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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,537
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3
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Chapter Four
A/N: Song used in chapter: Al Green "I'm So Tired of Being Alone."
Sean McNamara walked into the lounge to find Christian Troy already eating a toast and drinking black coffee. He gave him a quick nod before pouring himself his own styrofoam cup of steaming hot coffee, while holding a manila folder under his arm. Sean sat in front of Christian who took sip of his drink and leaned back nonchalantly.
“Linda just finished Mr. Potter’s x-ray’s just yesterday,” Sean informed his partner.
“And?”
“It’s strange.” He pulled out x-ray pictures of a very deformed head and handed it to Christian. “It seems whatever is making his face that way isn’t a tumor or abnormal bone growth of that area.”
“It isn’t? Damn. What is it then? Fluid?”
“Could be. I don’t know, but I don’t feel it’ll be good to operate on his face until another doctor inspect this case.”
“All right. Who do you suggest?”
“Dr. Pomfrey from Orlando.”
“That freakin’ witch doctor?!”
“Don’t start with me, Christian. He’s not a wizard, he’s a doctor with great talent. He can cure and diagnose anything. Well, most things, not everything. I’ve called him earlier today. He’s be happy to come over and take a look at this case. Actually, he seemed to be too enthusiastic to meet Mr. Potter.”
“He’s a strange case, any medical team would want to look at him with great interests.”
“And I’m guessing you got into the plastic surgery practice for the boob jobs and blow jobs.”
“I’ve got to make a living somehow.” Christian grinned at his own remark.
Jenny entered the lounge, and the two surgeons turned their attention to her.
“Mr. Potter is here ten minutes early again,” she said. “Should I distract him or...”
“No, no,” Sean shook his head. “We’ll be there right away.”
As she left the twosome observed her upside down heart shaped ass. Instantly both felt a rush of heat draining from their upper body and migrating to a more specific area between their legs.
“I think I’ll go ahead and talk to Jenny about a raise,” Christian hissed hotly as he adjusted his front. The front of his pants soon became tight from his growing cock.
“We just hired her not too long ago.”
“Not that kind of raise.”
“Don’t let Mrs. Landau catch you in the act of fucking the secretary.”
“She can always ask to join.” Christian chuckled.
Sean checked his gold watch that his wife Julia had given him last Christmas. 9:51am. It was time to meet with Mr. Potter before his surgery.
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Harry settled himself in a reclining bed-like furniture at the surgeon’s pre-surgery room; nervously waiting for their arrival. He couldn’t count the many times he had been sent to the Hospital Wing in his Hogwarts years. He either had bruises, cuts, or a series of broken bones. Madam Pomfrey knew how to heal every one of them with a simple or difficult spell, and sometimes a horrible disgusting potion. However, this was a Muggle clinic.
Two surgeons who won’t be able to help him with magic could only do it with knives, stitches, and anesthesia. Although he had been raised as a Muggle he found it hard to trust any of their techniques as he had become much more accustomed to using magic.
The door opened and in came Sean and Christian wearing their long blue coats. They smiled at him and gave him a nod.
“How’re you feeling, Mr. Potter?” asked Sean in a fatherly tone.
“Doin’ all right, actually. A bit anxious of this operation,” Harry answered.
“No need to worry. Sean and I have done over 5,000 surgeries together,” reassured Christian. “Our hands and skills are pretty past advance.”
“Right.”
“Well, there’s something I need to tell you,” said Sean. “In order for us to operate on your cheek and forehead we need to understand the origin of the problem in specific details. Your case is quite interesting. You see, I’ve looked at your x-rays and it seemed that what you have is not a tumor nor abnormal bone growth. We don’t exactly know what it is, but there’s another doctor. He’s an expert on strange cases. His name is Dr. William Pomfrey. He’ll coming in a couple of days. So we’ll set another meeting with you.”
“That’s sound fine to me,” said Harry, wondering if this Dr. Pomfrey had any relation to his old school nurse. Yet he was already coming with ideas on how to fully explain how his condition came to be.
