AN: Okay people lets get some things straight. 1) If you haven't read Order
of the Phoenix read it before this. 2) Sirius is the Phoenix and I did NOT
say he was dead, if you'd read carefully I said that he was injured. 3) I
don't write slash stories, (nor do I read them) so please don't ask for it.
4) Sirius being the Phoenix he can talk to people who are in the Order
telepathically, Harry being his godson and very nearly one of the Order
leaders he can talk to him too, though Harry isn't in the Order. 5) Harry
is practically immune to poison, but not quite. Thank you all for
reviewing!
1 Chapter 11
Harry appeared in the Fortress, half hidden in the shadows. Everyone was running everywhere, he hurried over to the Healers Hall. Inside people were lying on beds that lined the walls and green robed healers were hurrying about. Harry made his way through the mess until he found the head healer.
"Looks like you need help." He commented, summoning a bag, which appeared in a small crackle of lightning. "Where do you need me?"
The head healer Fiona gave him a grateful look and nodded to three beds near the back of the wing. Harry hurried over, recognizing the red head lying on the first one.
"Did you get any of em?" He asked by way of greeting and smiled at Fred Weasely's astonished look. Harry opened the bag and pulled out his things and set them on the small table. Fred had what looked like a broken arm and a blast wound on his side while a burn across his head oozed blood.
"Of course, I was with the team taking care of the dementors, we got attacked from behind. Where's George?" Harry set the leg and started some advanced healing spells on it before moving on to his side.
"I think I saw him outside, helping to get those poor people into the other hospital and guest center. There looks to be about six hundred muggles, they'll all need to be healed to the point where they'll live, have their memories modified, and then sent back to Venice so that the muggle search parties can find them. George looks fine, exhausted and filthy, but fine." He finished stitching up Fred's side and placed some spells on it then took a look at his head. It was a nasty burn, reaching from ear to ear. Harry rubbed some anti-burn ointment on it, added a few herbs and some spells before using a sleep spell to send Fred off to sleep so everything could heal quicker.
An hour later Harry went over to the emergency hospital where the muggles were housed. They were scattered everywhere, Order healers and fighters were everywhere trying to get organized. Harry sighed and pointed his wand at his head.
"Telepanthus Order." He then concentrated on sending his message to those in the muggle's hospital. Everyone please stop what you're doing and listen for a moment. If we continue in this unorganized fashion many of them are going to die. Blue and Orange patrols, you put all of them to sleep and get them onto the beds and take a head count. Red patrol you pick out a third of them to be healed until no sign of injury besides scrapes and bruises remains mark those ones with a 1. Healers…" Harry went on, listing jobs and explaining his plan, soon the hospital was functioning again.
Harry saw enough terrible injuries that day to last a lifetime, the muggles were worst off, when a witch or wizard gets hurt any spell a healer puts on them works even faster because of the magic present in the spelled person. The muggles didn't have that advantage, they were terrified and confused by these strange people waving sticks at them. All of them were put to sleep so the healers and memory modifiers could work undisturbed, but that process took hours. For many of the muggles the magic healing saved their lives. Harry devised a perfect plan for getting them back to Venice in a believable fashion. Out of the six hundred and seventy-two muggles about a third were healed until no sign of any injury remained. Then their memories modified so all they remembered was being one of the lucky few who survived a terrorist attack on Venice they were then sent back to Venice invisibly and put in locations around the city where they would be found. The others were healed to the point where they would survive and then sent back as well. It was a slow and tedious task. Harry organized different patrols to do each task including those like searching the city for death eaters to take prisoner, wands that had been dropped by either side, weapons, removing dementor and death eater bodies, erasing all signs of magic. Setting things up so that it looked like a dozen or so bombs had gone off and finding good location for the muggles to be put in around the city. The sun had been down for eight hours and it was one p.m. when Miranda came to get him, Harry was busy healing and reattaching a ten-year-old muggle boy's arm. She watched in silence until he was through and had washed the blood off his hands.
"Come on Harry, Sirius is in the council chamber waiting for us." She said softly, Harry stood, and stretched. Suddenly his vision swam and he stumbled. Miranda caught him and pressed a hand to his forehead, he instantly felt a little better. "You've over worked yourself, magically and physically. I'll bet there isn't much left in that power stone, it's time to stop Harry. You've saved enough lives for now, let the healers do the rest. Harry nodded and put all his things away before following her across the Fortress, into the entrance cave and up a flight of stairs to a small room. There the council, all fifteen of them and another twenty Order member were waiting for them. Harry pulled his mind out of the fog it was drifting in and instantly came awake, the green eyes lit up with their inner fire and he walked around to a soft armchair next to the window.
