Harry Potter Gets His Health Fixed Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

Just how many more surprises was he still hiding from them? Damian glanced at Hendrick, who was lying on the floor, sputtering blood and just barely clinging to life. He shook his head. "I already told you not to be in such a rush to die. Why didn't you listen to me?" he said with a sigh before turning around. His gaze fell on Harry. Seeing this, Willow tensed up and hastily cried out, "You made me a promise, Damian!" "Relax. I'll keep my promise." Damian walked over to Harry, took out some silver needles, and inserted them into Harry's body. "After ten minutes, he'll be fully cured."

Harry suddenly became serious. Emma, "..." After tending to his wounds, Emma gently brushed the injured spot and playfully whispered, "I've cast a spell. By tomorrow, it'll heal..." As Emma rose to her feet, Harry softly grabbed her hand, pulling her close into an embrace. Burying his face in her shoulder, his hair tickled her neck, "Where do you think you're going?" "I need to go home. My parents are waiting for me." She didn't dare push him away for fear of touching his wound.

She also made sure to purchase two additional servings of food for Grandma and Stella, both of whom appeared to be awake at this point. While Terry was out getting breakfast, he noticed that his eyes were twitching constantly, and he felt an overwhelming sense of unease in his heart. Harry was now awake, so Terry set the bowl of chicken porridge down on the nightstand cabinet next to his bed. Terry asked in a hushed voice, "Are you feeling better now?" Harry beamed and said with a smile, "Ah, so going to the hospital after the battle will help you recover more quickly than usual!"

Just then, Harry sat up on his elbows. "I must have rolled off the bed and onto the floor." He shook his head getting himself to wake up. "Let's get you into bed and I will make you some chicken soup." Tracy helped Harry into the bed he rolled off of, tucked him in and went to the kitchen. She returned with a mug of chicken soup and some crackers. Harry sat up and listened to Tracy lecture him. "I'm concerned about you, Harry. You seem to be getting more and more tired and I haven't been giving you enough treatments lately."

He must of seen me looking confused and he spoke up. "Hello Luna, my name is Harry I am his best friend I was the one who stocked his closet full of female clothes for you." He said introducing himself to me. "Oh okay, nice to meet you." I said smiling at him. Just then the Doctor walks in the room and looks at all of us and looks at me and smiles. "Well first off I would like to welcome you back." He said smiling at us. "Second thing I want to say is you are healed up like nothing happened." He added to his previous statement.

He gathered it at my nape. " Go, you go. " I tried to push him away. " I'm not going anywhere. It's my fault, I shouldn't accept his suggestion to bring you here, I'm the reason for your suffering health." Harry said. His hot breath was tingling my nape, distracting me from the sicknesses When I was done. I straightened my back, " Go.." I said again. " Are you feeling better? " he asked worriedly. I turned on the tap and washed my mouth.

His hands, like always, shivered to touch hers, but with every courage in him, he held her hands as tightly as possible. Yet she still lay down silently, her once glowing face now just pale, her long hair was now short since the hospital had cut her hair down for the head surgery. All the nasty bruises and cuts have now healed. "Anju...!" He whispered, his voice struck in his throat like someone was choking him. How painful it was to see her in the lap of death! His thumb slowly strokes her knuckles as he tells her stories of the day. As hours passed and the night broke into morning, Arun sighed at her unresponsive body.