Harry Potter and the Deep Freeze

Building Hope

The sun hung low in the sky as Harry walked the well-worn paths around the grounds of Hogwarts. The castle stood tall and imposing behind him, its towers catching the golden light of late afternoon. To his left, Hogsmeade was bustling with activity as goblins and wizards worked to fortify the village. The boundaries of the dome were taking shape, and progress seemed to be moving at a steady pace.

But as Harry strolled past the new buildings and future farmland, something nagged at him. They were preparing for food, shelter, and magical defenses, but what about health?

He stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing. The Hogwarts hospital wing was a marvel, but it wasn't large enough to serve an entire community. If the freeze came and people were injured—or worse—there would be no centralized place to treat them.

"A hospital," Harry muttered to himself. "That's what we need."

His mind raced as he turned the idea over. It would have to be more than just a place for treatment. They'd also need a space for the inevitable reality that not everyone would survive. He swallowed hard, hating the thought but knowing it was practical.

"A morgue, too," he murmured, his voice soft. "We'll have to prepare for everything."

Drafting the Plan

Harry returned to his flat, his mind buzzing with ideas. He sat at his desk and pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment. The hospital would need to be close to Hogsmeade for accessibility but not so far from Hogwarts that it couldn't receive support from the castle's resources.

He sketched a rough layout:

A main ward for general treatment.A potion lab for brewing healing draughts.Private rooms for long-term care.An isolation wing for dealing with magical diseases or injuries.A discreet, temperature-controlled morgue in the basement, enchanted to preserve remains with dignity.

As he worked, Harry realized the scale of the task ahead. Building the structure would be easy enough with the goblins' help, but the real challenge would be stocking it. They'd need potions, bandages, herbs, medical instruments, and countless other supplies.

Harry's quill paused mid-stroke as an idea struck him.

"Neville," he murmured.

A Request for Neville

The next day, Harry found Neville in the greenhouses, surrounded by a forest of Frostbane Ferns. The air was warm and humid, the scent of earth and magic heavy in the space.

"Neville!" Harry called, stepping over a row of potted shrubs.

Neville looked up from his work, smiling as he wiped his hands on his trousers. "Harry! What brings you here?"

"I need your help," Harry said, handing him the sketches for the hospital.

Neville studied the parchment, his brow furrowing. "A hospital? That's a great idea. We'll definitely need something like this when the freeze comes. But... how are you planning to stock it?"

"That's where you come in," Harry said. "I was wondering if Hannah could help. She runs the Leaky Cauldron now, right? She must have connections to potion suppliers and medical distributors. If she's willing to be discreet, she could handle gathering supplies."

Neville's face lit up at the mention of his wife. "Hannah would love to help. She's great at organizing things like this, and she's already used to keeping secrets when it comes to magical logistics."

Harry grinned. "Perfect. If she agrees, I'll set up a list of what we'll need and pass it along to her. One more thing—there's a morgue in the plans. It's not something anyone wants to think about, but..."

"It's necessary," Neville finished for him, nodding solemnly. "I'll talk to her tonight."

Getting the Goblins on Board

After leaving Neville, Harry made his way to the goblin construction site in Hogsmeade. Grintok was there, as usual, overseeing the construction of the apartments and shops.

"Mr. Potter," Grintok greeted, his sharp eyes glinting in the sunlight. "What brings you here today?"

"I have a new project for you," Harry said, handing over a fresh sketch of the hospital.

Grintok examined it closely, his long fingers tracing the lines of the drawing. "A hospital," he said, his voice thoughtful. "This will be more complex than the other buildings. You'll need specialized rooms, proper ventilation, and enchanted wards for sanitation. The morgue, especially, will require temperature control and isolation from the main areas."

"Can you do it?" Harry asked.

Grintok smirked. "Of course we can. Goblins are unmatched in precision work. Where do you want it?"

Harry pointed to a spot on the map near the edge of Hogsmeade. "Here. It's close to the village but far enough from the main square to allow privacy."

Grintok nodded. "We'll start on the foundation tomorrow."

"Thank you," Harry said, relief flooding through him.

Writing the Supply List

That evening, Harry sat at his desk once more, drafting a detailed list of the supplies Hannah would need to acquire. He included everything he could think of:

Healing potions (Skele-Gro, Pepperup, and Blood-Replenishing).Bandages and enchanted splints.Herbs for brewing emergency antidotes.Diagnostic tools like Secrecy Sensors and magical thermometers.Muggle supplies like basic antiseptics and syringes.Enchanted cooling charms and preservation equipment for the morgue.

As he worked, Harry felt a renewed sense of purpose. The hospital wasn't just a building—it was a symbol of hope, a promise that they were preparing for every possibility.

When the list was complete, Harry sent it to Neville with Hedwig, adding a quick note:

Thanks again for helping with this. Let me know as soon as Hannah agrees. This is going to make a real difference.

A Quiet Resolve

Later that night, Harry stood at the edge of the Hogwarts grounds, staring out at the shimmering boundary of the dome's wards. The weight of what they were building pressed heavily on him, but so did the determination to see it through.

"We'll be ready," he said softly, his voice carried away by the wind.

The hospital was just another step in the plan—but it was a crucial one. Lives would depend on it, and dignity would be afforded to those they couldn't save.

Harry wouldn't let them down.