Sean pulled out a green marker from his pocket and began making some marks on Harry’s face. He explained what they were going to do in the surgery.
“From the x-rays it looks like your jaw is definitely dislocated. Something had struck you there and cut a piece of your jawbone, while also dislocating it. So where the jaw was cut new bone had grown there over the course of time since you were hit.
“We’ll cutting a piece of jawbone, and set your jaw to its normal place. You’ll be wearing a jaw brace to insure the closure of the cut. Afterwards, we will fill your lips with fat to make it look much more full and normal. Now, we’ll get you going to the operating table. Linda, our nurse, will assist you.”
The two left and Linda entered the room carrying a blue hospital dressing gown and surgery cap. This was it, Harry thought, hope everything will go as plan and he will have his handsome face once again.
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The bright lights in the ceiling blinded him. A shadowy figure stood above him while he laid down on a stainless steel table.
“Just relax,” said Liz, trying to comfort a nervous Harry. She placed a mask over his nose and mouth. “Now breathe deeply and count backwards from ten.”
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Fi...
...
Harry was soon unconscious under Liz’s control. Sean and Christian stepped into the operating room, ready to begin the procedure. Sean nodded to Linda, signaling her to turn on the music. With a single push of the button Al Green began to sing.
I'm so tired of being alone
I'm so tired of on-my-own
Won't you help me girl
Just as soon as you can
Sean made an incision on the upper part of Harry’s jaw on the right side of his face. He widen the opening of the skin, revealing a hint of the jawbone to the outside world.
People say that I've found a way
To make you say that you love me
Hey baby, you didn't go for that
It's a natural fact
That I wanna come back
Show me where it's at, baby
Christian then burned off a piece of the bone, and handed it to Linda.
I'm so tired of being alone
I'm so tired of on-my-own
Won't you help me girl
Soon as you can
Sean gently pushed Harry’s jaw inward while Christian began his stitching on the wound. Once the jaw was finished they moved onto his lips.
I guess you know that I, uh, I love you so
Even though you don't want me no more
Hey hey hey hey, I'm cryin' tears
All through the years
I'll tell ya like it is
Honey, love me if you will
Sean cut the bottom lip first, and Christian placed the fat inside. They repeated the same movement on the upper lip. For once since Harry’s accident he almost looked normal. His jaw was set to normal, and his lips weren’t as thin a string anymore.
Yeah baby
Tired of being alone here by myself, now
I tell ya, I'm tired baby
Along with Linda’s help Sean was able to clasp the jaw brace onto Harry’s face.
I'm tired of being all wrapped up late at night
In my dreams, nobody but you, baby
Sometimes I wonder
If you love me like you say you do
You see baby, I been thinkin' about it, yeah
Once the jawbrace was set Linda assisted Christian in wrapping bandages around Harry’s face, carefully not to disturb the brace.
I been, I been wantin' to get next to you baby
Ya see, sometimes I hold my arms, I say mmmm hmmm hmmm
“That wasn’t so difficult as I thought,” said Christian, quite relieved the surgery went well without mistake.
“We’ll keep him in critical watch for a while,” Sean said as he removed his surgery mask. “I don’t want to take any chances of thinking he’s fine and releasing him early.”
“He’s gonna be fine.”
“I just want to be sure, that’s all.”
Yeah baby
Meeting you has proven to me
To be my greatest dream, yeah
Tired, baby
Yeah, you don't know what I'm talkin' about
Liz lessened the anesthesia, and Harry slowly became conscious, but dreadfully drowsy.
“Mr. Potter,” said Sean in a gentle yet firm tone. “The operation went absolutely wonderful, but we’re going to put you under critical watch just in case something happened. Other than that you’ll be fine.”
Sometimes late at night I get to wonderin' about you baby
Oh baby, baby
Linda and Liz rolled Harry onto a hospital bed, and rolled him into the patients’ room. When they left him Harry opened his eyes to find himself alone and numb.
