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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,533
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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Harry Potter: Viva Miami
Harry Potter: Viva Miami
Summary: Before Voldemort died under the powerful wand of Harry Potter, he hits him with a spell that leaves Harry’s face severely disfigured. The Healers of St. Mungo’s Hospital could only do so much. Harry leaves the hospital still disfigured until a Healer tells him of two famous surgeons in America who are very able to fix his face. He immediately moves to Miami hoping to reconstruct his face and heal his troubled emotional past.
Song used in chapter: Blue Swede ‘Hooked on a Feeling’
Chapter One:
Christian Troy entered the McNamara/Troy lounge feeling like shit from last night’s one stand and was recovering from a hang over. He was late, which is not uncommon for him. His partner and best friend Sean McNamara was already seated at the table reading a file of their latest patient, and sipping on black coffee with only two spoonful of sugar in it. Christian helped himself to a mug of coffee as well, hoping it will awaken him more and remove the pounding headache. He settled himself into the chair next to Sean.
“Mrs. Kenwood called and said she wanted to hold her surgery back to the first of December,” said Sean, still flipping through pages of files, “which means Mr. Mike Gregor’s surgery is moved up. I called him already he said he’s fine with it.”
“Good,” Christian said simply. “What’s our day looking like?
“We’ve got an appointment in ten minutes with Mr-“
Just then their newly hired secretary, a young brunette Christian had picked out, walked into the lounge announcing Mr. Harry Potter was here to see them. Sean and Christian looked at each other.
“He’s early,” said Sean.
“Well, let’s go,” Christian finished his cup of mug and placed it in the sink. “Harry Potter…sounds like a name of a cartoon superhero.”
They found their patient standing with his back to them observing the aquarium once they have stepped into the office. The two surgeons seated themselves not disturbing whatever Harry Potter was thinking. They waited a moment until Sean spoke out.
“So what can we do for you?” he asked in his professional voice.
“Just start by telling us what you don’t like about yourself,” added Christian.
Another moment passed without their patient saying anything, which irritated Christian as he realized precious time was passing. He was about to say something when Harry slowly turned to face them. Christian and Sean fell into a silent shock as they had never seen anyone with such a disfigured face. The right cheek seemed to be swollen and was ten times larger than what a normal cheek should be. The skin was bumpy and looked leathery.
His forehead was protruded too forward. The swollen cheek and large protruded forehead had hidden his right eye. His lips were thin, and almost non-existent. His jaw looked to be dislocated as it just hung wide open. However, with a closer observation that wasn’t the case.
“Um, so,” Christian began, recovering from his shock. “We can definitely treat you. Why don’t you sit and we’ll go through the procedures of your surgery.”
“What happened?” asked Sean, curiosity had shaken him from his shock. Harry seated himself in the chair in front of the desk. He was silent for a moment.
“I was severely injured in an accident,” he explained.
“A car accident?”
“No, a fight.”
“Let’s move on,” Christian interjected. “So obviously you want your normal face back. Do you have a picture of yourself before the accident?”
Harry nodded and pulled out a picture of his seventeen year old self. It was a picture of him wearing the Hogwarts robe and a Gryffindor scarf wrapped around his neck. He handed it over to the two surgeons, who were quite surprise how much a difference between the two. Harry Potter had been indeed a very handsome young individual. He had dark wavy hair compared to the one sitting before them who was nearing baldness.
“I want,” Harry started to say, but saliva leaked from his mouth and he wiped it away with a handkerchief. “I want my life back. I lost everything after the accident.”
“Don’t you worry, Mr. Potter, you are in good hands,” Sean reassured him.
“I want my cheek and forehead back to the way it was. Perhaps a lip implant, and hair plugs or something you can give me to help re-grow my hair.”
“We can definitely do that in one surgery unless that’s too much for you. We’re flexible and can fit in two surgery appointments.”
“I’d prefer two appointments. I need the time to heal bit by bit.”
“Of course.” Christian got up from his seat and approached the young man with a green marker in his hand. “I’m just going to make a blue print so me and Sean can get an idea of how we’re going to execute the first surgery.”
He traced the roundness of the cheek, and then his forehead. Harry turned his head so Christian could see a side view of his face. There he made dotted lines down at the base of the jaw border lining the neck. Christian moved back a bit to observe the blue print he had created on Harry’s face.
“We can completely reconstruct the cheek and forehead in the second surgery,” said Christian. “But we’ll need an X-ray before that occurs. However, we can fix the jaw and give you lip implants as a start. How does that sound?”
Harry nodded indicating it was a good start up plan.
“We’ll only tamper a tad bit with the cheek as it seemed to affect the jaws alignment.”
“How does Friday sound to you, Mr. Potter?” asked Sean.
