CHAPTER 5
Harry looked around the room they had acquired at the Leaky Cauldron. It was simple, one large bed, one wardrobe, a desk, and a connecting bathroom. Elektra was in her Felidae form, curled upon the bed beside of Azrael who was still asleep due to some muggle pain medicine they had given him before they left the Dursley's. They'd arrived a few hours and after recovering from the trip on the Knight Bus had decided it would be safer for Azrael if they contacted Madame Pomfrey instead of trying to heal their brother themselves. Harry had sent Hedwig with a note and she had returned with a reply half-an-hour ago. Madame Pomfrey was due to arrive any moment. As if his thoughts had summoned her the door to the room burst open and the Healer hurried into the room.
"Alright, Mr. Potter, what have you done now?" Madame Pomfrey asked the young wizard as she took out her wand, ready to heal whatever injury the danger prone boy-who-lived had now acquired.
"It's not me. I'm fine." Harry informed her as he shook his head and pointed to the bed, where Azrael lay still sleeping with Elektra, who had changed back to her human form before the witch noticed her, sitting beside him.
Madame Pomfrey's eyes widened. Both Azrael and Elektra had fresh clothes on and all the blood and dirt had been washed off, but they still looked like they had been in a battle. Madame Pomfrey moved towards Azrael and began casting spells.
"Broken arm, small gash on head, long laceration on chest, various bruises and scrapes." She muttered to herself the list of injuries as she began healing the boy. When she was finished she turned to Harry and Elektra. "He will be fine, but I recommend you do not wake him, he needs rest. Now you." Madame Pomfrey said as she turned to Elektra and began once again casting spells. "You have a cut on your forehead, a gash on your left leg, a sprained ankle, and various scratches and bruises." Madame Pomfrey told her as she healed the wounds. After she was finished she pulled out a small vial and handed it to her.
"What is it?" Elektra asked, eying the liquid warily.
"A mild sleeping potion. Drink it, you need rest." Madame Pomfrey told her. Elektra glanced at Harry, who nodded, then downed the potion. A few moments later she was asleep beside Azrael. Satisfied, Madame Pomfrey turned to Harry, a questioning look on her face. "Your letter was rather vague, but I told you about it, as you requested. Now will you tell me why and who these children are and what happened to them?" The Healer asked him.