Chapter 30.2- Doom Days
Added 2025-04-11 00:09:30 +0000 UTC“Is anyone hurt?” I found myself asking as I stepped away from my prev ious position while keeping a wary eye out for other assailants. Iy wasn’t a question asked for care of what had happened to them, but guilt and pragmatism. That attack had been Amed a me, and so anyone who was hurt had done so because of my own failures to deal with the attack as it came. On the other hand, it was for the best if I got in early on making people think that I gave two fucks about them and their situations.
A woman ended up being the first to draw my attention. She had begun to flee during the impromoptu stampede that began once killing curses began to fly around. In doing so, however, she had pulled too hard and dislocated her boy’s arm. I walked up to the little sprog and smiled a friendly smile at him. He smiled back. He was already wearing his school robes. That meant wizarding family at the very least. he couldn’t have come in through the Station portal in tubes. That kind off braindead behavior would have seen a team of Obliviators sent here post-haste, and would probably have ended with young Mr dislocated arm here being forced to say goodbye to his mothers she was sent to cool off in a Ministry Cell for nearly criminal levels of negligence.
The fix itself was easy. A wave of my wand and some muttered latin conjured a bandage that wrapped around the wound, keeping the bones in place before I made the mend with another wave of my wand.
“All good as new, Kid” I said with a smile on my face,
“Thank you, Mr Potter” The child said before I felt a feeling of apprehension and barely managed to lift a shield charm in front of myself in time. I watched,almost as if in slow motion, as the boy’s body bubbled for a second or two and then exploded, sending blood and gore in all directions. What the fuck?