“It sounds fine,” he answered. “That’s this Friday.”
“Yes, in two days we’ll start surgery.”
“What about price?”
“I would say about $65, 000,” said Christian.
“But,” Sean quickly said as he saw Harry’s crestfallen face. “We can do monthly payments, and that will be adjusted to your annual income. We can talk about price later. Let’s just get your life back the way it used to be for you.”
Harry thanked both of them and left the office muttering a cleaning spell for his face. The green markings disappeared.
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Mr. Reynold, an overweight but wealthy middle-aged man, lay on his back on the operating table. Liz Cruz, the anesthesiologist, slipped in a needle connected to a machine and monitor on the back of his old liver-spotted hand. Sean and Christian were in the room next to the operating area dressed in their maroon colored surgery clothes, soaping up their hands and arms.
“You think he’s hiding something from us?” asked Sean.
“Who’s hiding something, Sean,” Christian rubbed his arms roughly with the soap.
“Mr. Potter.”
“That’s one hell of a face he’s got there.”
“Yeah, but we’ve done 5,000 surgeries-“
“70% cosmetic and 30% reconstructive.”
“Yes, but out of the 30%, not including the surgery videos we had to endure in our college years, have we ever seen anything like his case.”
“I don’t think anyone had except ones with tumors in their faces.”
“Yet he got this in a fight.”
“It is strange I suppose.”
They finished washing their arms and hands, and entered the surgery area without touching the door with their clean hands. Linda, a nurse, wiped their hands clean with a towel and threw it in the trash. She then assisted the two surgeons in putting their gloves and masks on. They approached the operating table where Mr. Reynold was still wide awake.
“How’re you, sir?” asked Christian.
“Feeling quite ecstatic actually,” he responded. “Just want the body I use to have when I first married my wife 25 years ago.”
Liz placed a mask over his mouth and nose telling him to count backwards slowly from ten to one. Once he was unconscious Linda pushed the play button on the stereo. Music began to play.
Ouga Chaka ouga!
Ouga Chaka ouga!
Ouga Chaka ouga!
I can't stop this feeling
Deep inside of me.
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me.
Christian wiped the exposed belly with a clear cleaning liquid before making a small incision. He then inserted a long stick and began performing liposuction by vigorously pulling in and out halfway. The lipo instrument like a vacuum was immediately sucking out the fat.
When you hold me
In your arms so tight,
You let me know,
Everything’s alright, ahahah
I'm hooked on a feeling,
I'm high on believing,
That you’re in love with me.
Lips as sweet as candy.
Their taste stays on my mind.
Girl, you keep me thirsty for another cup of wine.
While Christian worked on the belly area, Sean was cutting Mr. Reynold’s face on the blue print marks they had drawn on earlier. He used a laser to smoothly cut bits of skin, and placed them on a plate. He proceeded to sew the skin, making it stretch. Once the operation is finish Mr. Reynold’s would be looking fifteen years younger.
I got it bad for you girl,
But I don't need a cure,
I'll just stay addicted, If I can endure
All the good love, when we're all alone
Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on.
“Dr. McNamara. Dr. Troy,” said a sweet feminine voice through the newly set intercom.
“What is it Jenny?” called out Sean as he finished sewing the skin, and was about to start on the nose.
“You scheduled Mr. Harry Potter on the same day and time as Miss Frankfurt.”
“Call Mr. Potter and reschedule him,” said Christian.
“Hold up,” Sean stared at Christian. “Miss Frankfurt is another boob job. I’d rather have Mr. Potter as a priority.”
“Miss Frankfurt made her appointment a week ago.”
“I thought we agreed to put more priority in reconstructive than cosmetic surgery. Remember our 5,000th anniversary?”
“You agree to yourself. I just do it because it’s my job and I get paid.”
I'mmm, I'mmm Hooked on a feeling.
I'm high on believing that you’re in love with me.
All the good love, when we're all alone
Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on.
“Jenny?”
“Yes, Mr. McNamara?”
“Call Miss Frankfurt and have her rescheduled to the next available time slot.”
“Right on, sir.”
“She has such a sweet voice…doesn’t she?” Christian laughed and his eyes smiled, and almost glimmering with lust.
“You mean when she screams your name?” Liz chipped in.
“Very funny, Liz, we hired you not for your expertise in anesthesiology but for your humor.”
Ahaha I'm hooked on a feeling,
I'm high on believing,
That you’re in love with me.
I'm hooked on a feeling,
I'm high on believing,
That you’re in love with me.
Sean smiled behind his mask and cherished the small banter between his two friends. It was definitely good to be working together again. Hopefully, in the future they wouldn’t have to go through another traumatic business separation from each other.
I say I'm hooked on a feeling,
And I'm high on believing,
That you’re in love with me.
