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Defiance of Fate

Chapter 2 – Making Rounds

"Hello there," Harry said pleasantly.

The healer looked up. "Hello," he said just as pleasantly. When his eyes met Harry's, he looked serious for a moment, a flicker of recognition before it flitted away. Then his eyebrows rose when he saw the crates Harry had with him. "What's this?"

"Thought I'd bring some extra blood replenishers I made," Harry said. He levitated a case across. "Can't have too many."

"Ain't that the sad truth," the other healer said. He took the case and pulled out a vial, holding it up to a light globe. "Looks good. You made these?"

"Yup, made them yesterday. Been keeping busy. I brought over a big supply of ingredients and started making extra replenishers, pain potions, the usual stuff."

The man whistled. "These look like they were made in a decent lab. You must be good at potions."

"Not if you talked to my professor at school," Harry said and the two laughed. "Though I got a lot better when I began my early apprenticeship."

"When did you do that?"

"Started spending a lot of time in my school's Infirmary at the end of my first year of school, formally became an apprentice starting my second. So age twelve? Things are different in the States right?"

The man nodded. "Oh yeah. Depending on where you are in the States, certain schools open up when you're younger but most go through general school roughly a couple years before you guys do in the UK. If you do Healing classes early at some of the schools, you don't have to do as much after you graduate from your general education."

"There are Healing programs after Hogwarts and other schools for us but I was a bit of a special case, being an apprentice so early."

"Hey if you know what you want to do early, might as jump in." He held his hand out. "Thanks a lot for these. Let me know if I can ever return the favor on stock or whatever. My name's Jack Wilder, Senior Healer for the US unit."

"Harry Potter. I'm…a healer attached to the UK unit." He shook his hand.

"Pleased to meet you. I was a little worried about our logistics. We're farther away from home and I know we can draw on ICW resources but it's good to have a supply."

"It looks like you run an organized Hospital." Harry admired the layout of the medical tent. Beds were arranged neatly and two large healing tables with equipment laid out were off to one side with clear access from the entryway.

"Every bit matters when you're in a war setting," Jack said frankly. "Learned that lesson the hard way."

"Yeah it does," Harry agreed softly.

Jack looked at him carefully. "You're a bit young to sound like that if you don't mind me saying. I know we age gracefully and all with magic but you look like you even shave much yet."

Harry laughed. "I do. If I don't, it comes out patchy and awful. No, this is my first ICW engagement but I've been through things myself."

"Ah, right." Jack looked sheepish. "Sorry, didn't put two and two together." He glanced at Harry's UK patch.

"No problem," Harry said smoothly. "I'm visiting the other hospital tents and introducing myself so I better be off. Nice to meet you."

"Thanks again and seriously, if you need anything, just holler." Jack watched him leave and shook his head. It was not until after he left did the older healer recognize the eyes that Harry had. He had seen them before, just typically not on someone that young.

"No wonder he made so many," Jack said to himself, looking at the crate. There were twenty vials in the crate and each vial was several doses. Harry had several cases with him. Jack shook his head again. "Damn," he swore softly.

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"Thank you, but this is not necessary," the senior healer from the German unit said. He pushed the crate back at Harry. "We have more than enough and I do not trust the health of my soldiers to others without proving their abilities."

Harry nodded. That was reasonable of course. "No problem. Just trying to help."

"Your help is not needed," the man said stiffly.

A few others in the tent frowned at him though no one said anything out loud. One medi-witch gave Harry an apologetic smile.

"Well, feel free to let us know if you need anything," Harry said.

The senior healer had already turned his back on Harry, pointedly ignoring him. The other medi-magicals seemed embarrassed by their head's behavior but Harry kept a placid look on, showing that he was not insulted.

The senior healer for the African units had accepted the potions readily, speaking to Harry with thanks and appreciation. The senior healer of the units from Asia also accepted them after discussing how they were made. Satisfied they did not cross any cultural differences, she gratefully accepted the extra potions.

His last stop was the main ICW hospital tent and they too happily accepted the extra potions. He was still talking to a medi-witch when he heard someone greet him. He turned and smiled. "Hello Sophie, good to see you."

