Hey everyone,
Okay, I'm really curious as to what you all thought of the design of the dress I picked for Jillian, but while we will be going back to her this chapter, will it not be about fashion or boys or other girly stuff that will probably pop up later (sorry boys). Yeah, this is a story that is really meant for my more girlier readers and I love it.
So sorry, not sorry,

Venquine1990

Chapter 13
Ancient Egyptian Expertise

5th of November 1994
Hospital Wing, Hogwarts
Sirius' POV

I decided to head to the Hospital Wing for my break and to see if Jillian could start practicing with standing on her own two feet again and Remus decided to accompany me. Yet the minute I enter the wing, Moody snarls: "Black, Lupin, get in there. That goddaughter of yours just screamed her vocal cords to utter destruction."
And instantly I am at the cubicle, hearing muffled screams which shocks me as the curtains are enchanted to provide complete privacy. I rush in and the painful screams of my goddaughter crush my heart as Poppy says: "There's nothing I can do. It's her scar. That thing is cursed, but the curse is beyond my expertise."
To this I turn to where the twins are seated with my precious little girl and ask: "Isn't your brother a Curse Breaker or something?" And when they nod, do I snap: "Then what are you waiting for? Get him here! On the double!" And the two rush out even before I have finished shouting at them, their faces conveying their urgency.

And only a few minutes later have they returned with their brother in tow, yet just before he rushes through the curtains, does Jillian stop screaming and instantly I am at her side as she says: "Vol-Vol-Voldemort. He – he was – he was so – so furious. He – he must have – must have found out that – that I'm a – a Champion no more."
And this shocks me as I ask: "How can you know? Was this – was this like during summer? Like what you wrote me about?" The girl nods and Bill asks: "Wait, your scar lets you know what You-Know-Who is feeling?" And Jillian makes me feel terrified for her as she says: "And lets me know when he's planning something.
That's how I knew he was going to steal the Stone back in my First year. And I also dreamed of him this summer, him and Pettigrew.""You didn't write me about that!" I gasp in shock and Jillian whimpers: "I – I didn't want to – to worry you." Then Poppy runs a scanning spell over her and sighs in relief before she says:

"The attack tired her out, but it didn't do anything else to her. That's a good thing, cause I was worried the pain would have set her back in her healing." This makes us all sigh in relief, but then Bill says: "Still, a scar like that, even a cursed one, shouldn't create a connection like this." But to this Poppy turns to him and asks:
"But how can you be sure of that? Isn't that scar just an after-effect of her having survived the Killing Curse?" To which Bill answers: "I would have said yes, but the effects shouldn't cause something like this. A connection to someone who's –." And then suddenly the man seems to realize something as he whitens something awful.
I look at him and he whispers: "No. No, it – it can't be!""It can't be what?" I ask him in concern and the young man moves over to put his hand on Jillian's forehead the same way Omar did a few days ago and he waves his wand over Jillian's scar, which is actually blood red and bleeding as well, which really worries me.

The young man first dispels the blood and seems to cast healing spells on my little girl and then follows these up with spells that I have never seen before and can only imagine he learned in his profession as a curse breaker. And the results of these spells seem to be exactly what the redhead had been fearing.
Furious concern shows on the man's face and he whispers a spell that, to my shock, causes for Jillian to fall asleep. "Mr. Weasley!" Poppy snarls, but Bill seems to have taken the lead as only a Curse Breaker can as he turns to her and asks: "Is she healthy enough for a Draught of Living Death?" And instantly I fear the worst.

Bill's POV

I never thought I would encounter something like this and in England no less. I had actually accidentally stumbled upon this bit of knowledge during my last year here at Hogwarts and when I read a small newspaper article that stated that Egyptian Curse Breakers still fight this evil, did I feel I had found my purpose.
The training I had to undertake to get to this position had been almost enough to break me to bits, but I had been determined to see bastards using magic like this taken down and out, regardless of who they are or why they use this kind of magic. And after a final test that kept me awake for 96 hours straight, did I get the position.
Since then have I been handling all kinds of horrible forms of magic and I have encountered three dozen witches and wizards – of ages that vary between 34 and 586 – who varied between being a light witch that wanted to see her great-great-great-grandchildren get married to a dark Warlock that desired to be considered a god.

