Kyra was sitting in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, barely conscious, while Madame Pomfrey fussed over her and yelled at Lupin and Moody for not bringing her sooner.
"Honestly...if you know that you can't heal her on her own, why did you take so long? Its too difficult for me to heal all of these wounds," she sighed, quite aggrivated over the day's recent events. "Go fetch Severus. I need more blood replenishing potions, as sleeping draught," she yelled, motioning for Lupin. As soon as she looked up, Lupin was already halfway out the door.
"What on earth did this girl get herself into? A knife wound in her stomach? She's got enough broken bones to last a lifetime...those I can do...but her stabbing wound? It seems that part of the blade is stuck in the bone...I might have to get someone from St. Mungo's down here to extract it...I'm not certified for this--" Madame Pomphrey sighed. "Oh child...how does someone so young get in so much trouble without the use of magic? Goodness me...times were sure different from when I was a child."
"Madame Pomphrey--I have to go to headquarters, but would you like for me to send for Miss Weasley? I hear she is a very talented Healer," he suggested, noticing the overwhelmed expression on the old nurse's face.
"Yes, that would be very kind of you, Mad-Eye. Tell her to change into something that she doesn't mind ruining, and she must be willing to get her hands dirty," she called after Moody, who was already at the fireplace.
"All Right Madame, she'll be here shortly."
Lupin ran down the stairs to the dungeons. 'Why does Snape have to live here? Its so far away?' he thought to himself. 'Well,' he thought, 'I guess thats the point. Not many would willingly run this far just to ask him for a favor unless it was an emergency.
He reached Severus' door, panting heavily due to lack of exercise in recent years. He didn't even bother knocking because he didn't care if Severus was busy or indecent, or anything of that nature. He pushed the door open swiftly, and ran into his work lab, where he spent nearly all of his summer afternoons--and often--late nights.
"Severus. Emergency...we need your help. Hospital Wing...Seer...very helpful...but very hurt.." he said between pants.
Snape looked down at him, a look of bewilderment on his face. He just stood there, taking it all in. "Crap!" he shouted. "What potions does poppy need?"
"Blood replenishing...sleeping draught...any others dealing with stab wounds and broken bones could work too."
"I'm guessing muscle relaxers too, then?"
"Couldn't hurt," Lupin said, shrugging.
Snape quickly emptied his shelves of any healing potions dealing with non magical wounds. Once he filled a small sack, he swung it over his shoulder, and took the floo to the infirmary. Once Lupin saw him do this, he wondered why he didn't think of it. 'Hmm, would've saved a lot of time...well, I guess I'll remember that next time,' he thought, taking the floo over to Grimmauld Place.
"Okay, all those who are going to help retrieve potter tonight, state your name!" yelled Kingsley at the emergency Order Meeeting.
"Nymphadora Tonks!"
"Okay Tonks, obviously Moody and I are going," said shacklebolt, writing on a piece of parchment. "Anyone else?"
"Remus Lupin!" Lupin shouted, exiting the nearby fireplace.
"Charlie Weasley!" a red haired man yelled across the room. Charlie, who works with dragons in romania had come that weekend of his break to do anything necessary for the order, since he had nothing else to do, in order to catch the eye of a certain female Auror.
"Bill Weasley!" yelled the long red-haired man next to him.
"Okay, so we have tonks, moody, shacklebolt, lupin, weasley, weasley..Come on! Two more people! This is Potter we're talking about...we can't get him unless we have a full guard!" yelled a man, who was now looking at the sheet kingsley had previously been writing on.
Someone else emerged out of the fireplace during this announcement. She had ash covering her, whispering with her wand out 'Scourgify!' she cleaned herself off.
"Riley Black!" she shouted, above the crowd.
"Who?" some of the others whispered
"Riley Black. Sirius' Daughter. Very talented in the field of HIT Wizardry, has her liscense, and is a very nice add to the order, of course, unofficial right now...but this is her house."
The man holding the attendence sheet looked up and nodded in approval. "Good. Now, our standards require 1 more person. Who will do it?"
"Gred and Forge Weasley!" the twins yelled.
The man looked up. "Well, the two of you certainly make up one mature adult, give or take a few years("Hey!" the twins shouted, laughing). So you have yourself a team. Shacklebolt and Mad-Eye will give the plans, and you follow them through. WE can't afford any screwups. This is serious. And, if necessary, in signing up, you agree that in the circumstance, although highly unlikely, that Potter's life is at stake, you agree that he must be brought here, even if that means someone from the team not. Understood?"
There was a murmur of agreement. And Thus began the plans.
