Harry Potter Medical Scan By Goblins Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

~A few hours later~ Third Person POV: All of the expecting mamas fell asleep halfway through the second Harry Potter movie only to be woken up at the beginning of the fourth by a couple cell phones going off loudly around the room. The doctor was at the gates to see all of the expecting mamas and their unborn babies. Malachi had her brought to the in house clinic while everyone got up and left the theater room. Everyone filed into the clinic as the doctor gets set up and washes her hands. Jack is first up since he's due first.

Colby is still with me and pulls me back a few steps so the doctor can identify what is wrong. “We need a scan. I cannot see what is wrong with him on the outside. Whatever is happening is internal,” the doctor says as Jack is quickly moved to have a scan completed. As I stand there, I start to feel faint, Colby grabs a hold of me as I sway and sets me down in a chair pushing my head down between my legs.

“Buddy, looks like you will go ahead also.” “Where are you going?” he asked, his eyes wide “you don’t want to miss it.” “I won’t. I just need to check on Mr Snape, he broke his leg yesterday night, so I am attending to him” I replied, heading to the clinic. Been blessed also with a special skill in medicine, like my mum, I spent most of my time at the pack clinic attending to injured wolves that can not heal quickly due to age, like Mr Snape or bedridden with illness like Mrs Potter.

Just… control. Doctor Cole arrived moments later, expression calm but careful. His eyes flicked between Lucien and me, sensing the storm ready to erupt. “Sir… Ophelia…” His tone was measured, almost cautious. “Is everything…” “Yes. Everything is not fine,” Lucien snapped. “She just had a… movement. Unusual. I want another scan. Full, detailed. Every angle. I want results now.” “I… I just…” I started, voice trembling, “I’ve just been scanned. We don’t…”

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

I felt bile rise to the surface, but I held it in, and concentrated on his scent only. Jones met us at the entrance, shifting mid-run. "I’ve got the rogues! Get her to the hospital!" Harry growled and ran with me straight to the medical wing. On getting there, the omegas trained in medicine and healing were on standby and tried to take me. But Harry growled low in his throat, making them back away. He walked with me inside the room, set me gently on the bed, and snarled at anyone who came near. His eyes were wild.

He had a mini orgasm right there. Wow. If this was the kind of help she could give him tonight, he was all for it. Harry went with her to her with no fuss or fight. Blood rumbled through Harry's head, his chest felt too laden, the shadows engulfed him from all over around him, his breathing stopped, his heart stammered, dark spots danced before his eyes, and for the life of him, he could not move to turn his head. He felt frozen to the spot, yet he could hear Lady Magda's angry shouts, "You are nothing to me, human, this cave will trap you forever!"

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

Chapter Eighty-Six **** Kieran went to Morwen in the dark. He entered Morwen’s sanctum like a shadow given form, boots soundless on stone, face half-hidden under his hood. But his eyes weren’t that of Kieran’s. They were Harry’s. And they burned with something...Fear Morwen stood by the scrying mirror, arms folded, and her expression was unreadable. She didn’t ask why he was there. She already knew. “She did it again,” he said, voice low, rougher than before. “ She lifted me without touching me. Just… looked. And I was off the ground. Frozen and helpless.”

A different kind of pain seemed to have been awakened in me. I groaned as my body twisted in strange direction. "Melody, look at me." I could hear Malcolm and Malfoy's voice from afar. Slowly the voices around faded and I couldn't hear a thing, but I could see as a middle aged man rushed in with two ladies behind him. He touched my face and looked inside my eyes. He checked some other parts of my body. He had a strong scent of tobacco flaming off him. The bones on my legs cracked as I tried to move.