But even when I came home for the Quidditch World Cup or remained home to finally spend time with my family and then find out about Ginny and her being in the possession of a book that is on the Banned Literature list, did that not prepare me for finding out that the bastard who went to war with my country – used this magic.
"And what's worse, he's using my twin brother's honorary sister as a vessel. I have to stop him from doing so. How on earth did Harry not turn into an Obscurus when Ron attacked him like that? How has he managed to remain a Light Wizard when something like that should have been affecting him since that faithful Halloween?"
Is what goes through my mind as I look at Madam Pomfrey, waiting for her to answer my question and the woman asks: "What are you saying?" To which I say: "I know that the pain she's just gone through hasn't set her back on her healing process, but the procedure to get rid of it, if not with that Draught, can mean her death."

This makes those around me turn white and I say: "Look, I'm not going to lie to you. The procedure to take that disgusting magic out of her scar is painful and will assuredly set her back to how she felt when she first woke up after the attack. But it's already a miracle I can't understand or explain that it hasn't turned or killed her yet.
Heck, the attack it just did on her scar, in her current state, should have put her in a coma at the very least. So I just don't want to take any risks, but if she is healthy enough to take the Draught, then I don't want to wait a minute longer. That – that magic needs to come out. So, is she capable of taking the draught or not?"
"And either way she will have a drawback in her health pattern?" Madam Pomfrey asks, to which I answer: "If she takes the Draught, that will be the worst of her problems. If she doesn't – I'm sorry, but I won't be able to ensure her survival if she doesn't take it." And white faces of horror yet again meet my stated facts.

Madam Pomfrey then turns back to the girl in question and seems to run a whole array of tests over the girl before she says: "I'm sorry, Weasley, but her recent attack and your spell would make that Draught too much of a health risk. You'll have to wait. I promise I'll let you know once she is healthy enough to take the procedure."
At this I nod, even if the statement really bothers me and I say: "I'll be at the Burrow if you need me." At which the others nod and when I want to leave, do I get stopped by Fred, who grabs my arm in a death grip before George says: "You better not let her die, you hear me?" And I nod at them both, knowing they're both asking me.

I then return to the Burrow and instantly mum is on top of me as she asks: "What happened? Why did Fred summon you like that? Did something happen at Hogwarts? Did someone find another book that is supposed to be on the banned list? Did someone try and hurt Jillian? Did Albus need you to secure wards or something?"
But I calmly lie my hands on her upper arms and say: "Jillian's scar attacked her. That's all I can say at the moment. Mum, I know the twins called me, but what is in Jillian's scar can only be taken care of by a Curse Breaker. Meaning that this topic is of top secret essence until I've taken care of it. I'll tell you more when it's done."
The woman nods, but I can tell that she is really reluctant to do so and I leave for my own bedroom where I sigh and lie down on my front on the floor of my room. I then crawl under my rickety old bed and pull a few floorboards loose before putting a couple of security spells on hold and then digging into the hole under them.

And the box that I pull out of the hole makes me shudder, even though I have been using it as part of my standard kit for the better part of my career and I think: "I can't believe it. The Goblins warned me, but I can't believe someone would be stupid enough to see use in that kind of magic, especially here in England of all places."
And I remember what the Goblins taught me about this magic, how magic can actually be influenced by the eras where certain countries were at their strongest. And the fact that English magic takes its power from the medieval ages, while this kind of magic is from the time of the Ancient Egyptian Pharaohs is the worst ever.
"If two eras of magic clash, their forms can only cause trouble to those who use it in the wrong country. It's why this kind of magic should always remain in the Middle East." Is what my Goblin instructor had taught me time and time again and yet he had still given me this container box with the words you never know.
"You weren't wrong, IronStorm, you weren't wrong." I mutter to myself, putting the safety enchantments back and making sure that the security spells on the containment box are still viable before moving around the rest of my room, packing my Curse Breaker equipment and mentally preparing myself for my task ahead.

