Harry Potter Gets His Health Fixed Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

I look beside me to see his tie wasn't done up correctly, Blake was the same, in his school he never had to wear a tie, but I did! "Here take Amelia, so I can fix your tie" I smile gently handing her to him, while I get to work fixing the bad job he did with the tie, it doesn't take me long to fix it but I felt his eyes on me the whole time "there, much better" I smile again looking up at him, he sends me one back.

His movements were gentle and careful, completely devoid of any possessiveness. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" "No, it's just a surface wound." I shook my head. "Charlie, your words made him completely break down." "That's a truth he needed to face," Charlie said, putting the handkerchief away. "Sophia, you deserve better." Back in my apartment, I took a shower and changed into my pajamas. The cut on my face had stopped bleeding, but it still throbbed. I had just lain down when my phone buzzed.

" Harry backed away slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Asshole! I'm not that frustrated yet," Aiden replied with a small chuckle. "Wait! You're chuckling?" exclaimed Harry, looking surprised. What's wrong?" asked Aiden. “You're healthy, right? Are you possessed by a spirit or some kind of vampire?" said Harry. "Come on Harry! Your expression is ridiculous. Aiden was still smiling as he sipped his drink. How long have I known you? But this is the first time I've seen you chuckle like that; how fucking handsome! Harry exclaimed, making Aiden laugh even more.

I turned, my heart stumbling as I watched him jogging up to me, a soft, strained smile on his face. “Hey,” I said breathlessly. “Did he leave already?” Harry exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. He didn’t want to stay long. Said the whole thing was too much. He couldn't handle the rest. ” My heart sank. I tried not to let the disappointment show. But I could feel my expression crumpling. “He’s okay though, right?” I asked, blinking fast. “I mean, he’s recovering well?” “He is.” Harry nodded. “Physically, yeah. He’s getting stronger every day. He just needs more time. ”

In what way did he resemble a feeble, dying man? Sienna got up as she covered her nose with her hand and quickly took two steps backward. Fortunately, her nose didn't bleed. The look in Harry’s eyes grew dark and deep. He said, “I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry about it.” Sienna sat in the chair that Harry had occupied previously. After the pain had subsided, she said leisurely, “Harry, though your illness is tricky to treat, it’s not entirely impossible to recover from it. I am twenty percent confident that I would be able to save you.”

Harry doesn't get tired since he's totally built like an athlete. When I am back to normal and no longer panting like a sick dog . Harry says,"you called me haz" I look at him and reply," cause you are. You are my haz and will always be " He smiles and says," I missed this, you know" I smile back and my thumb grazes harry's hands so he holds my hand . I know I should stay away but I can't help breaking my own rule once in a while. "Will you ever tell me the reason?" He asks and it doesn't take a genius to know which reason he is talking about.

I looked at them from head to feet, raising a brow and totally confused about what was happening here. Harry soon realized he was hugging his friend, I presume. He pushed the man away with force, stumbling and dropping to the floor. Harry composed himself, a little bit embarrassed since his face was ruddy-tinted when he crossed our gap and sat beside us. “Are you okay now? You lost consciousness again earlier. I cold a doctor and said that you haven’t eaten anything yet.”

But once he ends the call, he sighs and turns to me. “So… I wanna know if this girl bewitched me,” he finally lets out what’s been going on his mind. I turn to him too. “Well, the healer said you’re not under a spell, right? that's your answer, man. The healer knew that I was bewitched instantly and she fixed it,” I shrug, “If you were bewitched, she would’ve fixed it, too.”

"Think about it. It would be fun. If I were you, I’d make her life a living hell. Give her a taste of her own medicine." A part of me agreed, she had a point. But deep down, I knew better. I wasn’t here to stir up drama. I was just the ex-wife who needs to cure her child's illness. I needed to stay in my lane till it's over. The bar was quiet tonight. No party, no loud music. Just the soft murmur of conversations from the scattered patrons. "So," She asked, breaking the silence between us, "when’s Harry’s second ritual?" I sighed, running her fingers along the rim of my glass. "We don’t know yet," I said. "Everything’s gotten worse. Harry isn’t the same anymore... and now he has to stay by t