Oath Of Devotion
Chapter 4
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The once pristine office of Doctor Keen now looked shabby. From a simple glance, one would believe he was visited by an angry air elemental. The floor was stacked with books that looked to have fallen, end over end, to rest haphazardly over the littered floor. His once loved reading chair was now covered with discarded notes and forgotten medical texts.
"Mister and Misses Weasley, your daughter's core is nearly depleted. In this situation,with her magic steadily decreasing, a massive magical backlash may occur as her core slowly implodes on itself. Normally I would recommend hospital stay, no wizard or witch has been able to withstand the force of their core imploding on itself." I trailed off with the thought no witch or wizard has ever lost their core this slowly. He sat before Mister and Misses Weasley, as well as Albus Dumbledore. "On very few documented cases the victim is left no more then a Squib."
I am Doctor Keen, chief healer of St. Mungo's critical care ward for the last decade, and I didn't how much cruelty could be created in one case file, Ginny Weasley. My eyes once again slid down to a file I knew better then any woman I slept with. I couldn't think of what cruel god would rain down such horror onto such a loving family. I found over the past months I have become a very religious person, praying to various gods three to four times an hour for her recovery now matter how impossibly slim that may be, and the odds were worse then slim. "But, given her recent decline. " Coma he thought sadly " I have signed her release forms." I slid them across the desk to Arthur. "I don't see much more we can do for her here. She should be made as comfortable as possible before the end."
"Have we truly given up on her recovery?" Dumbledore said, and I could hear the pain in his voice as well as see it on his face. "I have asked Fawkes to look in on her, I know I reported last time he saw nothing, but alas I hope my old friend will be able to do something."
"Albus. You seem to have a misconception about my ability." I sighed "I know things were looking good, but I haven't the faintest idea were to go next."
"Albus," Molly murmured, moving to wipe tears away. That was the first time I have heard the tear eyed mother speak during our meetings.
"Here, Molly." I watched shocked with silence as the greatest wizard of are age transfigured my Macaro's award for outstanding medical care into a handkerchief for the grieving mother. As Albus turned his sad ancient eyes toward me all I could do was nod my head in polite approval. How does one tell the greats wizard of your age who has helped a crying mother to give back your hard earned, almost everyone has one, award without sound like a child.
So, instead of yelling like a child. I gave a polite nod.
"I still have a few books left in my personal library. I have also the promises of the hospital board that they will support you anyway needed here or at home. Arthur you will of course notify me if they should give you or Molly any trouble." Albus spoke
"Of course, Albus, again thank you for all you have done." Arthur replied. The poor man looked on the edge of tears. Mary has said he cried non stop in the hospital room, but hear during our daily meetings hardly a whimper of anguish. I never knew Arthur Weasley had such will power, why did it take something like this for me to notice, I pondered.
I watched as Albus Dumbledore moved to get up, as he turned to leave I could feel the room go cold. I looked at the parents of Ginny Weasley knowing they would again ask him what could be done. My fingers found the bridge of my nose as I felt shame fill me, what more could I say to the dying child's parents?
"No thanks needed Arthur." Albus said as he reached for the office door. Which slammed open without Albus's help or magic and my personal assistance,ex girlfriend, spilled into the room. "Doctor Keen you need to come see this." She panted, as she turned and continued "I was doing my rounds and found Harry Potter...is doing something" She looked like she was tiring to find the right words. No one seemed interested in anymore of what my assistance had to say as we all sprang to attention before flying out of my office toward room 305c.
XX
In room 305c, Pseudo-Ginny swayed gently, basking in the golden light gleaming off the hospital room walls. She turned and opened her eyes to watch this young wizard who has forced her into servitude. They have started the finial stage off an old ritual, one her would-be-owner didn't seal properly when he bonded to the sleeping girl. She watched with glee as his shoulders sagged as the weight of magic press down on him. She could feel his magic sing, it has been so long, she felt its pull. With a deep determination she resisted the seductive tune. It was after all her undoing so long ago. Flashes of a blonde man with a charming smile came to the forefront of her mind.