That evening
Hospital Wing
Jillian's POV

I feel confused and befuddled as I wake up and wonder when it was that I fell asleep. Then I remember Bill being there and think: "What made him put me out like that?" And I look around, grateful that the others kept my sunglasses on and instantly I spot Sirius looking at me, his face proving that he knows the reason and that it's not a good one.
"What happened?" I weakly ask him, but then Madam Pomfrey comes in and says: "We will tell you, after I put you through a few necessary scans." And I nod at the woman, having no doubt she wants to be sure that, whatever it is that made Bill put me down the way he did, yet her scans seem to have a completely different motivation.
I look from her to Sirius, especially when the woman sighs and nods at Sirius before she says: "I'll go summon Mr. Weasley." And the matron leaves my cubicle, her face not that of someone who just got pleased by the results of her work and because I know how important this is for her, do I again ask Sirius: "What happened?"

And the man sighs as he says: "Bill found out the reason behind your scar hurting you and – well, both the reason and the way through which he wants to get rid of it are not without dangerous risks. He really wanted to start after putting you down earlier, but your pain and his spell made doing so too risky for your health."
This instantly makes me understand why both the matron and my godfather are looking this grim and concerned and while I am slightly against doing this, do I ask: "How bad is it?" Yet it's not Sirius who answers, even though he does open his mouth to do so, but Bill, who is dressed in an outfit I have never seen before as he says:
"I won't lie to you, girlfriend. It's a miracle you haven't changed into a dangerous creature or died yet, especially with the attack of a few days ago. And if I don't put you down with a Draught of Living Death, there is still a high chance that you will not make it with your current health, but I don't want to leave that magic inside you any longer."
And this news instantly makes me understand why the man is dressed the way he is, yet I still feel as if there is something he isn't telling me and I ask: "There's more, isn't there?" And the man sighs before he says: "Even with the draught the procedure will have after effects. Namely that you will revert back to your first day as a girl."

"I'll turn into an infant?" I ask shocked and this startles those around me before Sirius starts laughing so hard, he falls off his chair and Bill also snickers, yet he seems too stuck in his need to remain professional to really react the way Sirius does. "Merlin, I knew I needed that, but I didn't know I needed it that badly."
Sirius says, but then Bill says: "Yeah, me too. And no Jillian, you won't become an infant. I meant that you will medically revert to the first day you were a girl, back to how you felt when you woke up last Tuesday." And this instantly worries me as I can't believe I will have to experience that much pain a second time in a row.
"It's for the best, baby. You know how much Bill and the Weasleys care about you. For him to put that care aside and become the professional Curse Breaker he is proves how serious this is. Jillian, he interrupted Poppy when she wanted to start ranting at him for putting you down the way he did – in her own Hospital Wing."

And this instantly makes me reach for my scar, the idea that there is something that dangerous and powerful in my body scaring me enough I feel tears welling up, but this makes Bill grimace and he says: "I'm sorry, Jillian, but I can't have you overdoing it on anything. It will have the draught cause a negative effect."
At which Sirius snaps: "Then give it to her now." And as the man pulls out the necessary draught, do I feel as if I am being given a God's blessing, making me reach for the vial the man pulls out of one of the four tool kits the man has wrapped around him. And the feeling of my body giving out on me feels like another blessing.

Bill's POV

"Sirius, I'm not going to lie to you. This procedure is going to need your, Lupin and Dumbledore's help. Normally I would call on my team, but I need to do that through my former teacher and he is – unfortunately – one of the few Goblins who actually takes breaks and who is currently on a holiday adventure trip to the Amazon."
This makes the godfather of my dear friend/client turn very grim and I say: "Now, I'm going to need you, because, loath as you are to admit it, your family gives you a natural affinity with Dark Magic. I need Lupin because his Lycanthropy gives him a natural resistance to Dark Magic and Dumbledore speaks for himself, I do believe."
At this the man nods and three minutes later the two men I need have arrived, both of them looking grim with determination and severe professionality. And seeing them looking like that makes me feel a little more assured that this can work, even though I am the only Curse Breaker or Gringotts Employee currently present.