"Hey Harry, have you been here all day?" Aram asked, he looked exhausted, as the head of the Muggles division the last twenty-four hours had been a huge crisis. His department had decided on how long the muggles could be kept away from Venice before they suspected, what search methods they would use, what a bomb explosion would look like, where the muggles should be placed in the city, what should be put in their memories and a hundred other tasks.
"He's been here since seven a.m., healing without a break all day and saved more lives then six of our healers could." Miranda said, giving Harry a hard look, he shrugged. It was then that he noticed that every single one of them had some injury that was bandaged up and had healing spells on them. Sirius had his left arm in a sling and a dozen different healing spells on him.
"How many more muggles are left to return to the city?" Sirius asked.
"Thirty, only those with the worst injuries, they'll be gone in a half hour." Harry replied.
"Patrol status?" He asked, looking towards the patrol leaders.
"Green's got seven injured, three dead."
"Blue's got one dead and eight injured."
"Red's got five dead ten injured."
"Orange's got eighteen injured."
"Yellow's got eight injured four dead."
"Purple's got four dead, five injured."
"Aqua's got one dead thirteen injured."
"White's got three dead seven injured."
"Black's got five dead, five injured."
"Maroon's got two dead, ten injured."
"Gray's got ten dead."
"Trainees has one dead and five injured."
Sirius sighed and shook his head, the Order was down quite a bit, but not as bad as Voldemort. But they hadn't had as many as he did to start with.
"Alright, Yotrisk keep those trainees as trainees until you're sure they'll make it in patrols. We'll hold funerals with family, friends, and the full Order in four days at noon, in the order burial ground. Have all the reporters from all the papers there. Make sure they get a few good pictures of the order graveyard, make them see just how many have died over the years to keep them free and alive. Harry, head back to Hogwarts, there's no more you can do here. Find out what the mood is among the students, and I've got a package for Albus. Keep me informed if you find out anything, how are your spies?"
"Doing fine, there's three of them who are at the death eater meeting that is going on as we speak, and has been since the attack. They'll be reporting back in two days. Voldemort is very harsh on his snakes, one of my spies was killed in the attack by accident, and three more since August, two of them died because Voldemort killed then when he was in a bad mood, and the other was killed by a demenotor. Those things do need food and if they catch any animals they'll take them too, they were getting hungry. But not after this attack. There's still twenty who are just waiting for a chance to go spy on him, and over a hundred offering to kill him if they can, suicide really." Harry stood and walked out of the room, teleporting out once he reached the center of the Fortress.
1 Chapter 11
Harry appeared in the Fortress, half hidden in the shadows. Everyone was running everywhere, he hurried over to the Healers Hall. Inside people were lying on beds that lined the walls and green robed healers were hurrying about. Harry made his way through the mess until he found the head healer.
"Looks like you need help." He commented, summoning a bag, which appeared in a small crackle of lightning. "Where do you need me?"
The head healer Fiona gave him a grateful look and nodded to three beds near the back of the wing. Harry hurried over, recognizing the red head lying on the first one.
"Did you get any of em?" He asked by way of greeting and smiled at Fred Weasely's astonished look. Harry opened the bag and pulled out his things and set them on the small table. Fred had what looked like a broken arm and a blast wound on his side while a burn across his head oozed blood.
"Of course, I was with the team taking care of the dementors, we got attacked from behind. Where's George?" Harry set the leg and started some advanced healing spells on it before moving on to his side.
"I think I saw him outside, helping to get those poor people into the other hospital and guest center. There looks to be about six hundred muggles, they'll all need to be healed to the point where they'll live, have their memories modified, and then sent back to Venice so that the muggle search parties can find them. George looks fine, exhausted and filthy, but fine." He finished stitching up Fred's side and placed some spells on it then took a look at his head. It was a nasty burn, reaching from ear to ear. Harry rubbed some anti-burn ointment on it, added a few herbs and some spells before using a sleep spell to send Fred off to sleep so everything could heal quicker.
An hour later Harry went over to the emergency hospital where the muggles were housed. They were scattered everywhere, Order healers and fighters were everywhere trying to get organized. Harry sighed and pointed his wand at his head.
"Telepanthus Order." He then concentrated on sending his message to those in the muggle's hospital. Everyone please stop what you're doing and listen for a moment. If we continue in this unorganized fashion many of them are going to die. Blue and Orange patrols, you put all of them to sleep and get them onto the beds and take a head count. Red patrol you pick out a third of them to be healed until no sign of injury besides scrapes and bruises remains mark those ones with a 1. Healers…" Harry went on, listing jobs and explaining his plan, soon the hospital was functioning again.
