Ms. Brooke Potter,
This letter has been sent to you in a situation of urgency. Kindly cater to the required actions as soon as possible.
Your assistance is required for surgery to be conducted on an urgent basis. Please report to St. Mungo's hospital as soon as the note has been found.
Inconvenience regretted.
Iris Karasu
Head Healer"ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT? OR I CAN SEND FOR A SUBSTITUTE HEALER ON MY BEHALF." Brooke asked Harry as he shook his head.
They were staying at the Dursley's for a week to replenish Harry's blood magic and the Dursleys were expecting the Masons over for dinner.
"I'll be fine, Bree. Besides, all I've got to do is be upstairs, pretending that I don't exist," Harry told Bree.
Brooke thought for a second. During her training as a healer, she had been taught to not refuse to tend to any patient in a situation where treatment or surgery is needed and not to prioritize personal needs over duties, and this was an emergency situation.
Brooke nodded at Harry and told him that she'll be back as soon as possible.
"Bree, listen?"
"Yes, Harry?" Brooke exclaimed.
"Would you mind checking up on Ron, on your way back here? He hasn't owled me all summer," Harry interjected.
"Oh, you know how Errol is. He might've probably thrown all of them somewhere and forgotten about it." Brooke replied and Harry chuckled at her words
Brooke waved to Harry and apparated.
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Brooke was in a joyous mood. She had been able to make it to St. Mungos in time and the surgery was successful. Brooke had contributed heartily and came up with the best possible plans and combinations.
The sun was up now and its rays flushed over the warmth radiating structure of the Burrow.
Brooke stepped into the house and looked around, surprised to find nothing but pin drop silence covering the place.
"Hello? Anybody home? Molly?" Brooke exclaimed and looked around, but there was still no response.
I should probably check the yard. Brooke thought to herself and turned on her heel to leave when she heard the sound of their new Ford Anglia smoothly touching the ground.
Following that sound, whispering and shushing sounds were heard. Brooke hid herself using the disillusionment charm, as the noises got closer and more recognizable.
Fred, George, Ron, and Harry had landed next to the tumbledown garage in the yard. The group entered the scene and Brooke was shocked to find Harry with the redheads.
The green-eyed boy looked around the house, taking in every inch of the warmth as Ron spoke up, "It's not much."
"It's brilliant, perhaps even better than the cottage Bree and I live in," Harry said, thinking about the environment at Privet drive. Brooke couldn't help but smile at the warmth Harry felt, but she regained composure, remembering that she had to ground Harry.
They got out of the car and Fred stated, "Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly and wait for mom to call us for breakfast. Then, Ron, you come bounding down the stairs going, 'Mum, look who turned up in the night!' and she'll be all pleased to see Harry and no one need ever know we flew the car."
Brooke, who was still under the disillusionment charm, shot a death glare at Fred as if the prankster could've actually seen her.
"Right, Come on Harry, I sleep at the-" Ron stopped dead in his tracks, as Brooke dropped the disillusionment charm and stood in front of the redhead.
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If This Ain't Love 《C. Weasley》
FanfictionBrooke Euphemia Potter, popularly known as 'the girl who fought', happens to stumble across a red-head and instead of experiencing an unusual sensation tingle through her veins, the girl feels an emotion that was probably about to make her life take...