Not mine it sucks if I owned it I would drive a veyron instead of an 80's moped
Mooncall
"Thank the Gods' for emergency portkeys," thought Harry as he lifted Luna into his arms staining his cloak with her life as it brushed against her wounds.
"Phoenix Noir" he muttered as he clasped the medallion, given to him by Dumbledore tightly to his chest. There was a brilliant flash of crimson light and to the Order's shock he materialised into the kitchen of number 12 Grimauld Place.
Harry laid the prone body upon the table and without looking away from the girl he rescued, he asked in an imperious tone that discouraged protests
"I need a lit candle thread, a needle, bandages and any clean rags and spirits you can find."
"Listen here boy you aren't gonna treat her till we are sure she isn't a trap for us all," ranted Moody.
"Listen Alastor you paranoid old fool if we don't treat her now she will die! And we can't use magic because her body's magic will fight the treatment," retorted Harry
"Why you impudent whelp." Yelled Moody.
The rest of the order was too stunned to intervene in this verbal duel to quell the rapidly approaching storm.
"Mad-Eye sit down before I put you down" Threatened Harry.
"Stupi" the curse died on the ex aurors lips as Harry hit him across the temple with a wicked left hook and the scarred fool hit the floor with a dull thud.
Harry rubbed his knuckles absentmindedly and muttered in a tone audible to all the order members "Let that be a lesson to you all. No matter how you hit someone with one of these little beauties it will always hurt. Although a cushioning charm on your hand under the brass knuckles surely helps. And if you are interested come and have a word. And. I will not direct you To a Mme. Darkstar's shop where you can purchase such things and I will not show you how to use such devices that you may acquire"
"What" he said to the stunned faces have you never been down Knockturn Ally, it's a dangerous place and you can always carry protection." Harry looked at the faces surrounding him and added a hasty afterthought "Moody should wake up in an hour or so. But if not a bucket of ice water is far more effective than enervating the Muppet and serve as a far more effective lesson."
"Ooh ooh can I do it" cried Fred George and Tonks at the same time wearing identical evil smirks. But Harry ignored the mischief makers who blushed as they realised their shared impulse, reaching across the table and threading the needle he found waiting with a fine silk thread.
Grasping the needle he thrust it into thee candle flame and held it as its temperature rose. The order gasped as "The Boy Who Lived" held this piece of metal as it glowed red through white.
He nodded in satisfaction as it reached the desired temperature. To the horror of the pureblood members who watched him in abject terror and wonder, he began too sew up the gash in Luna's arm. The kitchen silent as he finished cleaning the wounds with vodka looted from the prone body of Alastor Moody and strips of cloth torn from the curtain.
Humming softly to himself, he stitched the jagged lines in the girl's flesh. He murmured "Thank Vor that the blade was sharp."
"Jesus" swore Amelia Bones "Harry our saviour follows the old gods, he'll have to be careful because if I could admit to being here then He'd end up in Azkaban."
When Harry had finished his muggle medical treatment he slumped against the cool aga breathing heavily sweating. "Any chance of a coffee" he asked Molly. Who turned and bustled around the HQ's kitchen pouring coffee and rummaging through cupboards returning to Harry with a large chipped mug of black java and a plate of sugar snap biscuits.
Harry lifted the mug to his lips and drained the half pint mug in a single gulp before retuning it to the draining board, and took a biscuit and nibbled upon it with a pensive expression, examining the nails on his free hand. Awaiting the barrage of questions he was sure would follow.
As the first began to speak the cut the speaker off with a swipe of his hand and said in a voice broaching no conflict "Look I've taken 2 portkeys tonight within a quarter of an hour each traversing over 750 miles, so I have exceeded the safety margin by at least 1000 miles. And so if you don't let myself and my patient go to bed she could die and I am liable to cut someone's throat as I'm feeling remarkably intolerant and suffering from magical exhaustion."
Harry carried Luna up to his room on the third floor and laid the girl in his bed, pulling the black cotton duvet over her milky white form. Slumping in a chair he watched and waited through the night to tell his beloved how he truly feels. And in the process alter and shatter her theories. Hopefully he could save her. But could Harry save himself.