Romans & histoires Harry Potter Gets His Health Fixed Fanfiction

Dad sighs, leaning forward in his seat, hands entwined in front of him. “I’m not going to lie to you, Luther; that wouldn’t be right. I am going to let Lilly and Bastian keep Harry. But only because every kind of doctor Harry has seen over the past two days swears there is nothing to show the experience changed the boy. I don’t know how Jenna managed such a thing, but the fact is, she did.” I bite the inside of my cheek nervously. I don’t know how Jenna pulled it off either, but she must have immense power to have done so.

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'

Jess huffed under her breath. "It's warm compared to the bath he gave me," Belle said. Her lips briefly stretched into a smile before drooping again. "What the fuck is wrong with him?" Ricky whispered. He squeezed some of the ointment into his fingers and rubbed it into her knees, his face contorted in concentration. As he pulled his hand away Belle reached out and grabbed him, quick as a rattlesnake. "You have to help me. Please. Please. You are the only one who can stop him now," Belle whispered.

He couldn't help remembering that girl who kept tailing him everywhere in that bleached white dress, always calling out to her brother gingerly. But now, the same girl was beaming and hugging another man's arm, while he was no longer her brother. Even as Harry spaced out, I got into Yannick's car and left. - The next day, Claire informed me that Harry secured himself another consultation, complaining even as she sorted out some files, "Don't you think there's something wrong with that man, doc? He was completely skeptical not two days ago, and now, he's completely sucking up to you."

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