Winky delivered Poppy to the impromptu medical facility and her first thoughts were of a bloody Ginny.
"Mum, I'm uninjured, this blood belongs to the death eater that I stabbed in the thigh. It's Ron who needs your help."
Dobby had him placed on the bed and all the potions lined up like soldiers on parade, Millicent was finishing off administering his second dose of blood-replenishing potion. Poppy handed the girl a third vial as she began trying to treat the massive wound while Winky conjured up walls and a roof, turning the area into a small field hospital that Dobby had equipped.
Hermione raced in just ahead of the other team and met a tearful Ginny who tried to apologise for not protecting Joan, it was Remus who was more growling than talking that answered. "Ginny there were eight of us in Black Manor and we couldn't bring her down, it's not your fault as we should never have let you go unaccompanied."
Everyone there agreed with that assessment but Poppy added her two Knuts worth as she worked feverishly on Ron, "Judging by the amount of blood on Ginny she must have at least nicked the Femoral artery, if Lestrange doesn't get medical help soon she'll pass out and eventually die from blood loss, if she pulls out that knife she won't last two minutes."
The Potters made their decision, "Ok we need team two to remain here in case Riddle shows his snout, we'll go after the mad bitch and communicate via mobile phones."
There were four very unhappy people now in the field hospital, five if you counted Ginny but they had a command structure in place for a reason and now wasn't the time to argue the toss.
Harry and Hermione took Neville and Luna away by side apparition just before Shacklebolt turned up enquiring if there was anything they could do to help.
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Bella landed heavily which hurt her leg even worse but at least she held on to the girl, in an increasingly rare moment of clarity she wondered if her parents would be proud of her. Long term resident of Azkaban, lost an arm, no teeth, currently had a knife sticking out her leg and all so she could take this little girl to meet a perverted squirrel.
She had to use a gravestone to help get herself onto her feet, managing with great difficulty to cast a tourniquet above her wound while still keeping a hold on the brat. The death eater got quite a shock when she looked into the eyes of the child who wasn't the slightest bit afraid of Bella or her current situation.
"You have no idea what you've just done," an indignant Joan declared to a bemused Bella. "you're in so much trouble because my family are so gonna kick your arse all over this graveyard."
Bella was beginning to think she'd lost more blood than she first thought, who did this little bitch think she was? "Listen kid, your chances of still being alive at suppertime tonight are not great so don't give me any of your lip. You don't have a family, you're adopted!"
Joan actually rolled her eyes at the bad witches stupidity, "That just makes my family all the more special, mum and dad actually picked me to be their daughter, your parents didn't get a choice."
"Look you brat, you're the one in trouble here and nobody knows where you are."
"My mum says that I'll always be safe as long as my dad's around and he's standing right behind you."
"Nice try kid but I stopped falling for that old trick before I hit my teens, now get your arse moving before I take my wand to you."
A female voice behind Bella snarled, "Touch my daughter and I'll rip your throat out."