There were so many injured with cur

There were so many injured with curses, charms, and mob panic, that St. Mungoes couldn't possibly house them all. So only the more dire ones were shipped off to St. Mungoes, and for everyone else, a huge tent was raised, acting like a temporary infirmary.

Hours ago, Severus sent Sirius to connect with the aurors and Ministry personnel. As a former auror, that would be the best place for him. Severus' skills were best used at the tent, where he joined a dozen other healers and medi-wizards borrowed from St. Mungoes. Volunteers also came flooding in, handling the little, but necessary things so the healers could concentrate on their jobs.

In the aftermath of the attack, the atmosphere was tense, solemn, and heavy with unanswered questions. Even the medi-wizards, who usually had a hardy constitution, just by virtue of dealing with pain and suffering and death, worked with a single-minded focus. Everything around him reminded Severus eerily of the last days of the war, when the Dark Lord attacked so fast and so furious that the hospitals were overfilled and they had to erect temporary tents just like this one. It was like they were in the midst of war again, as if they hadn't enjoyed 13 years of peace.

But these were not the thoughts that preoccupied Severus' mind. Even as he worked mechanically, his mind was back at lot #4, where Harry Potter slept. He had been replaying over and over those few critical minutes. It was clear to him now that Harry had acted out of desperation. His methods left a lot to be desired, but Severus knew if Harry hadn't done what he did, then there would be a whole lot more injuries and more deaths than just the few who were caught inside their tents as it burned. It was thanks to Harry Potter that the 422nd World Cup was not known as the World Cup Massacre.

Analyzing Harry's unusual one sided conversation, Severus now understood that it was the mysterious Source Harry had interacted with, and it was this same source that could take possession of the boy's body and magic. That in addition to the fact that Harry manipulated his Dark Mark, punishing the Death Eaters as the Dark Lord had once done, worried Severus to no end.

"What kind of mess did you get yourself, this time," Severus muttered for the fifth time that night. All he knew was that the Dark Lord had built himself a body, making use of a golem, if Harry could be believed. Could the Dark Lord send his soul miles and miles away to take possession of Harry? Severus didn't know. Soul magic was one branch of magic that he didn't feel comfortable in studying, but he knew the Dark Lord practiced it extensively.

The only thing that kept Severus from picking the boy up and hiding him away was the fact that Harry seemed in complete control of the situation. True, something had used Harry's body, but it was with consent. And Harry was able to convince the Source to spare his memories, something that Severus now felt very grateful for. It showed just how much Harry trusted him, and Severus was not going to betray that until he got the full story.

Severus was no closer to puzzling out an answer when the first light of dawn bathed the ruined field in its golden light. Some novice healer took over for Severus, relieving him of his duties. Now that the most critical of the trauma patients were stabilized and taken care of, the apprentices and novices could take over.

Checking on the monitoring charm he placed over Harry's bed, he was pleased that the boy was still fast asleep. He would stay that way for another few hours. Deciding to take advantage of the moment, he went out in search of Sirius, finding the man amongst a group of burgundy robed aurors. It looked like the investigations were already started. Severus gestured to get Sirius' attention.

"Know anything concrete yet?" Severus asked by way of a greeting.

"And good morning to you too, Sevvie," Sirius replied.

"Don't start. I've treated over 50 witches and wizards, each of them have cried, puked, and bled all over me. I am not in the mood," Severus snapped irritably.

Sirius looked suitably impressed. For a misanthropic man, who abhorred humanity, that was a lot of unwanted human contact. But still… "Well, it hasn't been a picnic for us either," he said and pulled out the morning's Daily Prophet early edition, shoving it hard beneath the other man's overly large nose. "Git."

Severus took the paper and scanned it quickly. "Ministry blunders… culprits not apprehended… lax security… Dark wizards running unchecked… national disgrace… Who wrote this garbage? Ah, of course… Rita Skeeter." He looked up to Black, who he had to admit looked a little frazzled. "What's the word from the Ministry?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "They are maintaining that this isn't You-Know-Who come back to life, and all this…" Sirius waved an arm to take in all the damages around them. "Is just some drunk wizards having too much fun."

