Chapter 2

Once inside Harry guided the man's body up the stairs, into his guest room, and set him gently on the bed. That done Harry vanished the man's clothes except for his underwear and got to work on what healing he knew.

The first and biggest concern was a large gash starting at the right shoulder and going all the way down to the left hip. Harry traced his wand back and forth across the cut and began to chant.

"Sana carne animam salvam. Sana carne animam salvam. Sana carne..."

After 5 minutes of chanting and wand waving the wound was still there. Harry groaned in frustration. This wasn't working! He could feel his magic as he channeled it through his wand, but there seemed to be something in this man blocking him. In the meantime he was still bleeding so Harry quickly summoned his potions kit. Pulling out a blood replenisher he opened the man's mouth and poured it down his throat, massaging his neck to help him swallow. Harry could only pray that the potion had more effect than his spellwork had. Within minutes some color had come back to the man's face. Harry sighed in relief then focused again on the problem. He needed more power. With that thought in mind Harry reholstered his holly and phoenix feather wand and released the elder wand from a wand holster on his left arm.

With a deep breath Harry began tracing the gash with the tip of the elder wand and resumed his chanting.

"Sana carne animam salvam. Sana carne animam salvam. Sana carne…"

Harry could feel the difference right away. Where before his magic had been pushed away by the strange force this time his magic pushed back. For a moment the forces fought against each other before the strange force finally gave way and began absorbing the magic Harry channeled into it. With a sigh of relief Harry watched as the wound finally closed and faded.

Taking a step back Harry decided that now that the man was stabilized the next most pressing matter was the shattered wing. Harry carefly extended the wing, moving bones back into their proper place. Once that was done Harry pointed his wand at the wing and said,

"Brakium Emendo."

Once again Harry felt his magic clash against the strange force, but this time the force was stronger and refused to absorb the magic. The spell simply hit the force and disintegrated. Harry was amazed, never had he seen the elder wand fail to cast a spell, yet no matter how many times he tried to heal the wing it simply wouldn't work! Finally admitting defeat Harry moved on to muggle means to tend to the wing. He disinfected the cuts and scrapes with hydrogen peroxide before bandaging the deeper wounds. Stepping back Harry cast "Ferula '' on the whole limb, greatly relieved when it worked by splinting the wing close to the man's back. Moving on Harry treated the other wing with the same muggle techniques. After casting tergeo to remove the dirt and blood from the man and the bed under him Harry finished up by treating the cuts and bruises all over the man's body with mild healing charms.

Letting out a breath and wiping his brow Harry took a step back to survey his work. The man's wings were covered in bandages, but his body was looking much cleaner and healthier and the color had fully returned to his face.

Exhausted, Harry decided he had done all he could do for the night and cast monitoring charms over the man before tending to his own injured wing with a quick ferula. He would have liked to heal the bone magically, but magic hadn't worked right on him since the final battle so he was stuck with letting it heal on its own. On the brightside he healed unusually fast and would probably be back to normal within 2 weeks.

His own injuries now tended to Harry collapsed into his bed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

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