"Okay, let me put things clearly. This is a bloody dangerous procedure. The chances that Jillian could be paralyzed in certain limbs, that her eyesight goes back to being as bad or worse than before, the chance that she will need to remain under the draught even after the procedure; all these chances are very, very much there.
However, in her current state and with the problems that are being spotted and taken care of here at Hogwarts, combined with her scar becoming more and more active ever since the summer, there is also an ever growing increase of the chance that she will lose herself to the dark magic within it and turn into an Obscurus.
Therefore, I would rather take the health chances than the other ones. Can I trust you in assisting me and following me every step of the way? Can I trust that you will follow my every order, even if it goes against your morals, your independence or your pride? You are my best bets for this, but I need that kind of assurance."
"I will personally go back in time and kill Voldemort's mother if it means it will improve Jillian's life and future." Sirius tells me, shocking Dumbledore, but then Lupin says: "I would join Greyback's pack and become the mother of his cubs if it means the same." And with that we look at Dumbledore, who looks startled, but nods.

At this I sigh in relief and then I turn to my client as I say: "Sirius, I need you to cast very light blood boiling hexes, just enough that they tingle Jillian's blood and get noticed by the draught, but not enough that it fights the draught." This instantly makes Sirius grimace, but to my shock does he actually start to do as said.
"We can do this." I think and then I say: "Remus, I need you to do something that, in any other case would be considered immoral. I need you inside Jillian's mind. You need to use a very specific mind spell, so you can use your natural resistance to Dark Magic to keep the magic inside Jillian's scar from affecting or, potentially, using her."
The man looks horrified at the prospect of the magic doing so and nods before he moves over to Jillian's headpost. I tell him the spell and quickly put him through the works of teaching him the charm before the man does exactly as said and instantly I spot something wonderful; an alpha-cub pack bond helping the magic of the man.
"We can do this." I think, the concern and fright that I had tried to fight with my sense of professionality just the other day finally lifting themselves a little, but not enough I lose myself to my relief or lose my focus and I turn to Dumbledore and say: "Your job is the easiest, Headmaster, exclude an aura of Light."

The man nods and when he does as said and his body starts to radiate waves of warm caring light that prove just why he is the Headmaster of my absolutely favorite place on earth, do I work my hardest not to let these waves affect me and instead I wave my wand and cast a spell that will direct the waves into Jillian's body.
This makes Sirius seem to have trouble with his own spell, but I tell him with just a silent sign to just keep going and two movements of my wand later are the waves separated from Sirius' spell and moving through Jillian's skeleton instead of her blood stream. By now only one thought it going through my mind.

"We can do this." And with that do I with a sense of grim relief pull the horrible dark box, which has several chains wrapped around it in several manners and which are just radiating an evil sense of death and dark magic, out of the front pocket of my waist-high tool kit and charm it to float right above Jillian's head, above her scar.
I then take a deep breath as this will be the deciding factor and I say: "Alright, each of you, just keep going, make sure that you are going steady. What I'm about to do next will more than assuredly cause Jillian's body to break through the Draught and react to the pain the magic in her scar is going to cause her, make no mistake about that."
This makes all three men turn furious with their determination to see this through and when I feel 100% sure that they are indeed going steady, do I turn back to the one thing that is forcing me to do this. And the fact that the scar is shaped like something that actually provides light to a dark night only irks me all the more.
"Time to strike that bastard down the way he struck down on so many lives." I think, yet even this does not make it any easier what I have to do next. I move over to where Jillian's head is lying under the box and aim my wand at the point in the air that is exactly in the very midst between Jillian's head and the box of dark magic.