"And you," she smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"Dropping off some extra potions. The ones you saw me making yesterday."

"That is very kind of you. Sadly, I am sure they will be needed."

"Yeah. Almost everyone was happy to get them."

She frowned. "Who would be upset at extra potions?"

"The senior healer for the German unit."

"Ah, I have heard our senior healer complain about him many times. He is very stubborn and quite rude."

"He wasn't pleasant, no. You getting your wounds checked?"

"Mmhmm. A precaution but unnecessary in my opinion. I feel quite well. You are a talented healer."

He grinned. "Thank you. I had a really good mistress teaching me. I noticed that there really wasn't a French hospital tent so much as just a recovery one. Do you primarily see the ICW healers?"

"A lot of the ICW healers and medi-magicals are French," she explained. "Since France has always had close ties with the ICW, we usually do not differentiate our medical tents really. Same with countries that send small units or representatives. They either go to the main ICW one or usually the ones from the same continent will cluster together. Countries that have big enough units usually have their own separate hospitals but most healers go around as needed."

"And in big engagements, most come through the main ICW one for triage and immediate care and are sent to their specific tents for recovery or extended care. That makes sense," Harry mused. "Must get complicated sometimes though, trying to find a specific patient."

"It can yes. But this system was the compromise with so many different countries and customs."

"I'll have to talk to the ICW heads then. See if I can help out here when I can."

"You are not the senior of your unit?" Sophie asked with surprise.

"No. There's a senior healer and three medi-magicals that are medics too. I'm…kind of tagging along sort of." He smiled at her look of confusion. "I'm slightly outside the roster. Special assignment technically."

"Treating you special?" she asked with a teasing tone.

His smile faltered. "Sort of," he said. "Oh, there's the ICW Senior, if you'll excuse me." He nodded at her before approaching the senior healer.

Sophie watched him leave before heading to one of the examination tables. A healer she was friends with came over and did her checkup. "Everything is healing nicely," she said. "You'll be back to active duty in a day or so."

"That's good," Sophie said but her attention was elsewhere.

The healer followed her friend's line of sight. "I must admit, he doesn't look like a coward."

"I don't understand Emily," Sophie said softly. "He says things oddly. Enough to draw notice and he really does seem very nice. Why would they call him that?"

"Can you write to your relatives and ask?"

"I plan on doing so."

A sudden noise cut through the air. It was loud and shrill, a shriek not unlike the scream of a kettle boiling over but magnified one hundred times. People immediately stopped speaking and the ICW senior shouted. "Casualties coming in! Ready stations!"

Emily left her friend and rushed over as well as all the medi-magicals in the tent. Harry undid the bandanna wrapped around his wrist and tied it around his head. "Where do you want me?"

The senior looked at him. "Assist me at triage." He looked at the aide that ran into the tent. "What are we expecting?"

"Several squads got into a skirmish with the enemy," the aide reported. "Enemy driven off but several wounded. They're on the way. Portkeys should be arriving momentarily."

"Clear the arrival point," the senior ordered and waved his wand. A large area at the front of the hospital tent gleamed at the wide area cleansing charm. Another wave made all the light globes flare brightly.

The air thrummed with energy and a flicker of motion and light heralded the arrival of a portkey. A medic was crouched and held the portkey in his hands. Cords tied several people who were lying prone to the portkey. "Priority!" the medic shouted, pointing at one wizard. "Took a shattering curse point blank."

The senior hissed. "Get him stable," he said to a waiting medi-wizard. "I'll be right there."

The medi-wizard nodded and levitated the injured wizard. The man's chest was an utter mess of robes and skin and bone. The medi-wizard took him to one of the large treatment beds and began to incant spells over him.

"Lots of cuts and lacerations, loss a lot of blood," Harry said checking the next. "Broken limbs and burns on the third. Rejuvenation charms can tide the third over, and burn cream. Cuts to heal and blood replenisher for the second."

"Agreed," the senior said, grateful for the assistance.

"Rodriguez! He's dropping!" the medi-wizard called, trying to stabilize the first grievously wounded man.

"Second portkey incoming!" another aide called. Light began to shimmer at the portkey point.