I'm hooked on a feeling.
Summary: Before Voldemort died under the powerful wand of Harry Potter, he hits him with a spell that leaves Harry’s face severely disfigured. The Healers of St. Mungo’s Hospital could only do so much. Harry leaves the hospital still disfigured until a Healer tells him of two famous surgeons in America who are very able to fix his face. He immediately moves to Miami hoping to reconstruct his face and heal his troubled emotional past.
Song used in chapter: Blue Swede ‘Hooked on a Feeling’
Chapter One:
Christian Troy entered the McNamara/Troy lounge feeling like shit from last night’s one stand and was recovering from a hang over. He was late, which is not uncommon for him. His partner and best friend Sean McNamara was already seated at the table reading a file of their latest patient, and sipping on black coffee with only two spoonful of sugar in it. Christian helped himself to a mug of coffee as well, hoping it will awaken him more and remove the pounding headache. He settled himself into the chair next to Sean.
“Mrs. Kenwood called and said she wanted to hold her surgery back to the first of December,” said Sean, still flipping through pages of files, “which means Mr. Mike Gregor’s surgery is moved up. I called him already he said he’s fine with it.”
“Good,” Christian said simply. “What’s our day looking like?
“We’ve got an appointment in ten minutes with Mr-“
Just then their newly hired secretary, a young brunette Christian had picked out, walked into the lounge announcing Mr. Harry Potter was here to see them. Sean and Christian looked at each other.
“He’s early,” said Sean.
“Well, let’s go,” Christian finished his cup of mug and placed it in the sink. “Harry Potter…sounds like a name of a cartoon superhero.”
They found their patient standing with his back to them observing the aquarium once they have stepped into the office. The two surgeons seated themselves not disturbing whatever Harry Potter was thinking. They waited a moment until Sean spoke out.
“So what can we do for you?” he asked in his professional voice.
“Just start by telling us what you don’t like about yourself,” added Christian.
Another moment passed without their patient saying anything, which irritated Christian as he realized precious time was passing. He was about to say something when Harry slowly turned to face them. Christian and Sean fell into a silent shock as they had never seen anyone with such a disfigured face. The right cheek seemed to be swollen and was ten times larger than what a normal cheek should be. The skin was bumpy and looked leathery.
His forehead was protruded too forward. The swollen cheek and large protruded forehead had hidden his right eye. His lips were thin, and almost non-existent. His jaw looked to be dislocated as it just hung wide open. However, with a closer observation that wasn’t the case.
“Um, so,” Christian began, recovering from his shock. “We can definitely treat you. Why don’t you sit and we’ll go through the procedures of your surgery.”
“What happened?” asked Sean, curiosity had shaken him from his shock. Harry seated himself in the chair in front of the desk. He was silent for a moment.
“I was severely injured in an accident,” he explained.
“A car accident?”
“No, a fight.”
“Let’s move on,” Christian interjected. “So obviously you want your normal face back. Do you have a picture of yourself before the accident?”
Harry nodded and pulled out a picture of his seventeen year old self. It was a picture of him wearing the Hogwarts robe and a Gryffindor scarf wrapped around his neck. He handed it over to the two surgeons, who were quite surprise how much a difference between the two. Harry Potter had been indeed a very handsome young individual. He had dark wavy hair compared to the one sitting before them who was nearing baldness.
“I want,” Harry started to say, but saliva leaked from his mouth and he wiped it away with a handkerchief. “I want my life back. I lost everything after the accident.”
“Don’t you worry, Mr. Potter, you are in good hands,” Sean reassured him.
“I want my cheek and forehead back to the way it was. Perhaps a lip implant, and hair plugs or something you can give me to help re-grow my hair.”
“We can definitely do that in one surgery unless that’s too much for you. We’re flexible and can fit in two surgery appointments.”
“I’d prefer two appointments. I need the time to heal bit by bit.”
“Of course.” Christian got up from his seat and approached the young man with a green marker in his hand. “I’m just going to make a blue print so me and Sean can get an idea of how we’re going to execute the first surgery.”
He traced the roundness of the cheek, and then his forehead. Harry turned his head so Christian could see a side view of his face. There he made dotted lines down at the base of the jaw border lining the neck. Christian moved back a bit to observe the blue print he had created on Harry’s face.
“We can completely reconstruct the cheek and forehead in the second surgery,” said Christian. “But we’ll need an X-ray before that occurs. However, we can fix the jaw and give you lip implants as a start. How does that sound?”
Harry nodded indicating it was a good start up plan.
“We’ll only tamper a tad bit with the cheek as it seemed to affect the jaws alignment.”
“How does Friday sound to you, Mr. Potter?” asked Sean.
“It sounds fine,” he answered. “That’s this Friday.”