And while I come from a family that has been purely Light for generations on end as well as one that has swung between Light and Grey Magic for the last two centuries, do I mentally and magically block off the part of me that divines the kind of magic I can cast and make myself immune to the effects of Pure Dark magic.
Once I have repeated this preparation, which I also did a few times last night in a smaller form, do I motion my wand in the shape of the Infinity Symbol between the box and the scar and in my own core I sense the connection made between the two. This makes me grimace and I think: "Jillian, I'm really sorry for this."
And with a harsh slash of my wand do I break a pair of links of two of the chains that surround the box and another, even harsher slash down motion causes for two halves of the broken chains to crash down and attach themselves to the scar, actually cutting into the skin before merging together with the magic of the wounded skin.
Yet thanks to the Draught of the Living Death, does Jillian make no sound or motion that she is affected and this relieves me, but also makes me feel even worse and even more concerned. "She was healing much better than I thought. Either that or the Dark magic of the scar has been affecting her more than I already believed."

I then close my eyes and with a deep breath close off everything that makes Bill Weasley a wizard and a person first and this brings forth what my instructor would call my Goblin side; a side of me where I don't care what I have to do to accomplish my goals and don't care for what happens to me or others in order to get the job done.
And with eyes that are dead to everything and everyone around me, that are beady and look at the girl on the bed as an artefact that needs cleansing, do I slash my wand down again and again, causing for more chain links to break and for more halves of the broken chains to attack the scar and themselves to the wounded skin.
And finally, after seven chains does the carrier of the magic I need to gather inside my box start to show that the dark magic is part of her and fighting me as the carrier starts to scream, turn around and try to break the chains that are attached to the forehead of the carrier. "Intensify. It can't move this way. It will undo our work."
I tell my workers and one of them wants to open his mouth, but the other says: "Do as he says. We gave our word." And while I feel nothing for the fact that one of my colleague is now out for my blood, do they indeed follow orders, yet only so effectively that the carrier starts to twist and turn all but the carrier's head.

At this I aim my wand at the chains, reattach two that did indeed break down and then stick my wand in the incision inside the box. And through my magic do I sense myself traveling inside the box and into the part where there is space for new magic to form. I shape this and prepare it to gather what will come out of the carrier.
I then travel over to where the broken chains are and divide myself, causing for multiple parts of me to travel through one of the many chains that are linked to the carrier. And with a few of them I stumble upon the magic that I need to gather right away. Yet with others it seems as if the magic has merged deeper with the carrier.
This makes me frown slightly in my human form and I focus first on the smaller parts of me that have already found the dark magic. I lengthen my magical selves and stretch them out before covering every inch of the dark magic I have found. And like a wheel do I roll the dark magic to where the chain links are located.
The chain links' magic instantly spots this and drains the circle within my hold empty, causing for the dark magic to be transferred to the compartment inside the box that I created and prepared earlier on. And with that do I link these bits of me to the chain links, break their link with the carrier and reattach them to their original links.

I then travel to the other links that are still holding strong and merge the bits of me there with the bits of me that I send there before I start to focus them deeper inside the carrier following the path that the dark magic of the scar seems to have followed. And I frown when I realize that these bits of dark magic have memories attached to them.
"Three memories detected. Carrier will not suffer from removing them. Commence the removal. Dark magic must be gathered." I think and I stretch my bits out yet again, but then, as I wrap them around the memories I spotted, do I also reach out for all of the dark magic that could be affecting, gathering it within the memories' hold.
And when I am 100% sure that all of the foreign magic has been pulled out of the carrier and gathered within the three memories, do I move them away, parts of me instantly breaking off to put the chains of memories that the three memories come from are linked back together to ensure no more damage to the carrier.
And when I am assured of this, do I reattach my healing parts to the rest of my moving parts and speed up the moving of my wheel-like selves. And just like with the other parts do the chains linked to the carrier spot the foreign magic approaching and do they suck it out of my wheel-like shapes, transferring it into the box.

"All foreign magic gathered. Commencing full clean up and sealing sequence." My magic thinks and while part of me rushes all through the carrier to detect, gather and transfer any leftover parts of the foreign magic, does the other part transport itself through the chains linking the carrier to the box, leaving one link attached.
And yet, while the half of me within the carrier finds no more leftover remains and thus transport itself through the last remaining link and breaks the link before reattaching the two halves of the chain together, do I leave one half of the link open to ensure my own magic does not get locked in along with the foreign magic.
I then check up on the foreign magic that is now within the Dark Containment box and when I see that it is fluttering and whisking around near the compartment I created for it, do I gather all of my magical-self back into my wand and through it back into my person. And this return of my magic also undoes all of my other preparations.

