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Liam McGareth was proud to say that he is one of the best Healers in the world.
Liam graduated top of his class at Ilvermorny, he completed a four year apprenticeship in healing magic in three years. His mentors include the legendary Dahlia Gaunt, America's greatest healer and sister to the headmaster of Ilvermorny.
After several years of practicing his profession, he specialized in Contagious Magical Diseases. His team created a cure for the deadly Dragon Fever!
He is not an arrogant or vain man.
He doesn't brag about his success.
His greatest satisfaction is seeing his patients recover and return to their daily lives.
In his office the possession that he is most proud of is not the Medical Innovation Award he received at the age of 26 years old, nor his many diplomas and prizes. It is a drawing made by a four-year-old girl, Daniela Frost: the daughter of his first patient.
That's why when one of his patients doesn't make it, he feels the loss personally.
He knows how unprofessional that behavior is. He was scolded for it multiple times. As a healer he is not to become emotionally attached to his patients. Liam has broken that rule a million times, each loss breaks his heart and a part of him is determined to follow the Healer`s code next time. But he always gets attached to his patients.
Is especially painful when the patient is young, in this case a man barely twenty-eight years old.
"And what a tragedy this is." Liam mutters as he looks out the window.
His patient is the most prominent man of the 21st century in the Magic World.
The hero who defeated the tyrant who plagued Europe for decades.
The-Boy-Who-Lived turned into The-Man-Who-Conquered
Harry James Potter.
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"You're going to be fine mate. You'll see, you'll get out of this" The redhead's voice comes out broken, the moisture in his eyes and the desperation with which he holds the hand of his best friend show the pure terror he feels in this situation .
There is nothing he can do.
This situation will not be resolved by defeating a dark wizard.
Neither his skills in combat nor his strategic mind are of any use.
Ronald Weasley did not live a quiet life. He had a hundred adventures, most of them in the company of his best friends. He is used to the tension, the stress of a near death situation.
But what he's not used to is the sheer helplessness he feels right now.
In the past things have always worked out, there have been some close calls but the golden trio have always persevered. Between Hermione's intelligence, Harry's perseverance and his own strategic mind the three always won.
None of that matters now.
Neither he nor Hermione can do anything.
They are completely powerless.
They can only watch as their best friend withers beside them.
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"You have the best healers in the world working day and night on your case Harry. It will all be fine."
Like her husband, Hermione grips one of Harry's hands tightly, afraid that if she lets go of him even for a second he will vanish into thin air.
It had been 17 years since she met the scrawny but brave boy with the broken glasses. That day on the train she could not have predicted that those two boys would become the most important people in her life.
For almost two decades the three have been inseparable. Sure as adults their lives took different paths but their friendship only grew stronger each year. Even when they lived on different continents, they spoke every day on the phone, and the three of them spent at least one weekend each month together in the same city.
She never thought that they would part like this.
Even during the war when Harry selflessly sacrificed himself to stop Voldemort she knew, in her heart, that her green-eyed friend perseveres.
Because that's what Harry James Potter does. He perseveres. Always. No matter the situation, Harry always keeps moving, he never gives up. An abusive childhood, a million assassination attempts, a war,... Nothing could with Harry.
She always thought that she would be the first to die, Hermione is the eldest of the group after all. Then, after a few years, Harry would die in his bed surrounded by friends and family and finally Ron. Ron the last, too stubborn and loyal to leave his best friend behind. The redhead would survive out of sheer stubbornness, and then pass away with a smile on his face. In the afterlife, the three of them will be reunited with all their deceased friends and family, and Ron would brag about being the last one standing.
The Legendary Golden Trio.
Things weren't supposed to be like this.
But life is cruel, Harry contracted a deadly disease at the age of twenty-eight. Within a few weeks the disease almost consumed him completely, now the savior of the Magic World lies in a bed connected to various machines, with intravenous lines connected to both arms. Those potions are the only thing keeping him alive.
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Harry smiles weakly at them, clasps their hands together and tells them:
"Is okay. A wise man once told me that death is nothing but the beginning of the next great adventure." He starts to cough. Ron lifts his head and Hermione gives him a potion. Harry winces at the taste but drinks it without protest. "I've never had a big adventure before without you by my side, either physically or an apparition away. But it's time for me to fly on my own, I can't go through life holding hands with my siblings forever." The dark-haired man smiled at his own joke.