When they were ready with their plans of the retrieval of Harry Potter, Number 4, privet drive, they decided to leave as soon as possible because Dumbledore wanted him tonight. As everyone got ready, Mad-Ey remembered that Madame Pomphrey needed help.
"Where's Ginny?" he asked Charlie.
"Upstairs, I think. Why?"
"Madame pomphrey needs her help in the hospital wing. I have to go tell her to floo over."
"I'll go do it," said Charlie. "She's been in a foul mood lately," he said, running a hand through his matted red hair. "She keeps her door closed for nearly everyone 'cept me and Bill. I think it has something to do with Ron and the twins and Dad scaring off her boyfriend, Dean. They were supposed to go out tonight, but he really couldn't take their Weasley threats, let alone fred and george's curses," he laughed.
"She shouldn't be dating him if the bloke can't handle that. There's six of you for christs sake! Is he daft?" Moody said, laughing.
"Apparantly. But you know girls...she definitely takes it personally, both from him, and Ron and the twins. So she's heartbroken, plus really mad, which leads her to upset. All I'm worried about is being here when she actually wants to get out of the room and give her idiot brothers a taste of their own medicine. She's pretty evil with revenge."
"Really? Has Molly's temper then?"
"Nope. She has Mom's temper, mixed with a Hungarian Horntail in heat. And they're brutal."
"Ouch. Yeah, I'll be sure to keep my eye out," he said, winking.
"You do that, now I'm going to see if I can drag her depressed butt out of that room. I'm sure helping Madame Pomphrey should help. She loves that...healing in general. You know, I think that she's the only Weasley to even actually enjoy potions with Professor Snape. In fact--she's the only Weasley that he actually likes back, let alone the only Gryffindor," Charlie laughed, running up the stairs.
"Hey Gin-Gin," Charlie called through the door.
"Hey Charlie," came the faint, muffled reply.
"Gin-Gin, Madame Pomphrey needs help with one of her patients, its really important, and we were wondering---" Charlie was stopped by the sudden surprise of a door swinging open.
"Really? How bad is it?" She said, trying toquickly straighten out her very wrinkly muggle shirt and jeans.
"Well, I don't know, how many times do you get asked for help in the middle of the night to help the nurse at Hogwarts while your on summer holiday.
"That bad, huh?"
"I'm guessing. I don't actually know, but I gotta go...we're getting Harry right now--I'll be back earlier this morning--bye Gin-Gin!" he called, walking away.
"By Dragon Boy!" she called out after him, laughing.
Ginny straightened up and put some torn up sweatpants and a t-shirt on. She knew better than to go to the Hospital Wing to help, and where anything but rags. There could be vomiting, blood, anything...so you might as well be prepared. When she finished changing she ran down stairs and flood over to the Hogwart's infirmary.
"Hi Madame Pomphrey, what do you need me to--" Ginny stopped. She saw a body being lightly scrubbed with a rag, trying to get blood off.
"Can't we just do magic?"
"No. We're not sure where all of the blood is coming from. Also, Severus tried earlier, and it rebounded back onto him.
"Really? How come?"
"She's a Seer, Ginny, so be gentle. Seer's magic is different for each person. They can be very sensative to any magic, or quite the opposite. It depends on the person. We don't have her file, so we have to do things the muggle way, except for a few potions like the blood-replenishing potion, and the muscle relaxer. We were going to use the Sleeping Draught to ease her pain, but Albus told us not to...apparantley she she's most of her visions in her sleep, and tampering with it can be very dangerous." Madame Pomphrey explained.
"So what do you need me to do?"
She handed her some cotton swabs and a clear liquid. "Clean the blood around her stab wound on her stomach. We're doing the cleaning and assesing before the Healer comes. Severus is at St. Mungos, getting a healer, top priority from Dumbledore. They should be here in about ten minutes or so, so we should be done by then."
"'kay," she said, lifting up the girls sheet. She winced in pain. There was a large gash in her stomach. The blood flow was slowed down, but it was still quite messy. There were layers upon layers on her stomach, something that would take a lot of hard scrubbing. Unfortunately, she had to be careful not to cause her patient even more pain. Ginny sighed.,"Well, lets get started."
A/N: sorry my chapters are so short...i promise, after this they should get longer, i ust wanted to give you something, so that i don't abandon it on accident! Do appreciate reviews on how you like or dislike the story is going, characters, etc. Mechanics aren't a big issue because I know when I make mistakes, but I don't usually do a lot of revising (lack of time), so have fun! I'll be sure to upload soon