Yet while I feel all of the emotions that I would usually feel when doing this try to overwhelm me, do I not let this happen and instead of that do I focus them all of my wand which is still inside the box and I snarl: "Contain this evil. The compartment is ready." And with that do I start to push all of my magic from my core into the box.
The chains that were dark blue, black and green now turn a dark burgundy purple color and the lines and marks of magic and events that the box has seen happen start to light up with a darkish form of light that I have never been able to understand, yet even though this light is growing brighter, do I keep pushing magic within the box.
And finally after a long and arduous task, do I hear the sound of a lock closing itself off, which I know happens within the compartment I created within the box and I sigh relieved, my magical reserves almost completely drained, causing for me to turn around, pull my wand out of the box and tiredly move it back into my tool kit.
And with the knowledge that Jillian has been cleansed, that the dark magic is now contained and that the protective enchantments on my tool kit will keep the dark effects of both the containment box and the magic it is now containing safely within its hold, do I turn to the nearest chair and turn it into a cot before falling down, out cold.

Sirius' POV

"If it weren't for the fact that he actually looks worse than Jillian did when those chains were first attached to her, I would so skin him alive for causing my little girl so much pain, not to mention what he called her. What was he even thinking, calling my precious little girl an it?" I growl in anger at the passed out redhead.
"Sirius, Curse Breakers are required to turn down their entire personality when they partake in tasks like these. Bill wasn't Bill when he said that, he was Curse Breaker Weasley. He was barely even human when he started working at that point. It's why the Curse Breaker position is more for Goblins than for humans."

Dumbledore tells me and this makes me sigh as I get what he is trying to tell me and I ask: "So he's not just physically tired, is he?" To which the man gravely tells me: "I have little doubt that he will be joining Mss. Potter in this here wing for some time once he wakes up. I do believe that is a common courtesy of the job."
And I nod before looking at my little girl, who does indeed look just as fragile as she did when she was still Harry and was accepting that he was about to die. And the sight of my precious child like this is almost too much for me, making me choke up as I hiss: "Get Poppy here. I – I can't take seeing my little girl like this."
And while part of me feels terrified that this whole ordeal will affect my probation in such a way that Jillian might lose me after all, do I ignore this chance as I happily accept Poppy's offered Sleeping draught, cuddle close against my sweet little baby and whisper: "Take care of her." Before gulping down the draught.

Remus' POV

"It was wrong. Bill should have picked someone else." I mutter as Poppy works to check on Jillian and see if she can have the antidote to the Draught of Living Death, but then Albus shakes his head and says: "Sirius may not have been the best choice for this endeavor, but him being here was for the best." At which I look at him confused.
"Had Sirius not been here for this, people would have gone to think that he didn't care enough for his goddaughter to help her with something as horrible as this, not to mention him not being here for this would have made his reaction to seeing Jillian like this a lot worse, which would mean that his reaction could have negative effects."

This makes me grimace as the man is definitely right about this and I then focus on another something I noticed and I say: "He erased some of her memories. I noticed him doing so as I was inside her mind." To which Dumbledore sighs and says: "I can only imagine that the memories must be covered in the magic he wanted to contain."
"I'm glad he did." I then tell the man and he turns to me as I say: "I was able to see which memories he took. In one – Albus, did you know that Harry encountered an actual Basilisk right here inside the school? Or that it managed to stab his elbow with one of its fangs? That he almost died of the poison if not for Fawkes' healing tears?"
And the man remains stoic until I ask him about the fang. Here the man turns shocked before he sighs and says: "I know of Harry and the Basilisk as I met him in Minerva's office shortly after, but I didn't know about the fang. Though knowing of the meeting that I do, I can only imagine that he eluded this for the others' sake."
This makes me look at the man and he says: "I'm not sure what you saw of that memory, Remus, but it took place at the end of Harry's second and happened because Ginerva had been taken down to the Chamber Of Secrets, which Ronald, Harry and Mss. Granger had been able to find, and because the Heir had kidnapped her."

