Chapter 5 (Rebecca's pov)
Noxea picks up a potion and hands it to me.
"Here, let's start with an easier one. This is the extra strong nourishment potion. It will help fix the damage done from the malnutrition. This will give you the vitamins, and nutrition you need and currently lack. It will slowly expand your stomach to the size it should be. It will also boost your immune system, which has become weak due to the malnutrition as well. You will need to take this potion on a daily basis, fir more than a few months, to completely heal all the damage." Noxea explains.
I down the potion, cringing at the bad taste. It isn't as bad as the Skelegrow though, that is by far the worst tasting and, I am not looking forward to drinking it.
"Ok, now this one is an extra strong healing potion, it should work on the worse bruises, and the cuts, and the scratches." Noxea explains the second potion which I quickly down.
"Ugh! These taste awful!" I exclaim.
"Yes, yes, I know, but there isn't much to be done about that, and they will help you get better. So drink what I give you!" Noxea states seriously. "Now, to the next part, due to the amount of broken bones, I will have to do this in stages. Using Skelegrow on this many broken bones at once would be dangerous! So we will do it bit by bit, I'll start with your legs, so you won't be walking for a while."
Noxea performs the spell to remove the necessary misplaced bones, before shoving the Skelegrow potion into my hand. I grimace but quickly down the potion. Noxea the proceeds to put magical splints around my legs.
"Good job! Now before we use the next potion, we will use the pastes for the bruises and burns." Noxea says smiling at my reaction to the Skelegrow. "Strip off that nightie."
It is only then that I realise I'm wearing a cotton night gown, it's a cream colour gown that comes down to my knees. I wonder who changed me? Was it Noxea? Now that I think of it what happened after I passed out during the ritual? Noxea had said the ritual had worked, so I'll assume that she just took care of everything after I passed out.
"The pastes will have to be used for a week at most. They will cause the bruises to heal and fade quicker, and for the scars to fade away. The larger, deeper scars may never fully fade, but they will fade to a lighter white colour that will barely be visible." Noxea explains the two pastes to me.
Noxea then gently applies the pastes to the areas needed, before nodding in satisfaction at her work.
"Ok excellent, the last potion is the accelerant potion which help speed up the other potions effects, plus it will help with the pastes as well. Now bottoms up!" Noxea chuckles.
I scowl at her before I down the last potion, gagging slightly as the taste of all the potions overwhelm me.
"UGH!" I groan in disgust.
"Here drink some water." Noxea says, handing me a glass full of water.
I quickly gulp down half of the water down, water dribbling from my mouth. I wiped it away and handed Noxea the glass, who then put it on top of the medical cart by the bed.
"Can I put the nightie back on now?" I ask, now that we are done with the healing for the day.
"Off course, it won't affect the cream or paste, so you can put it back on. Do you want some food? You're probably going to feel tired soon, when you do tell me, and I'll give you a dreamless sleep potion so you can rest soundly." Noxea frets over me.
"I am a bit hungry, yes. I'm not feeling tired yet though. Could I get some food?" I ask, while putting the nightie back on.
"Yes. I will get you some. You get some rest, you need it." Noxea worried over me.
"Thank you Noxea." I say gratefully.
I've never laid in a proper bed before I realize, not outside of Hogwarts at least, and this is really comfy, even if it is just a healer's bed.
It takes few minutes before Noxea returns with my food, and to my surprise with Harry and Enxa in tow. I smiled happily at the sight of my big brother.
"HarHar!" I exclaim in excitement as his healer's bed is levitated in beside mine.
"Hey BooBear! How are you feeling?" Harry asks me in worry.
"I'm good. I got filled up with potions ,and covered in healing paste. Are you ok?" I ask also feeling worried.
"I'm fine BooBear. I've taken my potions and got covered healing paste as well. I think the only difference in potions we had is that I also had to take one to start healing the damage to my eyesight. Apparently, years with the wrong prescription is bad for ones eyes! But luckily it's fixable." Harry explains excitedly to me, he's always hated his glasses.
"Those stupid muggles, they will get what's coming to them!" I hiss angrily, we didn't deserve the way they treated us.
"We would love to get in on that pay back! If you would allow it?" Noxea asks, slightly pleadingly.
I smile at this, my eyes watering a bit that these goblins, that they had only known us for a few hours cared about us so much. I am still surprised that anyone would care at all, especially with how long we have suffered through the abuse at the hands of the Dursleys with no one caring for us, not the neighbours, or the teachers, not even the parents of the other kids at school.
"Thank you Noxea, I would be honoured if you would assist. We were actually going to ask the goblin nation if they would assist us in our hunt for justice." I reply slyly.
"I am sure the goblin nation will accept your request. Now, it's time for food." Noxea said handing over the chicken soup she had brought.
"Don't worry Harry I will go and get you some soup as well now. And then you both WILL rest until tomorrow while the potions take effect." Enxa said sternly, before turning and striding out of the room to get Harry's soup.
Harry and I chat happily, while I slowly eat my soup, not wanting to make myself sick by rushing, and he waits patiently for his. As I finish the last of my soup, I let out a big yawn, suddenly feeling very tired.
"All right Rebecca, it's time for you to get some sleep. You and Harry can talk when you wake up tomorrow. Now, take this dreamless sleep potion and rest. We will watch over you." Noxea hums comfortingly.
I did as she asked and down the potion, quickly washing the taste away with some water, I snuggle down into the bed and wrapped the quilt tightly around me.
"G'night HarHar. Sweet dreams big brother." I yawn sleepily.
The last thing I saw before I dozed off to sleep was my brother smiling at me softly.
"Goodnight little sister." Harry whispered.
Harry pov
I watch my little sister fall into a peaceful sleep with a fond smile on my face. As long as I can remember in both our lives my sister had been the closest person too me. We had suffered through the pain of the abuse together, our accidental magic healing each other's injury's when it could. We were always together, leaning on each other, supporting each other, and loving one another as siblings should.
In our last life I had lost my sister when she had just been fourteen years old. Voldemort had ruthlessly murdered her, and I had lost my other half of my soul. It had been a devastating blow, one where I had almost lost myself to the sorrow. Only Sirius's efforts had pulled me away from that cliff edge back then... But then Sirius himself had been murdered by Bellatrix. I had once again found myself alone, and teetering on the edge of disaster. It was only the thought of revenge that had kept me going. Of course, once I had my revenge it felt like my mind, my soul had shattered, and then I was murdered... by who I thought were my best friends in the whole world. Naturally, they had both been, lying, cheating, thieving, murdering bastards.
Finally, I had been reunited with my sister again, my true best friend. Then I had found out about all the deceit, betrayal, and the blatant thievery that had gone on in my life. I'd found out that Voldemort... no... Tom Riddle had been just as manipulated and abused as we had been. Tom Riddle is just like us, not only that but it is very possible that a sane version of him has the potential to be a better leader than the great Albus Wulfric Dumbledore will ever be, maybe he would be a leader that I might actually want to follow.
Then I had been offered a choice. To be reborn. To start again. But this time with the memories needed to do things right. So many lives can be saved this time around. Of course, many would still die, but this time I will be on the right side of things, my mind and body free of manipulation. This time around I would be doing it with my sister at my side. This time I wouldn't allow anyone to hurt her. This time she wouldn't die.
I Harrison James Potter will protect her this time.