She started out giving him the correct instructions, but failed to tell him if he crossed to far their cores would collided causing a chain-reaction that may level this floor. Oh well she smiled it is full of wizards. "Now" she spoke softly, and watched as he started the process of pouring his core into hers. Filling her back up with what he greedily took anyways, and if she was lucky he will pass the threshold. Her eyes shown with lust, her heart felt like it would beat right through her. She resisted the temptation to laugh with glee as they approached the final minutes before the point of no return. With a tear of joy that slid down her cheek she watched as he slipped past the threshold. She will be free.
"Ginny, I don't think I will make it." The boys voice cracked like two rocks grinding together. "I should of died in the chamber. It was Fawkes, the Headmasters phoenix that saved me with his tears. I don't know if you can hear me, but please let your parents now I will always remember what they did for me." Pseudo-Ginny started in shock as the boy's knees buckled, she watched as the redheaded girls core groaned under the sudden influx of raw power.
"Phoenix?" she asked in a surprised voice.
Flames creased her, engulfed her, sung to her. Tears unknowingly came to her eyed as a male phoenix flashed in. She forgot how beautiful the flames were. Her hand reached out and it was gone. Hot tears slapped against the rooms floor, long forgotten sorrow filled her heart.
"What have I done?" she turned to look at the boy drifting off to a permanent sleep.
XX
He had never died before, but it didn't seem to bad or as difficult as he thought is death would be. For eleven years he thought his death would be at the hands of Uncle Vernon, two years at Hogwarts it Looked like his death would be by a dark lord by the name of Voldemort. This death thing was a simple thing, really. All he had to do was fall asleep and allow his life force to drift of, to find a new home in a girl that will live a happy life. He didn't want to die, but you see, death brought things. Death brought him his family, death brought peace, but most of all death brought life back to a loving family. There was had been pain, no white light. All he felt was peace, the kind your feel right before you fell asleep or awoke.
XX
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledor stopped dead in his tracks as Fawkes flashed right in front of him. Also, stopping the whole group that was following in his wake. The phoenix cry filled the hall way. His cry filled Albus with fear as he also felt the waves sorrow spilling off his familiar. Many thought he could talk with his phoenix, but in reality even he wasn't light enough to understand their language, but was given the boon to understand their emotions. Fawkes at the moment screamed panic, sorrow, and a very deep sadness.
And just was suddenly as when Fawkes flashed in. Albus found himself wrapped in flaming feathers. As they unwrapped he was standing in front of his seven foot long red oak headmaster desk. leaning wearily against the old wooden desk, Albus turned toward his familiars perch.
Fawkes slowly turned to get comfortable as he began to clean his feathers. "Fawkes, where is Harry?" He asked scared. His friend has only once ripped him away without asking, it was during the end of the last war. Tom set a viscous trap that cause his headquarters building to collapse in on itself. Without warning his familiar flashed in and brought him here to his office. "Old friend, we need him for the upcoming conflict. If that place is to dangrous for me you need to bring him here as well."
He responded with one long note.
"No." whispered the aged headmaster. Despair was all he felt. For some reason Fawkes believed it was to dangerous for him to be there, and that young Harry Potter was dead.
Albus wasn't convinced. He knew how resourceful the boy could be. His instincts screamed for him to return and bring his charge here and keep him safe. He found that after two years he loved the boy like his own. It hurt to watch fate drag him through one challenge after another, but who could change fate's will. So he sat and hoped word would reach him soon.
XX
Doctor Keen threw out his arms and came to a dead stop. Before him in the room, a bright flood of golden tendrils pour out of the BOY-WHO-LIVED. His hand was wrapped so tightly around young Ginny's arm that his knuckles were white. She also clung to the boys arm like it was a life line. Suddenly, Ginny sat up straight in her bed, eyes staring at the far wall her face locked into a silent scream, as golden strands of magic flowed out of her mouth and wrapped around her throat and seemed to be slowly slithering toward the combined arms. Her cotton bed garments were being thrashed around by an unknown force. Mary told them everything she knew on their way here, it wasn't enough to keep them from shock at seeing the scene before them.
From the lap of Harry, he saw a vile creature. It turned it's blackened head toward them its gleaming red eyes filled him with a deep fear. The look locked him in place, but Arthur wanked his arm free of the door frame. I could barely hear his scream as he charged past toward his only daughter.
The creature charred beak opened and the world blackened, my eardrums filled with an unimaginable pain.