"Unlikely," Severus drawled, knowing from Harry that these were real Death Eaters, not impersonators. "Has Albus shown up?"

"If he has, he's probably hanging around the Weasleys. That seems to be the place where all the Ministry folks have gathered."

Severus debated for a moment on whether he had enough patience to deal with that lot. He could already feel a headache pounding behind his eyes, just at the thought. Unfortunately, it wasn't a matter of patience. He needed all the information he could get before he had his talk with Harry. So he apparated to the south end of the campsite, estimating where lot 68 was.

He immediately came upon a large crowd of disarray. Unlike the aurors who were identifiable by their dark red uniforms, everyone here were dressed in their Family colors, or those who attended the World Cup were dressed in muggle clothing. On the outer edges, questions were being shouted by the reporters and cameras flashed, irritating Severus' already tired eyes.

Thankfully, the Weasleys were a loud bunch, easily seen by their large numbers and red hair. But before he could reach them, he was detained by the last voice he wanted to hear, calling his name. Severus paused in midstride. "Yes, Lucius?" Severus drawled, the irritation on his face immediately smoothed out to that of cool disdain. "What do you want?"

"Just a word," Lucius replied, equally calm and well aware that there were eyes and ears everywhere.

Severus allowed himself to be pulled aside and waited for the necessary privacy wards to be erected. "This had better not take too long," Severus warned. "Thanks to your little demonstration, I've been working round the clock." And then he aimed an icy glare at Lucius. "What in Merlin's name possessed you people? Were you just drunk and stupid?"

Lucius smirked, having already inspected the state of his former friend. Usually the dour Potion's Master could care less about his appearance, but the tenseness around his eyes spoke of the stress he was under. "Perhaps I should have invited you join in the festivities. It appears as though you could use the stress relief."

Severus sneered in disgust. "Very sporting of you, Lucius," he said. "Well?"

"We were not drunk nor was this a mere whim." At this, Lucius grew serious. "It's time those Light-minded baffoons remember what we Dark wizards are capable of," he answered, his eyes taking on the glint of near religious zeal.

"And I suppose you are the one to lead us in this glorious movement?" Severus remarked dryly.

"I don't appreciate your tone, Severus," Lucius growled, taking a step forward to crowd the slightly shorter man. "You will be wise to reconsider your cushy position with Dumbledore."

Severus, however, wasn't an easy man to intimidate and stood his ground. They both knew that between the two, Severus was the stronger wizard in mind and magic. "And I suppose the Dark Mark flaring like the sun means nothing to you?"

Lucius' cold grey eyes narrowed, and he took a step back. "So you did feel it?" he asked, looking around furtively even though they were safe behind the privacy wards. "I had wondered."

Severus noted how the other man rubbed his left arm. Considering both of their high tolerance to pain, to cause Lucius to keep rubbing it, meant it had to still be bothering him. He gave Harry a mental pat on the back. "What do you think it was?" he asked with an air of disinterest.

"What do you think?" Lucius snapped back, finally letting out a little of the panic he was feeling inside. "This is absolutely the worst time for Him to return…but He must still be weak," he added, and to Severus, it sounded like Lucius was trying to convince himself of the fact. "Or else, why did He not show up?"

Realizing Lucius was even more clueless than he was, Severus was no longer interested in spending a minute more than his former friend. "Well, you can speculate all you want. I, on the other hand, have better things to do." And with that, Severus broke the wards with a neat slash of his wand.

In his characteristic long strides, he left Lucius fuming behind, making a bee line to the cluster of red heads. Thankful for his snarky reputation, the crowd immediately parted for him as they recognized the stern and determined look on his face. Some were whispering and pointing at him as he passed. He ignored them all with practiced ease. No doubt they were wondering if he had anything to do with the attack.

Thankful for his sanity, Arthur met him halfway. "Is there something I can help you with?" Arthur asked.