"I can handle it," Harry said to Rodriguez, clearly torn.

The senior nodded. "Call if you need. My second should be here soon." He rushed over and joined the medi-wizard in casting. The wizard's chest undulated as bones began to reknit themselves and skin healed.

The second portkey arrived. Like the first, a medic held the object and cords were tied to two prone forms. A third cradled an arm to his chest but was able to touch the portkey without assistance.

"Any more portkeys coming?" Harry asked as he cast his diagnostic charms.

"No," the medic said, shaking her head. "These are the last of the majorly wounded. We have a few coming in under their own power later. This one's the worst here."

Harry nodded. "Half his body has been crushed. We'll need to stabilize him and put his chest and legs in stasis while the bones can regrow. Vanish, skelegrow, stasis and observe." Two medi-magicals took the man away.

"Internal bleeding and damaged organs." Harry winced at the report. "Some are rupturing in real time, delayed curse."

"I'll take over," Emily said, running in. "I'm rated high for internal injuries and healing."

"Go, and any others with experience assist her." Two more medi-magicals assisted the healer into taking the injured with to a healing station.

Harry turned to the last man who stood there favoring his arm. Large puncture wounds peppered his arm and the skin crawled visibly. Harry stared at the readings from the diagnostic charm. "You got something in you."

"It feels like it," the man said through gritted teeth. "Some bastard threw these things at me. Broke my shield charm and a few made it through and literally chewed through my robes. It feels awful."

"Try to extract and vanish," Harry said to the medic as he placed a stasis line at the man's shoulder.

The man screamed and his arm shook but not from his own efforts. "That fucking hurts! I feel like my arm is going to break!"

"They're resisting extraction and I can't vanish them!" the medic cried.

"Stop! I know what they are!" Harry looked around. "Who has cursebreaking experience?"

"Someone in my squad does!" Sophie shouted as she ran. "I'll go get her!"

"What is it?" Rodriguez said as he ran over. His second had arrived with reinforcements and had taken over healing the first man.

"Bone-biters," Harry said grimly. "Ghastly things. They chew through flesh and attach themselves to your bones. They'll eat through your bones before digging into your heart."

"Joder!" Rodriguez gasped. "That's Dark!"

"Yeah. A cursebreaker runic array will make them inert and then we can get rid of them. Any attempts at removal or vanishing will make them go berserk and eat faster. I put a stasis line on your shoulder in case but I rather not amputate."

"Me too," the man joked feebly.

Sophie came back with Leena in tow. The second witch came running over, opening the flap to her bag. "You need a cursebreaker?"

"We need a canceling runic array at both ends of the arm," Harry said.

"To stop anything in between?" Leena blanched when Harry explained. "Bone-biters," she hissed. "It will be best if someone else works in tandem. Do you know the runes?"

"Only the base cancellation ones and protective ones."

"Good enough, we can use them but double them. Will work fine." She removed a set of tools from her bag and Harry sterilized them with a charm. "What do we use as a medium?"

"Patient's blood will be best," Harry said. "Since the biters are daubed in it and it'll be a solid anchor for the magic to go into his arm." He turned to the wizard. "Are you okay with that?"

"Whatever you need to do," the wizard gasped. "Get these fucking things out of me and save my arm please!"

Rodriguez carefully extracted some of the patient's blood and put it in a flat container. He then had the patient lie on the bed, extending his arm. Leena took an inscribing tool and gave Harry one. "Which alphabet do you use for runes?"

"I'll copy you. We want protection, cleansing, and dispel right?"

"Right." Leena scratched out the three runes onto a piece of parchment. Harry did a quick practice and she nodded. "I'll call out and we both inscribe the same one at the same time."

"Call it," Harry said and took position at the man's shoulder.

"Protection," Leena said as she drew the rune on the man's wrist in his blood. She waited for Harry to finish. "Cleansing. Dispel." She repeated the runes as she drew them and Harry followed her order. When they finished the first array, they started a second one. At first the wizard groaned with pain, the bone-biters fighting against the runic magic. However, as they wrote more runes the bone-biters lost magical power and he sighed in relief as they stilled.

