CH8

"The rest of you, with me," she said before turning around and striding to the stairs to go up to the second floor and the school Infirmary.

It was as dusk was beginning to fall at Harry's location that he looked up and saw something that should not have been possible; there were two moons. After standing on the hilltop where he'd clambered to try and see if he could see civilisation anywhere near him, not seeing any, he'd been standing there wondering what to do next when he'd looked to the stars. That's when he saw the two moons. The larger of the two was bigger than Luna, the moon of Earth, and the other was significantly smaller. However, there was no disbelieving they were both moons.

He gawked at them for a moment before he promptly fainted.

After practically having to force their way into the Infirmary at Hogwarts, the two Healers attached to the DMLE immediately moved to triage the six patients within. They knew five of them were at the Department of Mysteries just that evening, but didn't know, just yet, which of the six wasn't one of them.

Madam Poppy Pomfrey, the school medi-witch, was currently working on one young witch behind a set of screens. She immediately popped out from behind the screens and demanded, "What is the meaning of this?"

Bones replied, "A DMLE investigation, Madam Pomfrey. Do not interfere."

The Master Healer then slipped by them both and went behind the screens. He'd moved so quickly and assuredly, Pomfrey didn't even have a chance to figure out what he was doing before he passed her.

"Hey!" she called, starting to head for the screens herself again. "You can't be here!"

Bones had a quick look at a young teenage witch with her chest bare and eyes closed before the curtains closed again. She immediately entered behind Pomfrey and firmly said, "Pomfrey! That is Master Healer Periwinkle. Leave him be!"

Having ignored Pomfrey, Periwinkle had been scanning over the girl's chest and looked up in anger. "This young lady goes to Saint Mungo's, right now."

The 'young lady' was one Hermione Granger and she was currently unconscious.

"Headmaster Dumbledore has authorised only me to treat this lass," huffed Pomfrey. "I will thank you―"

"Shut your mouth, Pomfrey," Periwinkle snapped. "You have neither the training to deal with this properly, or the authority to interfere in what I medically do for a patient."

As Pomfrey gaped back in shock, Periwinkle turned to Bones and said, "This one. Saint Mungo's Casualty. Right, the Hell, now."

"But... but..." spluttered Pomfrey. "The Headmaster―"

"His decision is overruled and overturned, Pomfrey; by my authority as a Master Healer," he rode over her. "Ready her for transport, immediately. Nothing else."

Then he flicked a sheet over her bare chest and strode back out through the curtains.

Back out he looked to the next 'patient'. He spotted a blonde holding one of her breasts. He immediately looked to her and demanded in a kindly voice, "Your name, lass?"

"Luna Lovegood, Master Healer," she was still grasping her right breast and holding it quite gingerly.

Looking at how she was holding her boob, he asked, "I'll take a look at that." And moved forward.

She shook her head and used her other hand to indicate another patient over the other side of the ward. "You'll need to see him, first."

When Periwinkle turned to look where she was pointing, she added. "He got entangled in these brain things the Unspeakables had in these big tanks. I think he's hurt far more than I am."

Surprised, he looked back with a quick look and gave her a firm nod. "Your breast?"

"Just severe bruising, I think," she replied. "I can wait."

He gave her another nod and went across the room to Weasley's bed. "Tompkins?" he called.

The female 'journeyman' Healer looked up from where she was working on Neville Longbottom's nose. "Master Healer?"

"What have you triaged already?" he asked.

"This one has a badly broken nose and a couple of fingers on his right hand," she replied. "The one to my right has a sprained ankle. Nothing urgent. I've not checked any of the others, yet."

As he began to scan Weasley, he said, "Heal the nose and move on. The young witch behind the curtain is heading for Mungo's... and so is this one." He then cast a couple of stasis charms on the boy. "The young witch with the light blonde hair and pink jeans believes she just has a bruised breast. Leave her, for now, and see to the lass in the Slytherin uniform."

As Periwinkle prepared the Weasley boy for transport, he looked to the freshly-healed Longbottom boy and asked, "Do you know who this is?"

"Yeah," sighed Neville. "That's Ron Weasley."

Periwinkle nodded and said, "Thank you. His parents?"

"Arthur and Molly Weasley," called the girl with similar coloured hair to the Weasley boy. "Is he going to be alright?"

"I believe so, yes," replied Periwinkle, finishing his stasis charms. "Pomfrey!" he suddenly and firmly called. Pomfrey came out from behind the curtains and irritably asked, "Yes?"

"That's 'Yes, Master Healer,' Pomfrey!" he snapped. "Remember your place!"

With a quick wince, Pomfrey repeated, "Yes, Master Healer?"

"This one is prepped and going to Mungo's, as well," he said, before turning fully to her. In an angry voice he almost-snarled, "Once Healer Tompkins and I are done, you and I are going to be having a little chat!"

Pomfrey winced again, "Yes, Master Healer."

"Have you finished prepping that young witch, yet?" he demanded.

"Yes, Master Healer," she replied. "However, Albus Dumbledore―"

"I don't give a busted wand what Albus Bloody Dumbledore said," he snapped over her. "You knew your duty and have utterly failed at it. That's why you and I will be having our little chat, once we're done.

"In the meantime, move on to the young lass behind you on your left and see why she thinks she's bruised her breast."

Again Pomfrey winced, before she immediately turned and hustled over to young Luna.

A few moments later, she conjured up a set of hospital curtains around the bed as Luna began to carefully, gingerly, remove her light jumper.