Female Harry Potter and Gabriel (SPN HP)
Gabriel felt his own blade go into his chest before he sent his grace and created vessel away leaving an illusion faking his death. However he knew he could still die from the wounds and as he flew over the ocean, he still his eyes closing and he shook his head tying to keep himself awake so he could get to safety and then nothing.
Azalea relaxed in the Black Family library drinking her evening tea, it had been three months since Voldemort's final death and she had no plan to join the Ministry of Magic and since Fred's death she couldn't be around the Weasleys.
"Mistress" Azalea turned her head to the doorway and saw Kreacher standing there a fearful expression on his aging face "Something or someone is in the backyard" Azalea stood and headed down the stairs to the kitchen and back door, to find what has the now faithful house elf scared or worried.
Azalea opened the backdoor and saw just near the side fence there was a body lying on the grass, she ran over and knelt to the body, she saw it was a man with a bleeding wound in his chest and his breathing uneven.
"Kreacher, can you get room two cleared please with bandages and water" Kreacher popped away and she turned back to the man "Wingardium Leviosa" she cast the hover charm and slowly led the man's body into Grimmauld Place and carefully up the stairs to the second room where she use to sleep when Sirius was alive.
"Mistress, everything is there ready for strange man" Kreacher stated and Azalea entered the room and placed the man on the bed.
Azalea was happy that she learnt to heal others, she vanished the bloodied shirt and jacket away and grabbed a wash cloth and placing it in the water before clearing the dried blood, Kreacher came in with needle and thread.
"Here you go Mistress" Azalea smiled at the house elf and soon stitched the wound closer together, she grabbed a bandage and using her magic covered the wound. The man was feverish and muttering under his breath.
"Kreacher, can I please have a fever reducing potion and a clean wash cloth" Azalea whispered placing her hand on the man's cheek "It is will be okay, shh" Azalea whispered as Kreacher came back with the two things she needed, she opened the potion "I know this will be disgusting but it will help you heal" Azalea gently placed the small bottle on the man's lips and got him to swallow the potion to help reduce his fever and placed the wash cloth on his forehead.
Azalea as the days became a week, re-dressed the wound and checking the stitches, she only had change them once when the wound bleed and she had monitoring charms over him in case she had to leave the room, but most times she was there with a book or her tea. She listened to his voice when he was caught in a feverish state, she caught the names Lucy and words sorry, forgive me and others.
Kreacher brought in fresh bandages as it turned to week two and the man was now worrying her, even though he had woken brief periods of time, his eyes were not focused just dazed and Azalea has been called Kali twice and wondered who the woman was.
She placed the wash cloth on the man's forehead and changed the bandages before she got a fright as a hand grabbed her wrist.
"W-Where?" he coughed and Azalea grabbed a glass a water letting him slip it.
Gabriel felt soft hands on his chest and he opened his eyes weakly and saw a black haired young woman and he grabbed her wrist giving her a fright.
"W-Where?" he asked before coughing and he felt water on his lips and he took a few slips.
"Easy, your wound is still healing, I have done the best I could, just relax and stay laying down please" the young woman said softly and Gabriel could feel faint power within the young woman.
"W-Where am I?" Gabriel asked and he saw the young woman moved her hair behind her ear smiled softly.
"My home, you were in my backyard" she answered and he tried to sit up before he felt hands on his shoulders "Easy, you could reopen your wound, please just relax" he looked into her eyes and saw pure emerald green watching him with worry.
"W-Who are y-y-you?" he asked hating feeling so weak and his grace low.
"My name is Azalea Marie Potter, what is your name?" she asked and he coughed.
"Gabriel" he answered and she smiled before grabbing the glass.
"Just small slips" she told him and he looked around seeing the dark wall paper.
"Are you here by yourself?" he asked and she looked away.