Ron chuckled and Hermione smiled, shaking her head.
"Idiot."
"Nothing new there Mione."
"Yeah, we've been your idiots for almost twenty years."
"Don't tell me you haven't figured that out yet."
"It can't be Harry! The brightest witch of her generation is slow on some subjects."
The men laugh and Hermione smacks each of them behind the head muttering something about children never growing up.
"Hey. Terminal patient here"
"I wish I could use that to prevent her from being violent. I'm telling you Har this woman hits me every two minutes. It's domestic abuse! I should contact a lawyer."
"I wouldn't hit you if you weren't an idiot Ronald."
And so the three friends continued joking with each other.
The gloomy atmosphere in the room lightened and the three of them laughed and smiled.
Harry looks fondly at his best friends.
`Almost twenty years together. Even when I was traveling the world our friendship did not diminish. Always and Forever. Until Potter Luck hit me again.`
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"-and then Draco told Astor-"
Harry was listening to Hermione recount the latest misadventure of their favorite snake couple.
Who would have thought that his rival at school would become a close friend, the trio would have never guessed.
But such is life: unexpected, always turning.
Draco and Astoria are the couple-friend of the Weasley-Granger marriage. They go out to dinner every week, go on vacation together...
"And baam! The waiter spilled the wine on the 500 galleon suit-" Ron interjects from time to time.
Harry smiles at how in tune his friends are.
`I wish I had had that. Well I did but with the wrong person - no, the right person in the wrong life. Potter Luck striked again, falling in love with a married woman. Such a Potter thing to do.`
Harry loved and was loved but life is too complicated. Sometimes love is not enough. And sometimes a selfless idiot leaves without saying anything, not letting his beloved choose, not wanting to put her in that situation.
`If only we had another chance. If only I had asked her to that ball all those years ago, but I was too young and shy to dare. That and I was focused on the very deadly tournament I was unintentionally participating in.`
Ron was talking animatedly, making wild gestures with his hands. Hermione intervened from time to time correcting him.
Harry smiles fondly at them and closes his eyes.
`Just a sec. So tire-`
At 11:59 p.m. on December 31, 2008, Harry James Potter closed his eyes for the last time.
The Savior of the Magic World passed away with a smile on his face.
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In a large room with orange walls decorated with expensive tapestries and beautiful paintings a woman is screaming.
"Hold on your Grace"
In a large bed lies a beautiful young woman of about 17 years old, her silky hair, dark as night, is sticking to her face due to the sweat. Her black eyes are moist.
She had never in her life felt such pain.
"Now princess. Push!" Her midwives and the Maester urge her to push.
"You can do it my love." Her loving husband encourages her. It is rare for men to be in the room during labor but their situation is different than most. Her marriage is not one of convenience but one of love.
"Shut up! You did this to me you halfwitted fucker! I'M GOING TO CASTRATE YOU!" The princess screams the last words as she pushes. The Dornish temper is hot and burns as their sun.
She squeezes her husband's hand so hard there's a crack. To his credit, the prince doesn't let out a moan, he makes a small face and continues to comfort his wife.
"Push again your grace"
The princess follows the Maester's instructions.
A few minutes later the Crown Princess of Dorne pushes one last time.
The master picks up the baby and a midwife cuts the umbilical cord.
Silence.
Not a cricket is heard.
"Why isn't my baby crying?! What's wrong?!" The princess's cries echoed in the great room.
"What's wrong with our baby?!" The prince's voice is loud and deep, his panicked golden eyes staring at the maester with terrifying intensity.
"He breathes" The Master hastens to reassure them.
The midwives quickly wrap the little prince in blankets and bring him to the anxious parents.
A woman in her fifties places the baby in the arms of the princess.
The new parents look spellbound at the baby, the soft rise and fall of his chest reassures them and they can enjoy this wonderful moment.
The prince hugs his wife and their baby.
"Why doesn't he cry?" he asks, his voice calmer, softer.
"While it's rare, some babies don't cry immediately at birth. The midwife has to pat them on the buttocks to wake them up." The Maestre's voice is equally soft. "In this case we didn't get to that part, the princess was too eager to hold her child. And no one here in Dorne dares to arouse the Princess of Fire's temper." The Master says playfully.