"They are inert," Leena said as she checked with her wand.

Rodriguez, the first medic, and Harry carefully removed the bone-biters from the man's arms. They looked like shards of bone but carved in an arrow shape with tiny maws full of sharp teeth. They removed six of them in total and Rodriguez began casting regrowth and rejuvenation charms. "Your arm will need some time to heal. There's still some taint from the Dark magic but you will recover fully," he said with relief.

The wizard sighed with relief too. "Thank you so much. Is it okay if I keep one? It won't come back to life and go after me again, will it?"

"I'd recommend putting it into a sealed bottle but should be fine," Leena said.

"Thanks. It'll be an interesting story to share one day." He offered Harry his uninjured hand. "Thank you so much."

Harry shook it. "Of course. Glad to help."

The man thanked Leena, the medic, and Rodriguez too before lead off by a medi-witch to a recovery bed. Rodriguez turned to Harry. "How did you recognize those things? I've served for a long time and never came across them before."

Harry's face twisted. "Seen them a few times before. There was a period of time where I saw loads of Dark stuff."

Rodriguez clapped him on the shoulder. "Well, I'm glad you were here today. Any time you want to be in the main tent you come over. You were a real asset. Thank you." He left to check on the other patients.

"Thanks for coming," Harry said to Leena. "And getting her," he said to Sophie.

"Cannot say I expected to see them," Leena said with disgust. "I did dives in southeast Asia and they were unfortunately popular in tombs there. Glad I could help."

"We should probably leave a list of runes here to help future patients. If someone is throwing them around now then they'll probably show up later too."

"And Heaven help someone who gets struck in the head or chest and there is no one for immediate care." Leena shuddered. "I will write out the runes and the basic arrays for others to use before other cursebreakers arrive."

Harry nodded before he reached for a pocket on his chest. He felt his communication mirror vibrate and he fished it out. "Yes?"

"You should come back to the unit," Vance's voice emerged from the mirror, sounding faintly amused. "Your favorite patient here is kicking up a fuss."

"Sounds serious," Harry smiled. "On my way."

"Favorite patient?" Sophie repeated, intrigued.

"Yeah. He normally doesn't get injured really but he likes to complain when he does, especially when it's fairly minor," Harry said. "He's prickly but a good person. Besides, there's a good reason for me to see him."

"What's that?" Sophie asked

"He's really the only friend that came over with me," Harry said as he left.

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"About time you showed up, Potter. I could have been bleeding out and dying while you took your time."

Harry smiled as he walked up to the indignant dark-skinned man. "I'm sure Corner would've taken care of you if it was that serious, Blaise."

Blaise Zabini rolled his eyes. "As if I'd trust him. He has it out for me you know."

Harry waved his wand. "How do you figure that?"

"Because he's her ex. He's just waiting for the chance to do me in. Revenge you know."

Harry snorted. "It's been years since they dated and you technically never dated her so I think you're safe. Were you in that engagement that brought all the wounded in?"

Blaise nodded. "Long distance support. We got stuck in and pushed the enemy back. Took the position and sent them off."

"How'd you get injured if you were long distance support?"

"A tosser took a potshot at us and we tumbled down the cliffside. Just some bruises and scrapes, aside from whatever I'm suffering from of course."

"Dislocated shoulder and bumps and scrapes, nothing major."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one suffering."

Harry smirked. "Someone could have easily set it for you, without magic even."

"We're wizards, what's the point of doing anything without magic?"

"You do it to look cool. Oh I see, no one you wanted to look cool in front of."

"You know me so well," Blaise said. "Besides, I have to let you do things to feel useful."

"I guess you know me well too," Harry said and poked Blaise's arm with his wand. Blaise sighed easily when his shoulder realigned and he rotated it carefully. Harry tapped the bruises and they healed, blood dissipating and inflammation receding.

"Thanks," Blaise said. "How bad was it in the medical tent?"

"Saw some nasty things. Bone-biters if you can believe it. I think we didn't lose anyone thankfully. Managed to heal and stabilize. I don't know about casualties in the field though."

