Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Gets A Checkup From A Goblin Healer Fanfiction

They might have done something to me — planted a spell, or slipped something into what we had eaten. My mate clenched his fist, hands balled at his sides. "Those filthy lowlifes," he let out an exasperated growl before pulling me close to his chest. "It's okay, little flame. We are going to get to the bottom of this. I will call the healer to check on you," he reassured me. I nodded my head. If anyone could figure it out, it was Mikael. ~~~ We were back in our chamber. The healer brought out his equipment and asked me to lie down on the bed. Mikael sat beside me, tracing small circles on the back of my hand.

Gemila enters the house as well and gasped upon seeing the bloody couch and Harry's wound. “What happened here?" Charles asked, rushing to Harry. He immediately wash his hands in the bowl of water, put on fresh gloves from the box and begins examining the wound. “Just take that thing out of me before I bleed to death." Harry said, shutting his eyes. Charles started by pulling out the big glass out before taking a scissors to pick out the tiny ones. All the while Gemila kept looking at Harry's face. He kept his eyes shut but she is sure he's hurting a lot.

He understood why they were trying to get rid of the goblins' dark blood from Tommy's system. By the side of Tommy, Cavin and the healer knelt, her white healer robe stained with the blood in which she knelt. In the middle of the room was the healer's helper, in his tunic, tweeds, and bare feet was putting fresh blood into the silver goblet in a dazed automatic kind of way. His eyes were ruddy and large, and he appeared only half awake, and less than half-aware of what was going on around him. Several helpers, bearing lantern lights of various kinds of colors, were crowded around them and murmuring a spell.

While Galadriel remained clinging to his back, until he was able to separate his head, and when he fell to the ground, Harry jumped him with his sword and stuck it in his heart. "We got rid of him" Galadriel said as he returned to his form. He looked at Harry, who did not answer, but he froze when he found him lying on the ground, coughing up blood. He quickly ran to him while he was checking. He had been seriously injured “Shit, don’t talk, you need a doctor?” He placed his hand on Galadriel's hand, looking at him sadly "It won't work" "Shut up, you have to live."

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

"What are you even doing, Harry? Did you bother us in the middle of the night just to have us see our own faces?" Harry was dumbfounded. Giselle narrowed her eyes and stared at Harry, whose face was already covered in sweat from feeling guilty. "Are you livestreaming right now?" "No! I most definitely am not!" Just when Harry was racking his brain and trying to come up with an excuse, the sound of the lock clicking shut could be heard coming from the front door. Hector carried a portable medical kit and strode over. "Where's Chet?" Hector used half an hour to examine Chester. It was only after he determined Chester was fine that he finally felt relieved.

He gulps, "Of course not...Why...Why would I be scared of that?" She purses her lips to hold her laughter."Oh really? You look tensed right now." She continues to tease him. "I'm a man okay? I cannot actually be scared..."The word gets stuck in mouth as he sees Harry approaching him with the injection in his hand. "Do you have to give um...Do I need an injection doctor?" He asks with the most confident look but his body tells otherwise as he slowly starts to move backwards. Harry nods, "Yes you do, or don't you want the pain to heal fast?"

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

The Creature deadpanned, cocking his large beastly head so that the yellowed horns protruding from his head arched to the side and I slapped the plastic smile onto my face like fucking peanut butter on jelly. I chuckled, glancing around the throne room and taking in the stunned white faces in the throng as a murmur went through the crowd and I blushed in outraged embarrassment, stilling the shake that had started in my fingers. “I will pardon you this once, what is it you want?” I snapped, settling back down on the skull throne and ignoring the assassin beside me that now had a white eye patch over one eye. It was a good thing that Hagrid was here, he probably couldn't take the beast on by h