The princess, who was looking at her son delighted, raises her head and glares at him.
"Maester Wulfric, that is no way to speak to your princess." she scolds him
"And that is not the way for a princess to act, Princess Obella."
The two stare at each other before smiling in unison.
"If you're done joking with your old teacher my love, you should look down."
Obella follows her husband's instructions and looks towards her son.What she sees takes her breath away.
Big black eyes stare at her.
"Have you decided on a name for your son?" Wulfric's question snaps them out of their reverie.
"Our son." The princess murmurs dreamily with a big smile on her face.
"My love?"
"Doran. His name will be Doran Nymeros Martell."Prince Doran was born on the last day of the seventh moon of the year.
July 31 in another world.
And so Harry James Potter began his next great adventure, in the arms of two loving parents.
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10th Moon of 247AC
The young prince is now two months old.
Doran has already created a fame at his young age, he is a quiet but happy baby, he rarely cries or complains.
He smiles and gurgles every time he is hugged. His big black eyes and gummy smile won the hearts of everyone he met.
And he met many people.
Harry Potter was an orphan, he lost his parents when he was fifteen months old and the relatives he grew up with were scum.
The Dursleys were the worst kind of Muggles.
Their abuse and neglect left a deep mark on Harry, for a long time he had serious trust issues and believed that he did not deserve to be loved, among other things.
His friends became his family and helped him through his problems.
But not even they helped him solve all his insecurities. It was his mentor, Healer Padme Rion who made him see a therapist. He was 20 years old when he started going to therapy.
His therapist, Richard Todd, diagnosed him with post-traumatic stress disorder, survivor's guilt, and anxiety.
His recovery was a bumpy road, for every step he took he seemed to take another three steps back.
With the support of his friends he kept going and after 4 years Harry finally felt free, healed.
No more guilt, no more nightmares.
He felt free as a feather, but since fate loves to play with him, after a few months his life fell apart once again- But that's another story.
Harry never had a real blood family who loved and cherished him. At least not one that he remembers.
But Doran Nymeros Martell has a huge family. With loving uncles and aunts, many cousins, grandfathers and grandmothers, and more!
Doran loves them!
He loves his grandmother Dorna who visits him every day and tells him about her day. The Princess of Dorne doesn't seem to care that her grandson isn't (apparently) old enough to understand her. Every day she walks into the nursery, picks Doran up in her arms, and walks out onto a balcony where she sits in a rocking chair.
She talks about the meetings she had, the business dealings, the nobles she has to put up with every day at court. She complains a lot about them. Doran finds it hilarious. More than once she uses sensitive language to a baby's ears, and if she is caught by other members of the family the princess is scolded.
Doran laughs out loud every time he remembers his six-year-old uncle Lewyn scolding his mother.
A boy scolds the ruler of a kingdom.
("Mama, Dory is a baby! Oby and Trys said it was forbidden to use mean words around him!")
His grandmother is a calculating woman, always with some scheme on her hands, she has a wicked wit and a sharp tongue. But she is also studious and loves history and art. She always invites talented painters and musicians to court. At 37 years old she is still bitter that the Citadel dared to deny her access to their library because she is a woman.
Oh in the end she got her way. At the age of seven, she contacted her cousin, King Aerys I, who like her was an avid scholar. King Aerys gave her a signed edict allowing her and all her descendants unlimited access to the Citadel.
The King also tried to change the rules so that all women could enter the Citadel but unfortunately he passed away before carrying out his plans.
His younger brother, King Maekar, had no interest in such things. He was a warrior through and through, and thus King Aerys's reforms were forgotten.
When he was Harry he studied the renaissance and learned about the Medici family, Doran thinks that Dorna Martell would make a perfect Medici. She is a lover of the arts and a great politician.
He classifies her as half Slytherin half Ravenclaw.
His uncle, who is only six years older than him, is also a regular visitor. With the supervision of his nannies, the young prince sits on the floor with his nephew in his arms, playing with him and talking to him for hours.
Doran loves his mini uncle stories.
Although he finds it hard to believe them to be true, no matter how many times Lewyn insists. He wasn't born yesterday, he's not going to believe that humans rode dragons bigger than castles.
That 's crazy!
His past world had millions of mages, magic was super developed and no one has managed to tame a dragon enough to ride it.
