The Rise of the God-Emperor

CH 26: A New Allegiance

The throne room of Hogwarts was a quiet, almost somber place, its grandeur heavy with ancient magic. Harry stood alone in the middle of the room, his gaze fixed on the tall windows where the early morning light streamed in. It was strange how quickly this room had become significant to him—ever since Hogwarts had crowned him, there was an unspoken weight of leadership that followed him everywhere he went.

As Harry stood in contemplation, the great doors to the throne room creaked open. Ten figures entered, their footsteps echoing softly off the stone floors. They wore the green and silver robes of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the snake-and-wand emblem embroidered proudly on their chests. Harry could feel the strength and purpose radiating from them as they approached.

The leader of the group, a tall, silver-haired man with a piercing gaze, stepped forward. "Harry Potter," he said, bowing his head slightly. "I am Healer Avery, head of magical trauma surgery at St. Mungo's. My colleagues and I have come to pledge our allegiance to you and offer our services in the fight ahead."

Harry looked at them, his chest swelling with a mixture of gratitude and relief. These weren't just any healers—they were the best in their fields, each an expert in their own discipline. Their presence here meant more than just medical care—it meant that they believed in him, that they saw what he was trying to do and wanted to stand with him.

"We've seen what's happening," Avery continued, his voice firm. "The Ministry is failing. The Muggles are growing bolder, and innocent people are suffering. We can't sit idly by any longer. We are here to help in whatever way we can."

The others introduced themselves one by one:

Healer Kinsley, a mind healer who specialized in trauma recovery, stepped forward with a calm yet determined expression.Healer Durand, an expert in magical poisoning and potion-related injuries, nodded gravely, his French accent adding a weight to his words.Healer Freya, a specialist in spell damage and the treatment of curse-related injuries, gave Harry a resolute look.Healer Stone, who dealt with complex bone injuries and magical reconstruction, added his voice to the group.Healer Pomeroy, known for his work with injuries caused by magical creatures, folded his arms and gave a curt nod.There were others too, each with their own area of expertise: magical infections, potion creation for long-term care, and rehabilitation.

Together, they formed an impressive team.

Harry stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Thank you. I can't tell you how much this means. We've rescued some parents and children—victims of Muggle experimentation—and they need your help. We've set up a medical wing in the castle, but I'll show you to the mansion where the families are staying."

Healer Kinsley, the mind healer, raised an eyebrow slightly. "The children," she said softly, her voice filled with quiet concern. "They'll need immediate attention. Trauma at such a young age can have lasting effects. The sooner we begin, the better."

Harry nodded. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Exploring the Medical Wing

Harry led the group down the winding corridors of Hogwarts, the familiar warmth of the castle's magic surrounding them. As they walked, the healers examined their surroundings with curiosity and approval. Hogwarts seemed to be subtly shifting, accommodating the growing needs of its inhabitants as if it knew the trials they were about to face.

They reached the medical wing, a large, clean space with rows of beds, potion cabinets, and shelves lined with magical medical tools. The room felt functional and orderly, though it was quieter than the bustling halls of St. Mungo's.