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Scene Four

The Treatment

Seeing Remus' apprehensive look, Doran tried to soothe the werewolf. "He might survive till now because of your healing magic." He called Weldren. "Weldren, come quick! Bring the herbs for poison. The lad needs it!"

The said person nodded at him and ran to another camp to find the herbs. Not a minute later, he brought a bag with him. He handed it to Doran who quickly searched the right herb. When he found it, he squeezed it till some liquids appeared from the squeezed leaf. He smeared the liquid to where the poisonous arrow strike the young wizard's shoulder.

Harry hissed in pain in his slumber. He steered from his sleep. "Sirius?" his voice was hoarse.

"He's okay, Harry. Just too exhausted and he is sleeping right now." Said Remus.

"Can you see and hear me, lad?" asked Doran who bandaged his shoulder with a white cloth which soon turned red from the blood carefully.

"All are blurred, but I can hear your voice pretty clear." Doran asked Weldren to get water.

"You must have pretty good fortune upon you, lad. There weren't many people could survive this. This poison was even more potent than Nazgul's poison blade. Although that poison could only be healed by magic, so that would be more fatal when we didn't have any Ishtari or powerful elf with us. Of course the fact that this guy here used his healing magic helped you." Rambled Doran to make Harry didn't lose his consciousness. "Don't sleep, lad. You won't know if that will be your eternal sleep. Speak with me so you won't doze"

Harry nodded painfully. "I have ever had worse than this." He winced when Doran and Weldren lifted him to the stretcher and brought him to the nearest camp to get treatment. He let Remus to treat Sirius.

"Really?"

"Yeah, in my second year at Hogwarts. I was 12 at the time. A basilisk, the big one, implanted its smaller fang, 1 feet in length, to my arm."

"Tell me you're lying."

"I'm not. The fang was poisonous. In my place basilisk was one of the most poisonous creature. If not for Fawkes healed my arm soon after that happened, I believe that I would die that time."

"Who is Fawkes?" Weldren cleaned his bleeding arm with wet cloth which made Harry gritted his teeth.

"A phoenix, a fire eternal bird. It was one of magical creatures that have healing magic on its tear. Fawkes is my headmaster's acquaintance. He helped me killed that giant snake."

"Your world is interesting, lad." This get a chuckle which soon become a cough from Harry.

"So is yours," he replied. Weldren could only stare at the two puzzled wondering who the lad was and what were they talking about.

"So basilisk is a giant snake."

"Yeah, it was magical creat—augh! That hurts!" he hissed as Doran poured the liquid equaled to half of a bottle's contents to his wound. It smelled like alcohol.

"This is war. Everything is hurt. Continue your story," Weldren accepted the bottle he handed to him and stored it on a trunk carefully.

"It was poisonous, and you will die just by its glance."

"Are you sure? I have never heard of that kind of creature here." Harry could hear the barely concealed worried tone in his voice.

"That's because there's no basilisk here. For that I thank God." Doran agreed. His world was already full enough of dangerous creatures roaming around, he honestly thought that having that kind of creature here would be disastrous. Harry paused to regain his breath. Remus entered the camp with the now awakened Sirius leaning to his shoulder tiredly. "It was very huge, even from its colonies. Let's just say that he could easily swallow my body…" Doran continued to treat his wound. He asked the other ranger to help the others. "It had to be hundreds years old. It almost swallow me infact… That was when its fang struck my arm. I imbedded the sword I brought to the roof of its mouth. The sword reached its brain and killed it. The fang, unfortunately still implanted in my arm. Then Fawkes healed me with his tears." Harry struggled from the slumber that almost claimed him.

"You must be the luckiest kid I have ever met," he exclaimed as he wiped off his sweats from his forehead after he finished the treatment. Harry would live; he has passed his critical moment. The herb he smeared over his shoulder was starting to neutralize the poison.

"Indeed I am," Doran heard the sarcastic reply and couldn't help but thinking about what were happened to this innocent lad. Harry's breath became calmer and he couldn't ignore the sleep calling.

"Rest! You need it." He stroked his messy ebony hair.

He turned around and saw the two in the bed completely worn out. He neared them. They snapped their heads when they felt him.

"How—"

"He will live." This relieved the remaining marauders. "He has passed the critical moment, but you have to take care of him. If there's a sign he has fever, tell me!"

"Thank you, thank you."

"No need," he waved his hand. "You three helped us a lot. If there weren't you, we might lose more people than already." He sighed. Remus could see his own arm bleeding too.

'Your arm…"

""This?" he showed his left arm. "Don't worry, it's only small wound. Nothing I can't take care of." He paused. "Well I have to go to help the others. Just stay here to rest. You two are pretty worn out from what I see," he chuckled as he saw their tattered robes.

When he was outside, Sirius came closer to his godson. "It's my fault, if I was careful—"

"Sirius, don't blame yourself. Harry won't like you feel guilty. He loves you." Remus stressed the word.

"I know, but if I saw that arrow—" Remus stifled his mouth.

"Ssstttt! You will wake him up if you shout!" Sirius composed himself. "Good. There's nothing you can do to change what already happened. The most important thing is that he's still alive, and won't want to see you weep and blame yourself. Rest and later you can greet him with your infamous smile." He joked. It seemed to work since the fire on his eyes softened.

"Allright then." He went to the outside after he squeezed Harry's left hand gently. Remus followed him as he glanced proudly at James' and Lily's son who was sleeping peacefully.

TBC………..

There! Now you know Harry will live.

Next: Rangers' meeting. Harry is still not conscious. The argument between Sirius and Remus.

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