Conquest.
Written by NXT3.
CHAPTER THREE:
WITH A CRACK the men swirlled into existence, in the middle of a court yard, behind them stood a nameless castle. It was empty when the Captain found the castle several years ago, thus it was investigated and once it was deemed safe, charmed and transfigured into the ideal safe house, the medic that manned this castle was Madame Pomfrey of Hogwarts Castle, for even she had gotten dragged into the frey.
"AHHHHH!" came the scream of Dracorius, who's left arm had hit the floor with a 'thump' as it had been detached from his body, a dagger embedded into the ground beneath them. Medics came rushing from the gates of the castle, a few attending the screaming Lord, others levitating stretchers and carefully placing corpses onto them, soon everyone being evacuated inside.
Madame Pomfrey, wearing white skin tight armour held the doors open for her nurses and medics who were fully trained and prepared to attend the damaged men, the guard of the horde limping into the hall, having refused to be levitated in. "Guard Bellonitum, what is wrong with you?" She enquired, having seen nothing notable on his person at first glance.
The guard raised his arms to show his mangled hands that were slowly stitching themselves back together. "Is this your core magic repairing the damage?" She asked astonished, the guard shook his head and mouthed the word potion. Words not being able to escape his throat.
Pomfrey nodded her head, and wrapped her arm around the wounded soldier, realising her faulty way at addressing the situation, showing him inside to find a spare bed, hoping to heal him enough to get a report down on parchment and sent to the higher ups, and to be able to help the man that had once called himself Draco Malfoy.
Nightfall came. The sun vanishing from the sky was the sign to all to keep your guard up. No matter how protected you feel you may be. A lesson learned early on in the War.
Most men had been healed and had succumbed to their exhaustion, others had opted to write to their loved ones or the loved ones of those that had fallen. Guard Bellontium had opted to sit with Lord Dracorius and help write the report.
"and in the silence I had given you a vial to repair your hands."
"There's no way it can grow back?"
"And in the silence, I had given you a vial to repair your hands."
"Is there not a potion that could reattach the arm?"
"Shut it! and in the silence I had given you a vial to your hands."
"Do you want me to write that you had lost your arm?"
"Shut the fuck up! and in the silence, I, the giving Lord Dracorius Black had given Gaurd Benjamin Bellontium a vial filled with tears of the Skyrover to repair the damaged, mangled and irreparable hands that had been destroyed in battle!" Dracorius shouted, Bellontium stared at the lord.
"So that means it's never gonna come back?" Dracorius sighed.
"Yes. For the mean time, I'll have no arm. I'll probably never have a left arm again. It'll burn up too much magic that I don't have in reserve to repair my missing appendage. The one that was once their was sliced off with a magic dagger, according to what one of the curse breakers that live with the medics and nurses and soldiers here, there's runes inscribed in the dagger. Anything that's cut with it, cannot be healed or repaired."
There was pause.
"I apologise for the mistreatment I have done onto you my Lord." Dracorius looked up to the guard, who was sitting straight back, and staring at the wall that the bed they were sitting on rested against.
"Why the fuck are you sorry?" He asked
"due to a lack of consideration into the well being of the lord, you were damaged in the battle." Dracorius laughed, one that soon turned into a hearty laugh. the raven haired man rose to his feet and with his right arm motioned to all of the occupied beds.
"Because of you, my friend. All of these people are able to live another night. They're able to spread word of the danger that they faced, and retain memories that we can use to train other soldiers. They able to tell the families of those that died of the heroic actions they completed in their time of service. Because of you, we didn't have our asses fucked so hard that we wouldn't be able to wake up after. You're a hero Bellonti... ah fuck it. Can I just call you Ben? It'd make things so much easier for me." He asked.
The guard raised his eyebrows at the lord before composing himself. "Of course my lor-" he was stopped by Dracorius raising his remaining hand.
"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence with 'my lord'. I don't even use my fucking house name. Call me Draco. It'll make things easier for you in battle." the guard nodded his head. (AN: I too will also begin to call him Draco unless it is called for for me to full name him from now on.)
They finished a report on the battle, and ended it with a second parchment stating the men that left Toolstown with him, and those that will be returning.