Blaise made a face at the bone-biters. "Fuck those things. If I see someone throwing them around, I'm taking them out." He rolled his neck. "I think there were a few killed in action, but the enemy lost more than we did. Not too bad all things considered."

Harry sighed. "It's certainly a big change when you can say we lost a few and still say not too bad."

"Well, this war is bigger," Blaise said slowly. "And we know less people in it. It helps, somewhat."

"I hate that you're right."

They lapsed into silence for a few moments.

"So, meet any cute witches?" Blaise asked.

Harry laughed. "Subtle conversational shift."

"It was a legitimate one and something I am interested in."

"Aren't you pining over someone back home right now?"

Blaise looked offended. "I am a Zabini and a Zabini does not pine."

"Look at wantingly? Despondently? Unrequitedly?"

"None of the above and just because there might be someone I have some somewhat affectionate feelings for, that does not mean I don't like to look at a pretty woman," he sniffed.

"That's not what your mum said."

"You leave my mother out of this. And she would never tell me not to look at beauty. We're Italian. Half anyways."

"More like how you should pay attention to your surroundings so you make it back home in one piece," Harry said mildly.

"She told you to keep an eye on me, didn't she?" He sighed at Harry's nod. "My own mother underestimates me and thinks me incompetent."

"She knows you and cares about you," Harry replied blandly. "She also wants you to keep an eye on me."

"Well of course. She knows how useless you are without me. And I am. Why do you think I asked if you noticed any pretty women about? I could use my conversational abilities to talk you up some. Merlin knows you need all the help you can get."

"Next time when I heal you without anesthesia, remember this," Harry smirked. "I mean, you're not wrong but still, spare my delicate feelings."

Blaise chuckled. "She already sent me a letter you know, mother."

"She cares."

"I know." He sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Did you get any fun post?"

"Hermione and Tonks sent me letters."

"Granger still upset with you?"

"Maybe a little. But that's how she shows she cares too. I got one from Luna too."

"Oh? Well that's nice. You and Lovegood are close, right?"

"Yeah, since school."

Blaise nodded. "A bit of home helps." He reached into his pocket and held his mirror to his ear, sighing softly. "I'm being summoned for debrief. I already passed along the pertinent information."

"You're an officer," Harry smiled. "You signed on for this. You have to do the duty for the rank."

"For some fool reason." Blaise jumped off the table. "I'll see you at dinner after. Time to restrain myself from Cursing Dawlish between the eyes."

Harry chuckled as he left, cleaning the area and putting some things away. He finished by liberally washing his hands and face, enjoying the cool water.

"Potter." Michael Corner approached him.

Harry stood at attention. "Sir," he replied.

Michael looked uncomfortable. "Do you have to do that?"

"You're technically a superior officer."

"Only technically and it feels weird so, just relax. At ease or whatever." Michael sighed. "How was it at ICW medical?"

"Hectic but we managed to stabilize everyone. The opposition aren't playing around. Some nasty spells are being thrown around. Lots of fire, short-ranged blasting curses, and a pretty Dark object. Could be indicators of worse things to come."

Michael sighed. "Splendid. Just what I wanted to hear. I better brush up on some runes for dispelling."

"I'll make a copy of the array we used today for you."

"I'd appreciate it." Michael shook his head. "We're a long way from St Mungo's aren't we?"

"Little bit yeah. Still, just got to push through and do our best like we did there."

"Good point." He hesitated for a moment. "Surprised you volunteered."

"Me too, kinda," Harry shrugged. "What prompted you to volunteer?"

"I've always had Aurors in the family and some would have volunteered for this if they could. So I did it to do my part in serving the Ministry. The sign on bonus was nice too if I'm being honest."

"Don't blame you," Harry said soothingly and Michael relaxed a little. "Those aren't bad reasons."

"Mind if I ask what's yours?"

Harry paused. "Just doing my part I suppose." He stifled a yawn. "Pardon me, guess the action tired me out a little. I'm going to call it for the evening, that okay?"

"No problem at all. I'll call if we get patients during the night."

Harry saluted and left, making his way back to his tent. He looked at his cot longingly for a moment before deciding against sleeping. If he went to sleep now, he would not sleep through the night and he would rather be at his best during the day if possible.

