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Embers Ignited
Poppy Pomfrey had a cold fury inside her that she was struggling to contain. She didn't care if this child was the last Potter, she didn't care if this was the child that had saved their world. What she did care about, was this child and what had been done to her and by Merlin, heads were going to roll. She quickly guided Severus through the halls to the infirmary, almost dragging him in her haste.
"James said he was sorry", Severus mumbled as she guided him to place the child on the bed. Harisa, the name seemed to emblazon across her mind, as if compelling her to only refer to the child "Harisa" by name. She had a name, Magic wove through her skin. Harisa, it was her name, it would not be forgotten.
"What was that?", she questioned Severus. "James Potter, I heard his voice", Severus choked back a sob. She watched as Severus tenderly brushed his fingers across Harissa's forehead, a golden aura surrounding both the man and child. Unnoticed by Severus, so lost in his own thoughts. A bond, the shock quickly snapped her out of her reverie, and as she looked into his eyes, seeing a haunted loss, Poppy knew she could not tell him. Well not now anyway, she thought to herself. She knew Severus. She knew the man almost better than he knew himself and he would fight it. Fight the Magic's of which he had no control, disbelieving of his own worth. So no, Poppy thought, she would not tell him.
Poppy shook herself and focussed on the task at hand. Casting diagnostic spells, her ire only increased. "Mimsy" she called out to her personal house elf. "Mimsy is here, whats can I"….. Poppy cut her elf off, abruptly. Ignoring the flicker of hurt that crossed the small elf's features. Harisa's protection was more important. Harisa needed those around her to be strong. To ignore what was easy, to do what was right. Burning the world if they must, consequences be damned.
"Mimsy I need you to take this note straight to Amelia Bones, I don't care if you interrupt a meeting. I don't care if you interrupt her dinner. I don't even care if she is in the shower, you will make sure she knows to be here immediately if not sooner or she will feel my wrath." Feeling sure she knew where Amelia would be, Poppy grinned to herself. She would not be swayed from her path. She had an honour to uphold.
"Meddling old coot", Poppy mumbled under her breath. "Boy-who-bloody-lived. Bastard". She'd show him what he could do with his greater good. She'd gouge his stupid, twinkling eyes out. A sudden flame of rage flashed in her eyes as her thoughts strayed back to Harisa. No one does this to a child, NO ONE does this to Harisa and gets away with it. Oh yes, heads were going to roll. The world was going to burn. An ember was ignited. No stupid twinkly old goat was going to stop her.
Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or DMLE as it was commonly known, was currently trying to reign in her temper. All she wanted, was to be home, with a nice glass of wine and not think about the fact that her charge Susan would not be there. Susan was now at Hogwarts, and she missed her terribly. She massaged her temples in the hopes to ease the migraine she was sure was brewing.
So instead of having a wallow and reminiscing on her happy memories with Susan, instead of treating herself to a luxury of a bath and a glass of wine, she was at the Ministry of Magic. Worse. She was stuck in a meeting with Cornelius Fudge, pompous, idiotic, fool, Minister of Magic, and Lucius Malfoy, slimy, arrogant prick. The last people in Wizarding Britain that she would want to be in a room with. And of course, as always, Delores Umbridge was there, simpering away at Cornelius. It was sickening. How anyone could stand her, Amelia had no idea. Insipid toad she thought viciously.
She almost sighed with relief when the house elf popped up in front of her. Shoving an envelope into her hand, Amelia vaguely noticed that the elf looked slightly terrified as it hurriedly popped a way. A howler she thought furiously, who in Merlin's name sent her a howler. Oh heads were going to roll. Somebody was going to get a piece of her mind. You do not send Amelia Bones head of the DMLE a howler, not if you value your life. Heads were going to roll.
AMELIA SUSAN BONES YOU WILL GET TO HOGWARTS INFIRMARY RIGHT NOW. She heard Poppy Pomfrey's voice. Shock, confusion, what in Merlin's…. Poppy sent a howler… PAY ATTENTION, AMELIA. I DO NOT GIVE A MERLINS WHAT YOU ARE DOING. YOU WILL COME STRAIGHT THROUGH THE INFIRMARY FLOO. YOU WILL ALSO HAVE A TEAM OF AURORS INVESTIGATE THE THIRD FLOOR FOR WHAT COULD CAUSE A MOST HORRIBLE DEATH. WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, I MEAN NOW. AND IF CORNELIUS AND WHOEVER ELSE IS LISTENING, EVEN THINKS OF INFORMING DUMBLEDORE, I WILL MAKE THEM FONDLY REMINISCE FOR THE DAYS OF YOU-KNOW-WHO BEFORE I TURN THEM INSIDE OUT AND FORCE FEED THEM TO A DEMENTOR. AND THAT GOES DOUBLE FOR THE LITTLE TOAD. MOVE. NOW AMELIA. NOW
Amelia jumped, watching on with shock as the howler then proceeded to blow a raspberry at Delores before exploding. What in Merlin's name is going on Amelia wondered, ignoring Cornelius and Lucius as she walked briskly out the room. Just what in Merlin's name was GOING ON. "KINGSLEY, RUFUS", she yelled, almost walking into them in her haste. "Right you two are with me, we are going to Hogwarts. Form a team for the third floor, and leave four more on guard for those idiots", she said jabbing her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the room she had just exited. "And where is Moody, I want him here yesterday." Her commands issued, she paused only a moment in the flames before flooing to her destination.