Voltaic Falling

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Harry did not know what to do. Hermione racked her mind, thinking of spells to heal, but found none. 

Harry paced back and forth in the tent 

"Morgana Le Fay's Manacles. That is what you say was shackled on her wrists. If they had dark magic running through them, isn't there a healing spell for a dark curse? Mione, we need to help her. She's in pain, and she won't last long if we do not control the bleeding". 

"Yes, Harry. I am trying to think, okay? I just- there is nothing. Harry, maybe if we give her another potion, or essence of dittany?", cried Hermione. 

"We already tried dittany, it isn't working. I can't let her die. She's the only family I have left along with Sirius and Remus. I can't lose her. Mione, no we can't let her die. She's meant for more. She still needs to marry Bill, have children, love them, and take care of us, occasionally. I won't let her die. Not like this", Harry pleaded. 

He found himself outside, sobs racked his body as he cried for his sister. She wasn't a blood sister, but enough had happened for him to know that even if no blood bonded them as siblings, a tether of souls chose them to be siblings. He won't give up on her. He wouldn't. Apart from that, he promised Cedric to take care of her. 

He sat, thinking about the events of his sixth year. Malfoy. Snape. Dumbledore. Snape. Snape. Bloody Severus Snape. The half-blood prince. He was the reason Dumbledore was dead, but also, the creator of the Sectum Sempra curse. He had used it on Malfoy. He was still completely frustrated with his actions. He was willing to attack someone and kill him. If Snape wouldn't have been there and say the counter course, Draco would have died. 

Draco Malfoy would have died because of a dark curse he had launched, causing him to uncontrollably lose blood. Snape used a spell to redirect the blood back to his body. 

Oh, Merlin. It clicked into place. The counter curse to Sectum Sempra, a dark curse. 

He barged into the tent, seeing the shallow breaths of his sister. He pushed Hermione gently, and closed his eyes, stretching his wand to her body. This had to work. It was the only hope he had. Hope is not fickle or fake. Hope is omnipotent, and even through love, all is possible. 

He saw a white light emit from his wand as he whispered slowly. 

"Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentum. Vulnera Sanentum"

"Harry, that is brilliant! Look, her wounds are closing. Godric, you did it! She's healing. Oh, look, she's waking up", Hermione said. 

Harry's eyes widened as he saw the slits in her wrists heal slowly, the blood from the sheets retracting to her body, and the color returning to her face. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He had healed his sister. Beatrice was alive, well, and breathing. 

Beatrice groggily opened her eyes to reveal her brother and Hermione. She gasped as she lifted her wrists. The manacles burnt her wrist, the shapes were encrusted in her, burnt on her skin, like tattoos. She traced the scarred and burnt tissue, and for the first time, she cried. She cried in front of Hermione and Harry. 

"I- I- I am sorry. I'm a monster. I don't deserve to live. I have mercilessly killed. I can't- I-"

"What do you mean? Hey, Tris, breath. We won't judge you. I know that sometimes your power gets out of control. You can't control everything. I am just happy you are here Beatrice. I am happy you are not dead. You still have a chance because you pull through. You are a fighter, a warrior, a survivor, call it like you want, but you are here, Tris. You are worthy of living. I love you, sister, with dentures and all", Harry said.