Harry Potter Is The Doctor Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.

I see Harry next to a man who I assume is the doctor. "Harry." I try lifting my forearm to gain their attention. The doctor sees me first and comes to my side. "Isabella. You're awake." Harry says next to me. I try to smile at him. "Could you please wait outside as I examine her?" The doctor turns to Harry. "Is it necessary?" Harry asks as he looks at me. I nod and give him a reassuring smile. "Yes. It will only take a few minutes." Harry nods at this and leaves after kissing my forehead. I feel like I've had too many kisses on my forehead.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

She dived her fingers in her hair, holding onto her as she took everything she was giving her. Part of her knew that wasn’t enough. Part of her knew that it would only end up hurting more. She flinched when she felt her hand descending on her lower back, fixing her firmly against her. She gasped, resting her hand on her shoulder. Her legs wobbled. She breathlessly broke the contact of their lips and the doctor inclined to her, whispering hotly in her ear, “Sweet thing. You’ll drive me crazy.”

“No, I’m not into this kind of stuff, but as I said, I was a very bad boy, and she punished me for it.” I said, winking at the other doctor, making him even more confused, and stood up to clean myself and get ready for our next surgery while my friend sat there dumbfounded. After three hours, I was in the car as Sergey drove us home and back to the mansion while I closed my eyes and dozed off a little. But suddenly I felt a hand pushing against my chest harshly and I opened my eyes to find Sergey driving the car and we were speeding up. “What the fuck is happening?”

The doctor was taken aback by Harry's actions. "Sir, please… We're genuinely powerless. If there truly was a way, we wouldn't hesitate to bring him back either," the doctor said helplessly. But Harry seemed deaf to their words, his desperation driving him to bow before them. "Please, I beg you!" The doctor was at a loss as they turned their earnest gazes toward Henry, who was approaching them. Henry hadn't been present at the site today because his disability precluded his participation.

Tall, easily over six feet, with dark hair and striking blue-gray eyes that focused on me with an intensity that made my skin warm. He wore a white coat over expensive-looking clothes, and when he extended his hand, I noticed the watch on his wrist. Definitely not something most doctors could afford. "Ms. Hartley. I'm Dr. Vincent Kane. It's nice to meet you." I stood on shaky legs and shook his hand. His grip was firm, warm. "Please, have a seat. And call me Vincent if you're comfortable with that." He settled into the chair across from me, completely at ease. He picked up my intake forms.

Her heart was pounding so hard that she almost stopped breathing. She lacked both confidence and composure. "I know the miracle Doctor, I do not know you." Says Kenji, head of Mr. Pushkin's security gaurds. He was a retired soldier, he's now a plumpy man with an height above 7 fit. He had a very scary scar on his forehead that makes people fear him at glance. Ruby at this moment was almost pooing in her pant. If this man punch her once, she will be dead in an instant. "That woman you know is my personal assistant. I'm the actual miracle doctor. Kindly let me in so I can begin the treatment as soon as possible."

Hope's POV. What the hell am I doing? I am a doctor. A woman of science. Not some heroine in a supernatural romance novel. And yet, here I am, trudging through the misty forest again, guided only by this strange pull in my chest that has no medical explanation.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.