The Rising of Merlin

The One at Grimmauld Place

Chapter 41 The One at Grimmauld Place

The Death Eaters and Ministry members searched through the house and questioned them about Harry's whereabouts, but no one told them anything. In the end they had to give up and leave, but not before warning them that there would be consequences if they were found out to be consorting with Harry.

After they had left and the remaining Order members had disappeared to go to their families, it was only Merlin and Morgana, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the twins and Ginny left at the Burrow.

They had been gathered together under the Marquees while being questioned and that's where they were now; recovering their strength from the last couple of hours.

Mr. Weasley conjured a Patronus too send to the trio; too tell them they were okay and not too contact them. But the moment the spell was finished, he grunted and fell down on the ground.

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed when she saw her husband lying on the ground, clutching his midriff.

"I'm okay, Molly." Mr. Weasley assured them, but the grimaces he made from the pain said otherwise.

"Are you okay?" Merlin crouched down beside Mr. Weasley. Merlin had seen him gotten hit by a spell in his abdomen earlier and had kept a close watch on the man during the interrogations. He could now see that the spell had created a big gash wound just below his ribs.

"Nothing that will kill me." Mr. Weasley winced when Merlin pushed up his shirt so he could get a better look at the wound.

"This may hurt a bit." Merlin warned him before he tore of a piece of the shirt so it wasn't in the way. "Sorry, but I needed better access." He said apologetically and motioned for Morgana to come over.

"What do you need?" She crouched down beside him.

"My bag," Merlin said hurriedly and used the torn off fabric to press against the wound. "It's in the kitchen. All I need is in there." She stood up without another word and ran inside. George watched the scene with a frown and walked over to him.

"Will you be able to heal it?" He had a concerned tone in his voice and Merlin looked up at him. He saw Fred coming forward as well and put a hand on his brother's arm.

"I think so," Merlin pressed the fabric more firmly against the wound and motioned for Mr. Weasley to lie down. He could see his face starting to pale from the blood loss. Morgana came back then with his bag. "Press here." He told her while digging into his bag for the right bottles and herbs.

"Can't you use magic?" Mrs. Weasley questioned.

"I could," Merlin mumbled while uncorking a bottle with his teeth. "But the wound is so deep and when it's created from magic, it makes it more risky. I might do more damage than good." He poured the content of the bottle into a mortar that he had taken out form his bag. He then added a few herbs and ground it together into a paste while chanting a silent spell over it. "By using herbs and potions instead, the healing process will be slower and more thorough." He explained. "This may sting a bit." He told Mr. Weasley before applying the paste to the wound. "If you want I can cast a spell that will make you fall asleep."

"Yes, please." Mr. Weasley said between clenched teeth. He was getting paler and paler. Mrs. Weasley cried out so Ginny walked up and embraced her in a tight hug.

"Swefe Nu!" Merlin's eyes glowed golden and Mr. Weasley fell into a peaceful sleep. He then went on to apply the paste on the wound. When it was filled and the bleeding had stopped, he chanted another spell to knit it together. "Beséowian þys blóddolg!" The wound closed and the only visible trace of it was a small pink scar. He looked up at the Weasley's and Morgana when he was done. "The paste I applied will heal all the damaged tissue and nerves. He will be sore for a few days, up to a week, but when the healing process is done, he won't feel a thing. The only evidence will be the scar."