Severus shook his head, and Arthur understood. They were drawing curious eyes. That's why he hated being around people in general, and specifically Light wizards. They were a shallow, judgmental species, prone to self righteousness. Speculations will run high just because he was seen talking with Lucius Malfoy, high ranked Ministry man, who wouldn't normally be seen by the likes of someone so misanthropic as Severus. And now he was talking to Arthur Weasley, a very well known Light wizard, and enemy

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Có là vì vậy nhiều người thương với lời nguyền, charms, và hoảng sợ bọn xã hội đen, St. Mungoes có thể không thể nhà tất cả. Do đó, chỉ những thị trường hấp dẫn hơn đã được chuyển đến St. Mungoes, và cho tất cả mọi người khác, một lều lớn đã được nâng lên, hoạt động như một trạm xá tạm thời.Đây, Severus đã gửi Sirius để kết nối với aurors và bộ nhân viên. Là một cựu Slughorn, đó sẽ là nơi tốt nhất cho anh ta. Severus kỹ năng tốt nhất được sử dụng tại các trại, nơi ông tham gia một tá khác healers và vay mượn từ St. Mungoes medi-phù thủy. Tình nguyện viên cũng đến lũ lụt tại, xử lý ít, nhưng những thứ cần thiết để những healers mà có thể tập trung vào công việc của họ.Trong hậu quả của cuộc tấn công, không khí được căng thẳng, long trọng và nặng với câu hỏi unanswered. Ngay cả các medi-trình thuật sĩ, những người thường có một hiến pháp hardy, chỉ cần bằng đức hạnh của đối phó với cơn đau và đau khổ và cái chết, làm việc với một tập trung chuyên. Tất cả mọi thứ xung quanh anh ta nhắc nhở Severus eerily của cuối ngày của cuộc chiến, khi Dark Lord tấn công quá nhanh và tức giận vì vậy rằng các bệnh viện đã được overfilled và họ đã phải dựng lều tạm thời chỉ như thế này một. Nó đã như họ đã là ở giữa chiến tranh một lần nữa, như thể họ đã không rất thích 13 tuổi của hòa bình.Nhưng đây không những suy nghĩ mà bận tâm Severus tâm trí. Ngay cả khi ông làm việc về mặt cơ học, tâm trí của mình đã trở lại tại nhiều #4, nơi Harry Potter ngủ. Ông đã phát lại hơn và hơn những vài phút quan trọng. Nó đã được rõ ràng cho anh ta bây giờ rằng Harry đã hành động ra khỏi tuyệt vọng. Phương pháp của ông để lại rất nhiều để được mong muốn, nhưng Severus biết nếu Harry đã không thực hiện những gì ông đã làm, sau đó sẽ có rất nhiều toàn bộ nhiều chấn thương và nhiều cái chết hơn chỉ có một vài người đã bị bắt bên trong lều của họ như nó đốt cháy. Đó là nhờ Harry Potter rằng các 422nd World Cup không được biết đến như vụ thảm sát Cúp bóng đá thế giới.Phân tích của Harry không bình thường một mặt hội thoại, Severus bây giờ hiểu rằng nó đã là Harry nguồn bí ẩn có tương tác với, và nó là này cùng một nguồn có thể đưa sở hữu của cơ thể của cậu bé và ma thuật. Rằng ngoài thực tế rằng Harry chế tác nhãn hiệu tối của mình, trừng phạt tử thần thực như Dark Lord đã làm một lần, lo lắng Severus để kết thúc không."Những gì loại của mess đã làm bạn có được cho mình, thời gian này," Severus muttered cho thời gian thứ năm đêm đó. Tất cả ông biết là rằng Dark Lord đã xây dựng cho mình các một cơ thể, làm việc sử dụng một golem, nếu có thể được cho là Harry. Có thể Dark Lord gửi linh hồn mình dặm và dặm đi để có sở hữu của Harry? Severus đã không biết. Linh hồn magic là một chi nhánh của ma thuật mà ông không cảm thấy thoải mái trong học tập, nhưng ông biết Dark Lord thực hiện nó rộng rãi.