He sat at the table and pulled out parchment, quill, and ink. He finished the letter he started to Luna earlier, sealing it and setting it aside. With a heavy sigh he pulled another letter and reread it again.

Hey Harry,

Hope things are going okay for you so far. I have no idea what things are like where you're at now aside from that it's supposedly hot. Lots of mountains and rocks and sand? My geography is pretty rubbish which apparently is a magicals thing. At least for us that stay in one country.

I wish you didn't go or I wish I went with you. Well, to be honest, I don't really wish that. My job is terrifying as it is on the rough days but I don't think it holds a candle to open war. I wish I went so I could keep an eye on you. I still can't believe you got roped into going. It's not fucking fair and we're fighting for you here. There's a big stink about this whole thing in the Wizengamot right now and if we can get you lot back with little trouble with the ICW, we'll do it.

Mum and Sirius had a big row about you. Mum is livid that you went and Sirius thinks it's fine, that you're proving yourself. As if you fucking need to do that. Remus had to get involved. Mum drew her wand on Sirius and if Remus wasn't there it would've turned bad. Personally, I said he should've let her Curse him but I'm admittedly biased.

We're thinking of you and please write back often. Please take care of yourself Harry. I hope you know you never have to prove things to us. We just want you to come home, safe and sound. I know that's usually hard for you but please, come home in one piece, okay?

Love,

Dora

Harry sighed again, marshaling his thoughts. He dipped the nib of his quill into ink and started to write. The scratching of the quill filled his tent as he hummed softly.

Hey Dora,

I'm okay. I've seen some action so far. Nothing major. Helped bail out a couple people in a live engagement and helped with the wounded after one. I wasn't anywhere near the opposition, don't worry. You're not wrong, it's really hot and rocky here. It's not terrible though. Wouldn't want to holiday here really but it's not muggy or swampy or anything like that.

It's…well I was going to say that it's okay that I'm here but we both know it's kinda not. Let's just say the alternative was worse and I'll stand by that. I won't mind hearing that the Wizengamot is fighting itself over it though. The more headache the Ministry gets, the better in my opinion. Just don't focus on me, not that you all would. It's important that the focus is on all of us.

Please tell Andi and Sirius not to fight over me. I know they have for a while now and I really don't want to be the reason things actually go sour between them. Sirius and I have our issues and they're ours. I appreciate you and Andi's and Ted's support but I don't want things to go bad because of me. Really. Thank Remus though for me. At least he'll keep things from getting too bad.

I'm glad you're home. Ted needs you around and we know he and Andi would be up the wall if you were here. Not to say they don't care about me but if it was you or both of us, it'd be really bad. Just take care of yourself and them and I'll be fine. Really. I'll write as much as I can when I can. Promise.

Love,

Harry.

The tent flap opened and Blaise walked in with two trays. "Dawlish and his cronies are in the mess so I figured you and me can eat in peace here."

Harry set the finished letter aside and accepted a tray. "Thanks. Appreciate it."

Blaise took a bite of the food and grimaced. "Got anything else to wash this stuff down?"

Harry handed him a bottle he fished out of his trunk.

"Oh excellent, thought you didn't like firewhiskey."

"I don't. I keep it around for you."

"Ah you're too kind." Blaise glanced at the letters. "Anything nice?"

"Apparently there's a big fight brewing in the Wizengamot over us."

"Oh yeah there is. Mother is part of the block that is trying to take the Ministry to task over it. She's not happy and surprisingly there's a lot who aren't."

"A Wizengamot fighting the Ministry, isn't that something," Harry said wryly.

"Bit of a change," Blaise agreed.

They ate and spoke of inconsequential things, eventually finishing the meal. They stared out of the tent, watching the sun sink into the horizon.

"Ever think we'd get caught up in another war again?" Blaise asked softly.

"Not really."

"Me neither."

Harry poured himself a drink. "At least there's one good thing about this war."

"Yeah? What's that."

"At least we don't have to wonder who's fighting who sometimes."

Blaise chuckled darkly. "That's true. And at least we get to relax outside and we're not in hiding."

"I'll drink to that," Harry said.

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