Potter Head's Nirvana [ ON HOLD ]

ch.5.Rehabilitation

(Graphic warning below)

Using the last of the portkeys I, Howard and Vanya vanished away to reappear into a the safe house that Drakfang had prepared.

We teleported right outside the makeshift medical wing where several healer goblins were running around tending to the most sirius patients from the underground or trying to calm down those who were having a breakdown due to the shock of recent events.

Despite the shot notice Sir Drakfang had managed to secure this old almost dilapidated estate to my name and had put together a team of healers regardless of my exorbitant request.

I couldn't use my potter or Black estates because anyone could track them back to me through the ministery Land Registry.

This property was solely on the name of one Angelio Forestrier and it was a old muggle property.

"Lord Forestrier" Head Healer Ironjaw rushed towards me.

"Head Healer Ironjaw" I nodded.

"We've been taking care of the patients you've sent but we are running out of supplies,there are a lot more patients than you described"

"I'm aware,order more of ze potions Anonymously and I'll have my elf ship them here, withdraw directly from my vault"

"I'll do so, here is the floor plan that Manager Darkfang sent for you, he's waiting in the office marked here"

"Thank you and Episky!"

"Yes, master" *pop*

"Please, transport ze medical supplies ordered here , you'll have to work with Sir Ironjaw for now"

"Episky bes doing his best!"

"Sir Ironjaw, if you could also take a look at Vanya and Howard, zey are not in critical condition but they look worse for wear"

"I have to meet my daughter first" Howard said

"Yes, where is Ruby" Vanaya grumbled out agitated

"Misses Ruby and Alicia bes helping around" Episky replied to the old men.

"Go on, zey must be somewhere in ze medical wing too" I urged the protective and agitated men towards the wing.

The duo of elf and goblin retreated back to discuss things while Howard and Vanya were whisked away by another healer goblin.

I opened the map as plans whirled inside my brain. The place would be right as rain with some minor repairs and renovation.

I entered the Office besides the old library --trying to wipe away the grime and blood on me-- only to find a cross looking Darkfang.

"Young lord Forestrier, what is the meaning of this? First you send a message with your elf stating that you are in a need for a estate big enough to house 50 people maybe more and that it should be far enough from civilization. Next you ask for me to assemble a team of healers and send them to said estate?" The goblin said with a raised brow.