Điều duy nhất mà giữ Severus từ nhặt cậu bé và ẩn nó đi là một thực tế là Harry dường như trong kiểm soát hoàn toàn của tình hình. Đúng, một cái gì đó đã sử dụng cơ thể của Harry, nhưng nó đã với sự đồng ý. Và Harry đã có thể thuyết phục nguồn để phụ tùng những kỷ niệm của ông, một cái gì đó mà Severus bây giờ cảm thấy rất biết ơn. Nó cho thấy chỉ cần bao nhiêu Harry tin tưởng anh ta, và Severus sẽ không phản bội đó cho đến khi ông nhận câu chuyện đầy đủ.Severus không gần gũi hơn với đánh đố ra một câu trả lời khi ánh sáng đầu tiên của bình minh tắm trường bị phá hủy trong ánh sáng vàng của nó. Một số người mới healer đã qua cho Severus, làm giảm nó nhiệm vụ của mình. Bây giờ mà quan trọng nhất của bệnh nhân chấn thương đã được ổn định và chăm sóc, người học nghề và người mới có thể đi qua.Kiểm tra về sự quyến rũ giám sát ông đặt trên giường của Harry, ông đã hài lòng rằng cậu bé đã vẫn còn ngủ. Ông sẽ ở lại như vậy cho một vài giờ. Quyết định để tận dụng lợi thế của thời điểm này, ông đã đi để tìm kiếm Sirius, việc tìm kiếm người đàn ông giữa các nhóm của burgundy robed aurors. Nó trông giống như các cuộc điều tra đã được bắt đầu. Severus gestured để có được sự chú ý của Sirius."Biết bất cứ điều gì cụ thể được?" Severus yêu cầu bằng cách một lời chào."Và các buổi sáng tốt cho bạn quá, Sevvie," Sirius trả lời."Đừng bắt đầu. Tôi đã xử lý hơn 50 phù thủy và phù thủy, mỗi người trong số họ đã khóc, puked, và bled trên tất cả tôi. Tôi không phải trong tâm trạng,"Severus gãy irritably.Sirius nhìn ấn tượng phù hợp. Cho một người đàn ông ghét đời, người abhorred nhân loại, đó là rất nhiều số liên lạc của con người không mong muốn. Nhưng vẫn còn... "Vâng, nó đã không là một bữa ăn ngoài trời cho chúng tôi hoặc là," ông nói và kéo ra đầu bản của buổi sáng hàng ngày tiên tri, shoving nó cứng bên dưới mũi quá lớn của người đàn ông khác. "Git."Severus đã giấy và quét nó một cách nhanh chóng. "Bộ sai lầm ngớ ngẩn... thủ phạm không bắt... lax an ninh... Tối thuật sĩ chạy không được kiểm soát... hổ thẹn quốc gia... Những người đã viết rác thải này? Ah, tất nhiên... Rita Skeeter." Ông nhìn vào màu đen, người ông đã phải thừa nhận nhìn một ít frazzled. "Từ từ bộ là gì?"Sirius cán mắt của ông. "Họ đang duy trì rằng đây không phải là bạn-biết-những người đến quay lại cuộc sống, và tất cả điều này..." Sirius vẫy một cánh tay để có trong tất cả các thiệt hại xung quanh họ. "Chỉ là một số trình thuật sĩ say rượu có vui vẻ quá nhiều.""Không," Severus drawled, biết từ Harry rằng chúng là bất tử thần thực, không impersonators. "Có Albus Hiển thị?""Nếu ông có, ông rất có thể treo xung quanh các Weasleys. Điều đó có vẻ là nơi mà tất cả các folks bộ đã tập hợp."Severus tranh cãi cho một thời điểm trên cho dù ông đã có đủ kiên nhẫn để đối phó với nhiều đó. Ông đã có thể cảm thấy đau đầu pounding đằng sau đôi mắt của mình, chỉ cần lúc nghĩ. Thật không may, nó không phải là một vấn đề của sự kiên nhẫn. Ông cần tất cả các thông tin mà ông có thể nhận được trước khi ông có nói chuyện của ông với Harry. Vì vậy ông apparated để cuối phía nam của khu cắm trại, ước tính nơi nhiều 68 đã.He immediately came upon a large crowd of disarray. Unlike the aurors who were identifiable by their dark red uniforms, everyone here were dressed in their Family colors, or those who attended the World Cup were dressed in muggle clothing. On the outer edges, questions were being shouted by the reporters and cameras flashed, irritating Severus' already tired eyes.Thankfully, the Weasleys were a loud bunch, easily seen by their large numbers and red hair. But before he could reach them, he was detained by the last voice he wanted to hear, calling his name. Severus paused in midstride. "Yes, Lucius?" Severus drawled, the irritation on his face immediately smoothed out to that of cool disdain. "What do you want?""Just a word," Lucius replied, equally calm and well aware