I'm so tired of being alone
I'm so tired of being alone
I'm so tired of being alone...
Sean McNamara walked into the lounge to find Christian Troy already eating a toast and drinking black coffee. He gave him a quick nod before pouring himself his own styrofoam cup of steaming hot coffee, while holding a manila folder under his arm. Sean sat in front of Christian who took sip of his drink and leaned back nonchalantly.
“Linda just finished Mr. Potter’s x-ray’s just yesterday,” Sean informed his partner.
“And?”
“It’s strange.” He pulled out x-ray pictures of a very deformed head and handed it to Christian. “It seems whatever is making his face that way isn’t a tumor or abnormal bone growth of that area.”
“It isn’t? Damn. What is it then? Fluid?”
“Could be. I don’t know, but I don’t feel it’ll be good to operate on his face until another doctor inspect this case.”
“All right. Who do you suggest?”
“Dr. Pomfrey from Orlando.”
“That freakin’ witch doctor?!”
“Don’t start with me, Christian. He’s not a wizard, he’s a doctor with great talent. He can cure and diagnose anything. Well, most things, not everything. I’ve called him earlier today. He’s be happy to come over and take a look at this case. Actually, he seemed to be too enthusiastic to meet Mr. Potter.”
“He’s a strange case, any medical team would want to look at him with great interests.”
“And I’m guessing you got into the plastic surgery practice for the boob jobs and blow jobs.”
“I’ve got to make a living somehow.” Christian grinned at his own remark.
Jenny entered the lounge, and the two surgeons turned their attention to her.
“Mr. Potter is here ten minutes early again,” she said. “Should I distract him or...”
“No, no,” Sean shook his head. “We’ll be there right away.”
As she left the twosome observed her upside down heart shaped ass. Instantly both felt a rush of heat draining from their upper body and migrating to a more specific area between their legs.
“I think I’ll go ahead and talk to Jenny about a raise,” Christian hissed hotly as he adjusted his front. The front of his pants soon became tight from his growing cock.
“We just hired her not too long ago.”
“Not that kind of raise.”
“Don’t let Mrs. Landau catch you in the act of fucking the secretary.”
“She can always ask to join.” Christian chuckled.
Sean checked his gold watch that his wife Julia had given him last Christmas. 9:51am. It was time to meet with Mr. Potter before his surgery.
================================================================
Harry settled himself in a reclining bed-like furniture at the surgeon’s pre-surgery room; nervously waiting for their arrival. He couldn’t count the many times he had been sent to the Hospital Wing in his Hogwarts years. He either had bruises, cuts, or a series of broken bones. Madam Pomfrey knew how to heal every one of them with a simple or difficult spell, and sometimes a horrible disgusting potion. However, this was a Muggle clinic.
Two surgeons who won’t be able to help him with magic could only do it with knives, stitches, and anesthesia. Although he had been raised as a Muggle he found it hard to trust any of their techniques as he had become much more accustomed to using magic.
The door opened and in came Sean and Christian wearing their long blue coats. They smiled at him and gave him a nod.
“How’re you feeling, Mr. Potter?” asked Sean in a fatherly tone.
“Doin’ all right, actually. A bit anxious of this operation,” Harry answered.
“No need to worry. Sean and I have done over 5,000 surgeries together,” reassured Christian. “Our hands and skills are pretty past advance.”
“Right.”
“Well, there’s something I need to tell you,” said Sean. “In order for us to operate on your cheek and forehead we need to understand the origin of the problem in specific details. Your case is quite interesting. You see, I’ve looked at your x-rays and it seemed that what you have is not a tumor nor abnormal bone growth. We don’t exactly know what it is, but there’s another doctor. He’s an expert on strange cases. His name is Dr. William Pomfrey. He’ll coming in a couple of days. So we’ll set another meeting with you.”
“That’s sound fine to me,” said Harry, wondering if this Dr. Pomfrey had any relation to his old school nurse. Yet he was already coming with ideas on how to fully explain how his condition came to be.
