I do not own Harry Potter and do read the note from Chapter 1

I do not own Harry Potter and do read the note from Chapter 1. Ignorance is so NOT bliss.

Chapter 70

Godric's Hollow

It had not been long since that meeting, and Harry and the light had found themselves, for the first
time, able to say that they were proud of the Wizarding world. People were actually starting to fight back!

Rather then whine, complain, or insist someone come save them, there were those who, despite not being aurors or order members, fought back, and were not weak creatures that did not resist what fate would have given them. Even now the elves had come to speak with Alexandre about what they couldo help.

Most of them were healers, so he and Sirius were directing them to Hogwartsto speak with Madame Pomphrey. Despite St. Mungo's having most of what they needed, in terms of medicine and beds, it was still a place that was not secure or safe for those of the light. It was just too easily broken into.

Due to this increase of backbone in the people, the small group of light wizards hiding out were relaxing their guard as plans and strategies were suggested to try and keep things rolling even farther in favor of the light.

But none of them...no one expected what would happen next...

At the sound of the Floo activating, all in hearing range came on guard. No one was expected to arrive today. Immediately, two of the wolves rushed upstairs to guard Ginny, for she was still weak, though she was able to move better. She was in the final stages of the pregnancy, and she was considered
vitally important.

That little baby within her was hope for them all.

Ron stepped out of the Floo, looking around for Harry and the others frantically. Spying his friend, Ron bounds to him faster then he can blink.

"Ron?"

"Harry, we need you..." The red headed man said desperately. "Voldemort..., he's letting him run loose..." The youngest of the Weasely men whispered out shuddering. He looked sick and green from
whatever images 'he' conjoured up in his mind.

"Who?"

"Dean..." The youth replied quickly. "I don't have time to explain Harry, but you have to come. Fawkes is doing what he can, but so many... if you have a potions master or someone who can help, send them, please. We need help..."

The pain in his eyes evident as was the sickly tint to his skin. Harry nods his head and turns to Remus, Sirius, and Alexandre, with whom he had been chatting before Ron's arrival.

"Get Fleur... Remus til she comes..."

"I will gather what we have, Harry." The shifter replied. Alexandre and Sirius were already moving, on their way to Albania, to bring back Fleur. The Veela woman was there with Bill Weasely to try and find clues about anything Voldemort may have hidden there before his return to the UK, so long ago.

The two men then left themselves through the Floo after Ron. Both got sick as they arrived at Hogwarts. The stench of blood permeated the air, saturating everything, and the sheer foulness of it made both want to retch as they stepped from the fireplace. Although everything they saw was clean as they
walked into Hogwarts, their instincts warned them about what they would shortly see.

Suppressing their instincts, they could hear people pleading for help. However, what they saw when they entered made each man turn white.

In the Wizarding World, healing cuts and bruises is as simple as drinking a potion or muttering a few spells.

But from what the men saw in the room, it seemed as though magic was against them all. The Wizarding world was reduced to muggle means against this onslaught. With each movement of a patient, new gashes erupted over skin. Blood was pouring out faster then the healers could keep up with, and their
spells were useless against whatever was occuring. Fawkes flew overhead, doingall that he could with his tears. This stemmed the tide of blood, but Fawkes was but one phoenix.

Hermione came rushing up to them, snagging Remus as she ran, while Ron turned to Harry to explain.

"We don't know what started this, but there was apparently a fight outside the Lowestoft area, where there was a concert. I don't know what for sure was going on, but Hermione has figured out that they used the fight to cover the real problem."

"Which was?"

"The water, Harry, they did something to the water! Our magical cores fight it seems, in wizardfolk as well as squibs. But the muggles..."

Shivering, Ron, just went over to a body. The Order having only brought one Muggle, Harry paled as he could not even tell whether or not the body was human. It was curled into a fetal position, and it seemed as if the skin, although still attached, was flayed off. Even now it was oozing blood...

Not saying another word, Harry transformed. His phoenix emerging from where he once stood, he flies to Fawkes, who makes a sound of gratefulness, obviously exhausted. Before either of them could begin, another phoenix comes in. Emitting a soft song from its gentle throat, this new arrival sings.

As the peaceful melody fills the air, the screams and tortured howls die down. Fawkes and Harry join in the soft trill as they to cry, buying the time needed by the healers. The pain is eased and time is bought for the Healers to do their job, and for Fawkes to regain strength. Time has been given, it is up
to others not to waste it...

Seconds later, Fleur has arrived and, having been informed about the situation, is rushing down with Bill and Ron to the potion's rooms. None of them noticing other footsteps that followed as Sirius and Alexandre came along with the shifters.

All the while, down in the potion's room, Hermione and Remus work as fast as they possibly can to help and heal...

A frazzled Hermione is working alongside Remus, having taken blood from the dead body and that of a wizard who had been willing to give. The two work quickly to try and find an antie that worked.

"Where can I and the others help?" Fleur stated in a serious tone. Bill stood beside her as did Ron. What surprised the two already weary workers was the four others that came behind. Tall and beautiful and with hair ranging from white to darkest gold. Veela...

Each one was wearing a pendant much like the one Harry has taken to recently, their aura had been dampened down enough to keep the men from being captivated by their charms. Once directed and asked to help isolate properties of the water, the ethereal women set to work.

The inherent magic of the veela began to permeate the room as they started to glow with a radiant light. Being what they were, creatures of nature, it was lucky that they had not started off where Hermione and the others worked. Their bodies gave off a brilliant light that poked and prodded at the liquid
in the bowls. They cringed as the water seemed to lash out, lifting on its own to attack them.

Fleur listened to her sisters, she nodded her head in response and goes to fetch what they need. Bill, standing by the door at the time, can not help but gaze at her in admiration and love."Fleur..."

"I can not talk, Bill..." The Veela woman said softly. "The others have a theory at to what is causing
the problem. The water seems altered to their gaze. But, if what they believe it is proves true, then there is a cure. But it is one that even Harry will reject."

"What is it?"

"The werewolves are the cure."

"But that should not be so bad...Could we not ask them for help?"

Shaking her head, as the Veelas call for her to hurry, the blonde woman leaves him to pale at what she says next. "Non! If we do as the muggles do and simply use needles, administering the cure is simple. It is what is needed for the cure that makes it difficult."

"What is needed then?!"

"A heart, Bill...A stillbeating heart of a changed shifter..."

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Folks someone actually did something and volunteered their time to fix this chapter up some. They did not waste my time with promises of getting to it or anything in a couple of days. They DID something about helping me right then and there.