This shocks me greatly and Albus hums as he says: "I wonder if telling Mss. Weasley that her victim didn't just save her life but almost died trying to do so will make her regret her actions." And while I personally very much doubt this, do I say: "It may not mean much or be of any help, but you can use my memory if necessary."
"Considering the fact that the memory Mr. Weasley took is now out of our grasp, that might just be necessary. Now, speaking of our resident Hyenas, I am going to have another look at Mr. Weasley. See if he is ready to leave my office yet." This shocks me and I ask: "He hasn't left your office yet? Why not?"
"I didn't feel he deserved it, plus the Metamorphmagus told me that she needed a second round. Apparently Mr. Weasley taking control of the meeting did not have the usual effect. I am going to go see if the Metamorphmagus taking action will have any effects instead. Wish me luck, Remus." And the man leaves the cubicle.

I myself turn to Poppy and ask: "How is she?" And the matron purses her lips as she says: "None of her wounds have reopened or gone back to the state they were in when she first woke, but she will definitely feel as if they have." At this I nod and say: "So she'll just tire even faster and will feel in pain over old pains, right?"
And the woman nods before I sigh as I made sure to put a small spell on my office and classroom door to alert me if students approach them. "I got to go, Poppy. I have students depending on me. Can you look over these three and send a message to Minerva to let her inform the school that DADA is cancelled for the coming week?"

The woman nods and I leave the cubicle. "That sure looked hella painful." A gruff voice suddenly says and I look shocked, having completely forgotten that Alastor is still here healing as well. "You saw it?" To which the man shrugs and says: "My eye always tends to turn straight to any source of dangerous and dark magic.
That Weasley lad sure took a lot of risks. The way his body trembled, shook and practically collapsed those few times; he's going to be here hella longer than either me or that girl, let me tell you. Though I got to admit, I never thought I'd see the day where a Weasley could magically ignore his own magical lineage and preferences. Respect."
And the fact that a man that hasn't given his respect to anyone since James and Sirius graduated the Auror Academy and instantly joined the Order of the Phoenix right after their exams is now doing so for the man that just cleansed my precious future goddaughter of her affliction makes me leave the Hospital Wing, feeling a lot lighter.

Albus' POV

What I just witnessed is something I thought utterly impossible and now, as I walk back to my office, do I know what I need to do; contact Gringotts and let them know of my suspicions as well as show them the diary so that their Curse Breakers – preferably with William in the lead – can track down the other Horcruxes.
"Tom may now know that his plans for Jillian have failed, but he cannot find out that either I or anyone else knows about his immortality ability; not until that ability has been destroyed." Yet unlike all other times that I thought and believed in this, do I now feel hope joining my determination instead of the usual despair.

And this hope also gives me hope for everything else. Hope to stop all those who have perverted, hurtful thoughts about the other sex, hope to bring justice to those who have been wronged by their fellow students and hope that the Hyenas will atone for their horrible actions. Especially two Weasleys and one Mss. Granger.
"They may never be friends with Jillian the way they were friends with Harry, but they can be proven that their actions were wrong. If nothing else, I am sure they can learn that they need to work on regaining the trust of those they hurt; not just their former friend, but those they held captive during their horrible attack."
And with this confident set of mind, do I move over to where the Griffin statue guarding my office is standing, ready to face whatever kind of character Ronald may have now that he has, hopefully, been healed of his illness and, even more than that, ready to do all it takes to make the boy finally realize the error of his ways.
Yet before I can actually step onto the moving staircase, do I get shocked as I sense a Teacher's Emergency Port Key getting activated inside the school and I turn around. And my heart actually misses a beat as a horribly scarred and bleeding figure appears behind me, Severus mumbling: "Albus, he's back." Before collapsing.

WHEW, that was HARD!
I actually had to do something similar to what Bill did and had to treat this story as if I were having a conversation with Dumbledore about classes. And for those of you wondering, I don't really hate Dumbledore, I'm just apathetic towards him. Yes, I hate his actions, but the fact that he got killed in the end just leaves me cold.
Sorry, but it's true,

Venquine1990