Noxea picked up a potion and handed it to me.

"Here, this is the extra strong nourishment potion. It will help start fixing the damage from the malnutrition. But you will need to start a potion regime that will last a few months to completely heal all the damage." Noxea explained.

I downed the potion cringing at the bad taste. It wasn't as bad as the skele-gro though, that was by far the worst tasting and I was not looking forward to drinking it.

"Now, this potion is to stretch your stomach to the size it should be." Noxea said, handing me my second potion.

I downed this one too, it was better to get them down quick.

"Ok now this one is an extra strong healing potion, it should work on the worse bruises, and the cuts, and the scratches." Noxea explained the third potion which I quickly downed.

"Ugh these taste awful!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, I know, but they will help you a lot. Now the last potion is an accelerant potion to help speed up the other potions effects, plus it will help with the creams as well. Now bottoms up!" Noxea chuckled.

I grimaced as I downed the last potion, gagging slightly as the taste overwhelmed me.

"UGH!" I groaned.

"Here drink some water." Noxea said handing me a glass full of water.

I quickly gulped 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.

"Now it's time to apply the paste and the cream, for the burns, bruises, and scars. Strip off the nightie." Noxea requested.

I looked down at the nightie I was wearing only just realising I was no longer naked from the ritual. I wonder what happened after I passed out. Did the water change colour when the ritual ended? I decided to ask Noxea later. I stripped out of the soft cotton nightie reluctantly, it was by far the nicest piece of clothing I had ever worn, and it fit!

I stood in front of Noxea, letting off a small shiver at the chill to the room. I looked at my feet in embarrassment to my nakedness. Noxea got to work quickly, lathering my body in the cream and then the paste.

"There we go, leave that to soak in and it should get rid of the bruises, burns and lighter scars, if you keep using the cream on the darker scarring it should help to lighten them a bit, although it won't completely get rid of them completely." Noxea explained as she stood with her hands on her hips, admiring her work.

I blushed in embarrassment at her looking at my scarred body, but I know she is a professional healer and is just doing her job. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and rolled my tense shoulders to get them to loosen off.

"Can I put the nightie back on now?" I asked.

"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 fretted over me.

"I am a bit hungry, yes. I'm not feeling tired yet though. Could I get some food?" I asked, while putting the nightie back on.

"Yes. I will get you some. You get back in that bed and rest, you need it." Noxea worried.

"Thank you Noxea." I said, climbing back into the healer's bed and pulling the covers over me.

I'd never laid in a proper bed before, but this was really comfy, even if it was just a healer's bed. It was a few minutes before Noxea returned to my surprise with Harry and Enxa in tow, as well as a plate of sandwiches. I smiled happily.

"HarHar!" I exclaimed in excitement as his healer's bed was levitated in beside mine.

"Hey Boo! How are you?" Harry asked.

"I'm good. I Just got filled up with potions and covered in cream and paste. Are you ok?" I asked worriedly.

"I'm fine Boo, I've taken potions and got covered in cream and paste too. 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 them! But luckily it's fixable." Harry explained to me.

"Those stupid muggles, they will get what's coming to them!" I hissed angrily.

"We would love to get in on that pay back! if you would allow it?" Noxea asked pleadingly.

I smiled at this, my eyes watering a bit that these goblins that they had only known for a few hours cared about them so much. I was surprised that anyone would care at all with how long we had suffered through the abuse at the hands of the Dursleys with no one caring for us.

"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 replied.

"I am sure the goblin nation will accept your request. Now, it's time for food." Noxea said handing over the sandwiches she had brought.

"Don't worry Harry I will go and get you some sandwiches now. And then you both will rest till tomorrow while the potions take effect." Enxa said sternly, before turning and striding out of the room to get Harry's sandwiches.

Harry and I chatted happily while I munched on my sandwiches, and he waited for his. As I finished the last of my sandwiches, 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 hummed comfortingly.

I did as she asked and downed the potion, quickly washing the taste away with some water, I snuggled down into the bed and wrapped the quilt tightly around me.

"G'night HarHar. Sweet dreams brother." I yawned sleepily.

The last thing I saw before I dozed off to sleep was my brother smiling at me softly.

"Goodnight little sister." Harry whispered.

I watched 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 murdered her ruthlessly and I had lost my other half, the soul that mirrored mine. It had been a devastating blow, one where he had almost lost himself to the sorrow. Only Sirius's efforts had pulled him away from that cliff edge back then and then Sirius himself had been murdered by Bellatrix. Harry had once again found himself alone and teetering on the edge of disaster, it was only the promise of revenge that had kept him going. Of course, once he had his revenge it felt like his mind, his soul had shattered, and he himself had been murdered... by what he thought were his best friends in the world. Naturally, they had both been, lying, cheating, thieving, murdering bastards.

Finally, Harry had been reunited with his sister again, his true best friend. Then Harry had found out about all the deceit, betrayal, and blatant thievery that had gone on in his life. He'd found out that Voldemort... no Tom Riddle had been just as manipulated and abused as they had been. Tom Riddle was just like them, not only that but it was very possible that a sane version of him would be a better leader than the great Albus Wulfric Dumbledore, a leader that he might want to follow.

Then he had been offered a choice. To be reborn. To start again. But this time with the memories to do things right. So many lives could be saved this time around. Of course, lots would still die but this time he would be on the right side of things, his mind and body free of manipulation. This time around he would be doing it with his sister at his side. This time he wouldn't allow anyone to hurt her. This time she wouldn't die.

Harry would protect her this time.