HBP Spoilage
Summary: At the end of her sixth year, Briara Potter, "The Girl Who Lived," defeated Lord Voldemort. In his last moments, Voldemort used the Alius Ego Alius Rudimentum charm, banishing Bri to a far more familiar HP universe until its Voldemort is destroyed by its own chosen one.
And so the saga continues, well not so much of a saga being as it is rather short right now, but you get the idea.
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Standing back up, Hermione announced to a very pale Ron and Harry: "She's alive."
"A-a-alive?" Ron stammered. "How could anyone look like that and still be alive?"
"I'm sure I've come pretty close." Harry said blandly. "Come on, she needs medical attention; let's get her back up to the castle."
"I don't think that will be necessary." Ron and Harry looked at Hermione stupidly.
"What do you mean it's not necessary? She's dying!"
"Look Ron, all the professors are heading this way already. They must have heard the sonic boom she made when she . . . arrived. It would be safer if one of them moved her. We don't want to aggravate her wounds unnecessarily." Hermione explained.
"She's right. We need to get their attention." Harry said, turning around to face the castle. He then shot a jet of yellow sparks into the sky, indicating to the aurors and professors where they were.
The main doors leading into the castle had been thrown all the way open. The light from inside poured out into the night, illuminating the backs of many figures rushing out from the castle. When the dark silhouettes noticed the light display in the sky a group of them broke off from the rest and headed towards the pitch. The rest of them divided up and went to inspect the remainder of the grounds for disturbances and danger.
Hermione knelt back down by the strange girl to monitor he pulse while they waited for the detachment to reach the pitch. Ron paced anxiously next to Hermione while Harry ran out to meet the group heading their way. As he got closer, he noticed Professor McGonagall and Mad Eye Moody (who was moving pretty fast for a man with a peg-leg) in the lead.
"Professor! We need Madame Pomfrey. There's a girl, she's been injured. Ron and Hermione are with her just over there." Harry breathlessly motioned in the direction from which he had come with his hand.
"Potter! What are you doing out . . . Injured? How? Was she attacked? Were there Death Eaters?" McGonagall had stopped running but the group was still moving at a quick pace towards the pitch where Ron, Hermione, and the unconscious girl were waiting.
"I, we don't know. She just appeared, Professor, that's what caused the noise. Hermione, Ron and I were on our way back to the castle after visiting Dumbledore when we noticed something strange. We followed a light over the Quiditch Pitch and when we got there, the girl appeared out of nowhere."
"Like magic, eh Potter?" Moody asked. Moody's magical eye swiveled towards the girl lying prone on the ground who had just come into view. "We must hurry, her pulse is weakening. McTaggert, run back up to the castle and have Poppy prepare a bed for the girl. We'll be there shortly."
"Yes sir." A young auror whom Harry didn't recognize dashed back towards the castle at breakneck speed.
"Her pulse is slowing down!" Hermione called to McGonagall as the rescue group reached them, unknowingly echoing Moody's prior statement.
"Move to the side, I'll take it from here." Moody pushed everyone out of the way until he was standing next to the beaten body of the girl. "Mobilicorpus stabilis." The body rose into the air without moving from the position it had been in while sprawled on the ground. Propelling the floating girl in front of him, Moody headed towards the infirmary.
"Potter, Weasley, Granger, follow me. I have some questions to ask about what happened. And then we will have to go back over your curfew rules and why they are important. The rest of you," McGonagall turned to the remaining aurors that had followed her over to the pitch, "continue searching the grounds, something happened here tonight and we need to know what."
The aurors moved off down the field. The outlines of their bodies disappearing as they melted away into the darkness of the night. It became eerily quiet after all the excitement had passed. The only sound left was the wind whistling through the goal posts.
The grass near Harry's feet was bent down where the girl's body had crushed it. Some of the blades had been stained red with the blood that had seeped from her numerous wounds. It was scary. Harry somehow felt that given different circumstances, it could very well have been his body beaten to a bloody pulp and deposited in the middle of a field somewhere. It was not something he wanted to think about.
McGonagall turned to the three students that had snuck out of the castle. "Now, Potter has informed me that you three were outside tonight paying your respects to Dumbledore. As noble a cause as this is, you are aware that the daylight hours would suite your purpose just as well, and would be much more conducive to a long life."
"I just needed some time alone with him, to talk things over." Harry explained, as they all started heading back towards the castle. "I mean, during the day, there is going to be a large crowd paying respects and I needed him to myself. Ron and Hermione only came out to find me, and then kept me company."
McGonagall sighed sadly "I understand, Harry. But it is still to dangerous for you to be outside at night, even with your friends. You-Kn . . . Voldemort is on the offensive now and we must be more cautious. Especially you Harry, you are his main target now that Dumbledore is gone."
"Harry knows, Professor." Hermione said "and he will be more careful from now on. We all will."
"You had better. I expect you and Mr. Weasley to watch Mr. Potter's back at all times." McGonagall stopped when they had reached the main entranceway. "Go back to your tower. It's late and I can wait until tomorrow to hear your story about how the girl appeared. I will contact Buexbatons and Durmstrang to see if they are missing any students. She doesn't look like one of ours that I recognize but she doesn't look old enough yet to have graduated. Get some sleep; I will let you know of the girl's condition tomorrow."
"Thank you, Professor." Hermione said.
"G'night, Professor." Ron yawned. "Harry, you coming?"
Harry turned back to face his friends from gazing out the doors back towards the pitch where they had found the girl. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. Let's go."
The trio turned and headed up the stairs towards the Gryffindor Tower while McGonagall went off in another direction toward the infirmary to check on the girl before sending owls to the other schools.
It had been a long night. A strange one too, and it looked as if things were only going to get stranger. There was something about the girl that Minerva just couldn't place. She had the strangest feeling that she should know her, and yet she was sure that she had never seen the child before in her life. Well, hopefully someone would be able to identify the girl so they could get her back to her family. They must be going wild with worry. To have your daughter go missing in the middle of a war? It must be terrible. The poor parents. Everything would sort itself out in the morning; everything looks brighter under the light of day after all.
Minerva reached the infirmary. "How is she Poppy?"
"The poor dear is pretty badly cut up. That one on her arm especially, it may take a few weeks to heal fully, even with help. She looks as if someone used her for target practice. Besides the regular battle curses, she shows signs of Crucio. She was most likely attacked by Death Eaters. She's not a muggle, though, that much is sure by her clothing. It almost looks like one of our school uniforms but it's so beat up its hard to tell. I would suggest moving her to St. Mungo's, however, if Death Eaters are after her it would be easier for them to reach her there. I've done all I can tonight. It's up to her now."
"She will live?"
"Yes, she'll live, but it may take a while for her to regain consciousness. Her mind turned itself off to deal with the pain."
"But she will be all right?"
"Physically? Yes, her body will heal. Mentally, I don't know. To have to suffer through receiving such terrible wounds could cause a person to turn in on themselves. To become extremely introverted, distrustful of others. It is different for each person. We can only hope for the best."
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Well, that was a load of blah. Kinda slowish in my opinion. Lots of blah. Blah blah blah. Blah blah. Okay, I'm done. Blah. Darn! It snuck out.
Okay, it may be awhile until next time, I have three tests this upcoming week. Yuck.