Harry Potter Gets A Checkup From A Goblin Healer Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Move over!” A sudden hush fell over on the crowd as they hurriedly passed and carried the stretcher all the way to their clinic... and Harry's eyes felt like they were bulging out of its sockets because holy shit, this can’t be true. He didn’t snort some tonight but he’s 100% sure he’s gotta be tripping right now. Pale hair and pale skin– Lizzie let out a gasp while honey brown eyes met Harry's over the crowd–a small, tired smile tilted on his lips, inclining his head slightly in a silent greeting.

Adrian was the beta, he could have gone inside with authority as nobody would stop him, he still decided to stand out with the others and wait as seeing the children with those hives on their body scared him. He was zoned out, thinking and wishing, trying to keep his mind cool. Suddenly the main door of the castle was opened wide. Adrian kind of gasped when his eyes landed on Harry with his team of doctors walking out whilst pulling out their gloves. His heart could not stop beating when he saw their emotionless faces. It did nothing but give him bad thoughts. "Wh-what's the update?" After having summoned up all his courage he walked up the staircases and stood across them. "What is the upda

Grainne called out happily, then told Carwyn to go get the doctor. Carwyn did not dare to delay and immediately called the doctor. The doctor quickly ran over, gave Harry a thorough check, then told them Harry had no problem anymore, just need to rest for a while and he will be fine. Carwyn and Grainne were overjoyed, but still hesitant about telling the boy the good news. "Mom, Uncle Levi, what are you two laughing at?" Harry wondered, looking at his mother and Uncle Levi, who were all grinning, wondering what made them so happy. Grainne got out of the hospital bed, walked slowly to Harry's side, took his hand and said softly, "Harry, I want to tell you some good news now, do you want to he

“I’m being an ass, right?” “No.” She scooted back on the bed until she sat against the headboard. Then she patted the space beside her. “That’s a pretty heavy load for anyone to carry.” “Yeah?” He hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans. Across the room Harry Potter was working on a new spell on one of the cable channels, but the sound was off. “What happens at the nursing-home inspection you’re going to tomorrow?” He let out a low groan. “Don’t remind me.”

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Bowen, her name embroidered on her white coat and etched into the nameplate on her desk, gives me the kind of patient smile that probably works well on parents who haven't just watched their child grow claws. "We've run a comprehensive set of tests, Miss Anderson. Blood work, neurological examinations, even a CT scan of Harry's brain and chest cavity. Everything has come back completely normal. Your son is as healthy as any typical four-year-old." My hands, which haven't stopped shaking since this nightmare began, press flat against her desk as I lean forward. "Doctor, Harry was shaking. He was screaming like…like someone was torturing him, like he was in a lot of pain. I didn't hallucinate,

I braid the length off to the side so it wouldn't irritate the injuries. "Can you do anything more father?" I cry as the blood continues to pool in his gashes. My father stands by me and squeezes my shoulder. "I've done all I can daughter, I'm sorry," he sighs, wiping his eyes. There was a knock at the door and Axis answered it. The one red-eyed naked goblin stood there with two others. My eyes widened when I saw the crown on his head. He grins at me and nods. "I'm the goblin king Izak, this is my wife Chig and son Zrukz, we've come to help heal the half-blood. My eyes widen and I laugh, fucking sneaky little creep.

Jason had offered the Mad One a chair, but the latter had knowingly ignored him and remained standing, his eyes riveted on Harry. Seeing that Alpha Black remained motionless, the healer pulled out a metal stool and sat beside his pack leader. He hadn't done so to rest but to be able to keep a hand over Harry's face to enhance the red wolf's recovery capabilities. He knew it was only a matter of minutes now. He was making sure that his Alpha would be fit enough to tolerate his intrusion into his mind. Indeed, Harry's face had brightened, and the deep circles under his eyes were gradually disappearing.

We spoke about may things and Hansel telling me about her numerous makeouts with the pack warriors and I laughed so hard till I fell asleep. I was still sleeping when I heard a knock, I groaned “Come in,” I called. The door opened and the healer stepped inside. “It is time.” My heart skipped. “To remove the spell ?” She nodded and I swallowed. “Okay.” Hansel sat up beside me. “I’m coming too.” The healer shook her head gently. “She must do this alone.” Hansel frowned. “I don’t like that.” “I’ll be fine,” I said, even though I wasn’t entirely sure.

"Keep Toby in his room, please." A soft, cold hand settles on my forehead, and my eyes fly open, "Aisha?" "I've called in a healer, a friend of Harry's. She'll be here in a bit. How are you feeling?" "Like I got hit by a car?" I groan. I can feel several broken bones. "Well, that would be accurate," Aisha murmurs. "Your brain seems to be functioning at least." The sound of the doorbell has her looking up, "Harry?!"