“Yes, in two days we’ll start surgery.”
“What about price?”
“I would say about $65, 000,” said Christian.
“But,” Sean quickly said as he saw Harry’s crestfallen face. “We can do monthly payments, and that will be adjusted to your annual income. We can talk about price later. Let’s just get your life back the way it used to be for you.”
Harry thanked both of them and left the office muttering a cleaning spell for his face. The green markings disappeared.
=================================================
Mr. Reynold, an overweight but wealthy middle-aged man, lay on his back on the operating table. Liz Cruz, the anesthesiologist, slipped in a needle connected to a machine and monitor on the back of his old liver-spotted hand. Sean and Christian were in the room next to the operating area dressed in their maroon colored surgery clothes, soaping up their hands and arms.
“You think he’s hiding something from us?” asked Sean.
“Who’s hiding something, Sean,” Christian rubbed his arms roughly with the soap.
“Mr. Potter.”
“That’s one hell of a face he’s got there.”
“Yeah, but we’ve done 5,000 surgeries-“
“70% cosmetic and 30% reconstructive.”
“Yes, but out of the 30%, not including the surgery videos we had to endure in our college years, have we ever seen anything like his case.”
“I don’t think anyone had except ones with tumors in their faces.”
“Yet he got this in a fight.”
“It is strange I suppose.”
They finished washing their arms and hands, and entered the surgery area without touching the door with their clean hands. Linda, a nurse, wiped their hands clean with a towel and threw it in the trash. She then assisted the two surgeons in putting their gloves and masks on. They approached the operating table where Mr. Reynold was still wide awake.
“How’re you, sir?” asked Christian.
“Feeling quite ecstatic actually,” he responded. “Just want the body I use to have when I first married my wife 25 years ago.”
Liz placed a mask over his mouth and nose telling him to count backwards slowly from ten to one. Once he was unconscious Linda pushed the play button on the stereo. Music began to play.
Ouga Chaka ouga!
Ouga Chaka ouga!
Ouga Chaka ouga!
I can't stop this feeling
Deep inside of me.
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me.
Christian wiped the exposed belly with a clear cleaning liquid before making a small incision. He then inserted a long stick and began performing liposuction by vigorously pulling in and out halfway. The lipo instrument like a vacuum was immediately sucking out the fat.
When you hold me
In your arms so tight,
You let me know,
Everything’s alright, ahahah
I'm hooked on a feeling,
I'm high on believing,
That you’re in love with me.
Lips as sweet as candy.
Their taste stays on my mind.
Girl, you keep me thirsty for another cup of wine.
While Christian worked on the belly area, Sean was cutting Mr. Reynold’s face on the blue print marks they had drawn on earlier. He used a laser to smoothly cut bits of skin, and placed them on a plate. He proceeded to sew the skin, making it stretch. Once the operation is finish Mr. Reynold’s would be looking fifteen years younger.
I got it bad for you girl,
But I don't need a cure,
I'll just stay addicted, If I can endure
All the good love, when we're all alone
Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on.
“Dr. McNamara. Dr. Troy,” said a sweet feminine voice through the newly set intercom.
“What is it Jenny?” called out Sean as he finished sewing the skin, and was about to start on the nose.
“You scheduled Mr. Harry Potter on the same day and time as Miss Frankfurt.”
“Call Mr. Potter and reschedule him,” said Christian.
“Hold up,” Sean stared at Christian. “Miss Frankfurt is another boob job. I’d rather have Mr. Potter as a priority.”
“Miss Frankfurt made her appointment a week ago.”
“I thought we agreed to put more priority in reconstructive than cosmetic surgery. Remember our 5,000th anniversary?”
“You agree to yourself. I just do it because it’s my job and I get paid.”
I'mmm, I'mmm Hooked on a feeling.
I'm high on believing that you’re in love with me.
All the good love, when we're all alone
Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on.
“Jenny?”
“Yes, Mr. McNamara?”
“Call Miss Frankfurt and have her rescheduled to the next available time slot.”
“Right on, sir.”
“She has such a sweet voice…doesn’t she?” Christian laughed and his eyes smiled, and almost glimmering with lust.
“You mean when she screams your name?” Liz chipped in.
“Very funny, Liz, we hired you not for your expertise in anesthesiology but for your humor.”
Ahaha I'm hooked on a feeling,
I'm high on believing,
That you’re in love with me.
I'm hooked on a feeling,
I'm high on believing,
That you’re in love with me.
Sean smiled behind his mask and cherished the small banter between his two friends. It was definitely good to be working together again. Hopefully, in the future they wouldn’t have to go through another traumatic business separation from each other.
I say I'm hooked on a feeling,
And I'm high on believing,
That you’re in love with me.
I'm hooked on a feeling.