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Harry Potter and The Dimensional Portal

What if Remus was not... quite... as fast as he needed to be to catch Harry before he tried to get to Sirius in front of the Veil of Death. And what if the Veil was not what the magicals believed it to be? Oops! AU HP/LL Bash!AD/RW/GW (as my usual). ———————————————————— . . . Subscribe to my Patreon for more advanced content... more than 50 chapters in advance , in addition to other stories ,and I publish more than 5 chapters a day .. Link to my profile on Patreon : https://patreon.com/Laracrofs Or look for me by my name on Patreon "Lara Croft. S". There is also the complete novel and others in PDF files ...

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Harry Potter and The Dimensional Portal

Chapter : 8

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.

When Harry woke once again he knew time had to have significantly passed, as it was now definitely night. And the two moons had moved further across the sky.

Setting the unbelievable sight of two moons in the sky aside, he then looked to the heavens to see if he could recognise any of the constellations. He might have been an average student, but he'd studied hard for his OWL... fifth year... exams; and the Astronomy exam was one of them.

Again, he couldn't recognise any of them. He couldn't even see the North Star, the first star he'd been taught to find in his first first year Astronomy class. A further search of the heavens and he couldn't recognise any of it.

'I am sooo screwed!' he thought.

With nothing else to do under the quite bright light of the twin moons, he sat on 'his' hilltop and thought about what he could do to get himself out of this mess.

"I need shelter, I need food, I need water and I need to make sure I don't go too far from that big ring thing," he muttered. When his stomach then rumbled he thought, 'I need food and water first, though.'

It took him about half an hour before he felt like face-palming himself for being an idiot.

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