Sean pulled out a green marker from his pocket and began making some marks on Harry’s face. He explained what they were going to do in the surgery.
“From the x-rays it looks like your jaw is definitely dislocated. Something had struck you there and cut a piece of your jawbone, while also dislocating it. So where the jaw was cut new bone had grown there over the course of time since you were hit.
“We’ll cutting a piece of jawbone, and set your jaw to its normal place. You’ll be wearing a jaw brace to insure the closure of the cut. Afterwards, we will fill your lips with fat to make it look much more full and normal. Now, we’ll get you going to the operating table. Linda, our nurse, will assist you.”
The two left and Linda entered the room carrying a blue hospital dressing gown and surgery cap. This was it, Harry thought, hope everything will go as plan and he will have his handsome face once again.
================================================================
The bright lights in the ceiling blinded him. A shadowy figure stood above him while he laid down on a stainless steel table.
“Just relax,” said Liz, trying to comfort a nervous Harry. She placed a mask over his nose and mouth. “Now breathe deeply and count backwards from ten.”
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Fi...
...
Harry was soon unconscious under Liz’s control. Sean and Christian stepped into the operating room, ready to begin the procedure. Sean nodded to Linda, signaling her to turn on the music. With a single push of the button Al Green began to sing.
I'm so tired of being alone
I'm so tired of on-my-own
Won't you help me girl
Just as soon as you can
Sean made an incision on the upper part of Harry’s jaw on the right side of his face. He widen the opening of the skin, revealing a hint of the jawbone to the outside world.
People say that I've found a way
To make you say that you love me
Hey baby, you didn't go for that
It's a natural fact
That I wanna come back
Show me where it's at, baby
Christian then burned off a piece of the bone, and handed it to Linda.
I'm so tired of being alone
I'm so tired of on-my-own
Won't you help me girl
Soon as you can
Sean gently pushed Harry’s jaw inward while Christian began his stitching on the wound. Once the jaw was finished they moved onto his lips.
I guess you know that I, uh, I love you so
Even though you don't want me no more
Hey hey hey hey, I'm cryin' tears
All through the years
I'll tell ya like it is
Honey, love me if you will
Sean cut the bottom lip first, and Christian placed the fat inside. They repeated the same movement on the upper lip. For once since Harry’s accident he almost looked normal. His jaw was set to normal, and his lips weren’t as thin a string anymore.
Yeah baby
Tired of being alone here by myself, now
I tell ya, I'm tired baby
Along with Linda’s help Sean was able to clasp the jaw brace onto Harry’s face.
I'm tired of being all wrapped up late at night
In my dreams, nobody but you, baby
Sometimes I wonder
If you love me like you say you do
You see baby, I been thinkin' about it, yeah
Once the jawbrace was set Linda assisted Christian in wrapping bandages around Harry’s face, carefully not to disturb the brace.
I been, I been wantin' to get next to you baby
Ya see, sometimes I hold my arms, I say mmmm hmmm hmmm
“That wasn’t so difficult as I thought,” said Christian, quite relieved the surgery went well without mistake.
“We’ll keep him in critical watch for a while,” Sean said as he removed his surgery mask. “I don’t want to take any chances of thinking he’s fine and releasing him early.”
“He’s gonna be fine.”
“I just want to be sure, that’s all.”
Yeah baby
Meeting you has proven to me
To be my greatest dream, yeah
Tired, baby
Yeah, you don't know what I'm talkin' about
Liz lessened the anesthesia, and Harry slowly became conscious, but dreadfully drowsy.
“Mr. Potter,” said Sean in a gentle yet firm tone. “The operation went absolutely wonderful, but we’re going to put you under critical watch just in case something happened. Other than that you’ll be fine.”
Sometimes late at night I get to wonderin' about you baby
Oh baby, baby
Linda and Liz rolled Harry onto a hospital bed, and rolled him into the patients’ room. When they left him Harry opened his eyes to find himself alone and numb.
I'm so tired of being alone
I'm so tired of being alone
I'm so tired of being alone...