sirius's face was no longer tormented, "I cannot explain, it is just wonderful; even hurts from long ago, from my mother, they are all better. I remember them but they have lost their sting." He addressed the other room occupants.

Healer Muctis Jr. was writing away; he felt very privileged to be here and wished for his father to get here fast. He went forward and checked Sirius over, no fever, his chest no longer rattled, and the teeth potion had done its work twice as fast. The color was better, and his health aura showed no darkness or if any, it was not much. He was a now a very healthy young man.

The house-elves were looking at the children with loving admiration. Lucius hadn't spoken, yet. There was no need. He was, now, surer than ever, that if not his children, his grandchildren would rule the Wizarding world; the powers displayed here were the stuff of legends. He was certain that years into the future, children would read about the Healer Pixies and would wish to have met them.

Rabastan shyly asked, "My turn? Dear Healer Pixie Granger, are you ready for you next patient, or should you tend to Dolphus first? I can wait." He smiled hopefully, he wanted what Sirius got. Maybe they had died, and this was after death, but if so, it was good. The children were certainly angelical beings, innocent and good. He waited for an answer.

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A/N While he waits in the next chapter we will find out what happened to the Dursleys. How about it? By the way I am not sure I'd had liked to be in the room with the Pixies and see the spooky thing coming out their ears.

Just about now, as I have in the past, I will honor all my reviewers. Many thanks for your words and interest, and many to the all readers as well. Me.