Strange Times Ahead (Harry Potter x Male Strange Reader)

Chapter 2

When the feast was over, everyone in the Great Hall was escorted to their dorms. The large student body soon split into four smaller groups, each member of their houses going to different dorms of the whole castle.

Ravenclaw's dorms were in one of the towers of the castle, which gave them a splendid view of the rest of the grounds, such as the forest, a field with high spectator towers, and the lake that the students had crossed over on.

The common room, a room where Ravenclaw come together when classes end, had many instruments in it, used for astrology and whatnot, and bookshelves were lined along the wall, saved for the arched windows that gave them the view of the rest of the school. In the center of the room was a spiral staircase, likely leading to their own rooms.

(F/N) entered his own room, and looked around at the empty space; a bed, an empty bookshelf, and a trunk to store his stuff. He took off his robe and laid it down on the trunk, before taking a seat at the edge of his bed. With a deep breath, he took it all in; going to a magic school, seeing magic with his own eyes, and the possibilities that lay before him. To be a doctor who uses magic to heal patients, to have access to ingredients that could cure diseases, and so much more!

But the idea of healing people led to remind (F/N) of his current condition. He looked down at his hands again, his gloved hands that hid his flesh. The faint, yellow leather of his gloves clung to him, almost like it was another layer of skin. He slowly went to pull it off, and view his hand underneath, only to suddenly be interrupted by someone walking into his room. He hid his hands behind his back, and looked to see who it was. At first, he didn't see anyone at the doorway, but as he turned his eyes downward he set his sights on a rather small man.

He had short, brown hair styled to have it brushed to his left and his right, a pair of round glasses, a mustache, and a nice-looking suit. He was much older, despite having such a short stature.

"Y-Yes?" (F/N) asked.

"Terribly sorry for barging in like this," the man said as he pulled out a wand and gave it a flick. The lights in (F/N)'s room turned on, shedding more light and seeing more of the man. "Mr. (L/N)," the man began as he walked up to him, holding his hand out, "I am Professor Filius Flitwick, your Charms teacher and head of this house."

"Nice to meet you, sir," (F/N) said, reaching over and shaking his teacher's hand.

"I won't be staying long, just wanted to give this to you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pocket watch. (F/N) grabbed it and examined it closely. It was a simple, silver watch, with the emblem of his house engraved on the outside. Pressing the button on top of the watch opened it up and showed him a regular clock, and the other side of the watch, behind the door that opened up, was his schedule for Hogwarts in the same style as the watch. There was also an opening in the middle, giving him a picture of his teachers corresponding to the class he was in. "It also serves as a way to wake you up on time. It's the same thing the Muggles use, oh what was it called?" He asked himself, waving his finger, trying to remember.

"An alarm clock?"

"Yes!" Flitwick said. "An alarm clock!" Having been given the answer, Flitwick made his way to the door, so that (F/N) could get some sleep if he wished. "Have a good night, Mr. (L/N)." And with that, Professor Flitwick closed the door behind him. (F/N) continued to sit on his bed, examining the watch in his hands. It was getting late, and he was still rather tired after hopping from one mode of transportation to the other, and getting his fill of food. He took one more look at his hands, before deciding to finally get some sleep. He didn't bother changing into other clothes, he just took his shoes off and collapsed on his bed.

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The surgery room is home to many patients that either have to undergo a removal of an internal organ, transplants, or mending broken bones. Many lights pointed to the operating table, a dish of water to place any shrapnel or unwanted objects inside, as well as a line of scalpels and tongs meant to cut open a patient and tug on the insides.