that there were eyes and ears everywhere.Severus allowed himself to be pulled aside and waited for the necessary privacy wards to be erected. "This had better not take too long," Severus warned. "Thanks to your little demonstration, I've been working round the clock." And then he aimed an icy glare at Lucius. "What in Merlin's name possessed you people? Were you just drunk and stupid?"Lucius smirked, having already inspected the state of his former friend. Usually the dour Potion's Master could care less about his appearance, but the tenseness around his eyes spoke of the stress he was under. "Perhaps I should have invited you join in the festivities. It appears as though you could use the stress relief."Severus sneered in disgust. "Very sporting of you, Lucius," he said. "Well?""We were not drunk nor was this a mere whim." At this, Lucius grew serious. "It's time those Light-minded baffoons remember what we Dark wizards are capable of," he answered, his eyes taking on the glint of near religious zeal."And I suppose you are the one to lead us in this glorious movement?" Severus remarked dryly."I don't appreciate your tone, Severus," Lucius growled, taking a step forward to crowd the slightly shorter man. "You will be wise to reconsider your cushy position with Dumbledore."Severus, however, wasn't an easy man to intimidate and stood his ground. They both knew that between the two, Severus was the stronger wizard in mind and magic. "And I suppose the Dark Mark flaring like the sun means nothing to you?"Lucius' cold grey eyes narrowed, and he took a step back. "So you did feel it?" he asked, looking around furtively even though they were safe behind the privacy wards. "I had wondered."Severus noted how the other man rubbed his left arm. Considering both of their high tolerance to pain, to cause Lucius to keep rubbing it, meant it had to still be bothering him. He gave Harry a mental pat on the back. "What do you think it was?" he asked with an air of disinterest."What do you think?" Lucius snapped back, finally letting out a little of the panic he was feeling inside. "This is absolutely the worst time for Him to return…but He must still be weak," he added, and to Severus, it sounded like Lucius was trying to convince himself of the fact. "Or else, why did He not show up?"Realizing Lucius was even more clueless than he was, Severus was no longer interested in spending a minute more than his former friend. "Well, you can speculate all you want. I, on the other hand, have better things to do." And with that, Severus broke the wards with a neat slash of his wand.In his characteristic long strides, he left Lucius fuming behind, making a bee line to the cluster of red heads. Thankful for his snarky reputation, the crowd immediately parted for him as they recognized the stern and determined look on his face. Some were whispering and pointing at him as he passed. He ignored them all with practiced ease. No doubt they were wondering if he had anything to do with the attack.Thankful for his sanity, Arthur met him halfway. "Is there something I can help you with?" Arthur asked.Severus shook his head, and Arthur understood. They were drawing curious eyes. That's why he hated being around people in general, and specifically Light wizards. They were a shallow, judgmental species, prone to self righteousness. Speculations will run high just because he was seen talking with Lucius Malfoy, high ranked Ministry man, who wouldn't normally be seen by the likes of someone so misanthropic as Severus. And now he was talking to Arthur Weasley, a very well known Light wizard, and enemy