Harry saw enough terrible injuries that day to last a lifetime, the muggles were worst off, when a witch or wizard gets hurt any spell a healer puts on them works even faster because of the magic present in the spelled person. The muggles didn't have that advantage, they were terrified and confused by these strange people waving sticks at them. All of them were put to sleep so the healers and memory modifiers could work undisturbed, but that process took hours. For many of the muggles the magic healing saved their lives. Harry devised a perfect plan for getting them back to Venice in a believable fashion. Out of the six hundred and seventy-two muggles about a third were healed until no sign of any injury remained. Then their memories modified so all they remembered was being one of the lucky few who survived a terrorist attack on Venice they were then sent back to Venice invisibly and put in locations around the city where they would be found. The others were healed to the point where they would survive and then sent back as well. It was a slow and tedious task. Harry organized different patrols to do each task including those like searching the city for death eaters to take prisoner, wands that had been dropped by either side, weapons, removing dementor and death eater bodies, erasing all signs of magic. Setting things up so that it looked like a dozen or so bombs had gone off and finding good location for the muggles to be put in around the city. The sun had been down for eight hours and it was one p.m. when Miranda came to get him, Harry was busy healing and reattaching a ten-year-old muggle boy's arm. She watched in silence until he was through and had washed the blood off his hands.
"Come on Harry, Sirius is in the council chamber waiting for us." She said softly, Harry stood, and stretched. Suddenly his vision swam and he stumbled. Miranda caught him and pressed a hand to his forehead, he instantly felt a little better. "You've over worked yourself, magically and physically. I'll bet there isn't much left in that power stone, it's time to stop Harry. You've saved enough lives for now, let the healers do the rest. Harry nodded and put all his things away before following her across the Fortress, into the entrance cave and up a flight of stairs to a small room. There the council, all fifteen of them and another twenty Order member were waiting for them. Harry pulled his mind out of the fog it was drifting in and instantly came awake, the green eyes lit up with their inner fire and he walked around to a soft armchair next to the window.
"Hey Harry, have you been here all day?" Aram asked, he looked exhausted, as the head of the Muggles division the last twenty-four hours had been a huge crisis. His department had decided on how long the muggles could be kept away from Venice before they suspected, what search methods they would use, what a bomb explosion would look like, where the muggles should be placed in the city, what should be put in their memories and a hundred other tasks.
"He's been here since seven a.m., healing without a break all day and saved more lives then six of our healers could." Miranda said, giving Harry a hard look, he shrugged. It was then that he noticed that every single one of them had some injury that was bandaged up and had healing spells on them. Sirius had his left arm in a sling and a dozen different healing spells on him.
"How many more muggles are left to return to the city?" Sirius asked.
"Thirty, only those with the worst injuries, they'll be gone in a half hour." Harry replied.
"Patrol status?" He asked, looking towards the patrol leaders.
"Green's got seven injured, three dead."
"Blue's got one dead and eight injured."
"Red's got five dead ten injured."
"Orange's got eighteen injured."
"Yellow's got eight injured four dead."
"Purple's got four dead, five injured."
"Aqua's got one dead thirteen injured."
"White's got three dead seven injured."
"Black's got five dead, five injured."
"Maroon's got two dead, ten injured."
"Gray's got ten dead."
"Trainees has one dead and five injured."
Sirius sighed and shook his head, the Order was down quite a bit, but not as bad as Voldemort. But they hadn't had as many as he did to start with.
"Alright, Yotrisk keep those trainees as trainees until you're sure they'll make it in patrols. We'll hold funerals with family, friends, and the full Order in four days at noon, in the order burial ground. Have all the reporters from all the papers there. Make sure they get a few good pictures of the order graveyard, make them see just how many have died over the years to keep them free and alive. Harry, head back to Hogwarts, there's no more you can do here. Find out what the mood is among the students, and I've got a package for Albus. Keep me informed if you find out anything, how are your spies?"
"Doing fine, there's three of them who are at the death eater meeting that is going on as we speak, and has been since the attack. They'll be reporting back in two days. Voldemort is very harsh on his snakes, one of my spies was killed in the attack by accident, and three more since August, two of them died because Voldemort killed then when he was in a bad mood, and the other was killed by a demenotor. Those things do need food and if they catch any animals they'll take them too, they were getting hungry. But not after this attack. There's still twenty who are just waiting for a chance to go spy on him, and over a hundred offering to kill him if they can, suicide really." Harry stood and walked out of the room, teleporting out once he reached the center of the Fortress.