If such a thing were possible Charlie, the older brother of his best friend, would let him know.
The Dragon expert Weasley was still bitter that his little brother and his friends got to ride a real dragon.
Doran flinches slightly, his dragon escape from Earth's most infamous bank is not a pleasant memory.
Yes, it was epic.
But they nearly cost them their lives, which isn't that shocking knowing what his life was like. What shocked him was what happened next, the dragon landed in the middle of a forest about fifty kilometers from London. There he collapsed to the ground and no longer got up. He met the beast's eyes as it took its last breath.
A being who lives his whole life in darkness, continually abused and used.
Harry Potter identified with the winged beast.
So no, Doran doesn't believe that men rode dragons and conquered continents a few centuries ago.
But still he loves his little uncle and his stories.
Lewyn Martell is an exuberant boy, always smiling and moving from one place to another. An adventurer into making. A little Gryffindor.
His grandfather on the other hand doesn't visit him as often, but that's not for lack of love.
Arthur Uller is a busy man.
The prince consort is always traveling from one place to another running errands for his wife. But every time he's at Sunspear he spends time with his youngest child and his only grandchild.
Prince Arthur is not as open and physically affectionate as his wife but that is just his personality. He is a serious person by nature, his smiles are rare and his hugs even more so.
But still whenever he is home he takes time off to spend with the younger members of the family.
Doran has only seen him smile a few times but his eyes are always full of love when he looks at him.
He classifies him as a somewhat different Huplepuff, a Shiny Hufflepuff!
Hardworking and loyal but not very friendly.
He loves his grandparents and his uncle but the ones Doran loves more than anyone else are his parents.
Lily and James Potter gave their lives for him. He will always be grateful to them and they will always have a special place in his heart but he never really felt a connection with them.
They died when he was too young to remember them, the only memory he has of them gave him nightmares for years and required a lot of therapy to get over. Nobody wants to remember how their mom is murdered in front of them.
Growing up listening to Vernon and Petunia's bogus stories, he had no pride in his drug-addicted, alcoholic parents. When he went to Hogwarts and found out the truth he was ecstatic.
His parents were heroes!
He saw photos and heard many stories but never felt a connection with them.
Lily and James didn't raise him, they didn't hug him when he had nightmares, they didn't look under the bed for imaginary monsters. They didn't take him to the park or teach him how to ride a bike.
No one did that for him.
Doran doesn't blame them, the Potters did what they thought was best. They tried very hard but in the end they trusted the wrong person.
That's life, when he was Harry he accepted it and moved on.
There were people who tried to fill that void but no one succeeded, Harry had a family that loved him (not by blood, a family chosen and forged in the fire of a thousand adventures) but he never had parents.
Until now.
Obella Martell and Trystanne Dayne.
Obella is the most beautiful woman in the world from Doran's humble perspective.
With olive skin, large dark eyes and long, thick black hair that falls in waves to the middle of her back, she is gorgeous. The next Princess of Dorne is not a very tall woman, she barely reaches 170 cm but her body has curves in all the right places. Two months after she gave birth it doesn't look like she was ever pregnant, her curvaceous body is quite toned, the result of many hours training with the spear under the Dornish sun.
She is one of the best Spear wilders on the continent, second only to her uncle, Arron Martell, who mentored her.
Her full lips are always raised in a big smile whenever she is with her son and her eyes, identical to her firstborn's, shine with love.
In truth, Doran had never seen a more beautiful smile than her mother's (except perhaps the smile of the woman he doesn't even want to think about).
Obella is a loving mother, she spends hours with her son every day. She walks him around the castle and shows him all the best places. She even took him to the Shadow city once!
She is charismatic, smart and witty with a sharp tongue. She can also be quite impulsive and wild, but as she gets older she is becoming more serious. She is also calculating, adventurous, and fierce-tempered.
Doran classifies her as a mix of Slytherin and Gryffindor, two-thirds snake and one-third lioness.
His father on the other hand is a pretty easy going man. Cheerful and calm, always with an easy smile on his lips. He doesn't seem to care about politics or government.
His only true love and passion, aside from his family, is war.
Trystanne Dayne is The Sword of the Morning.
He is the greatest swordsman in Dorne, he was knighted at the age of fourteen and gained great fame by winning many tourneys. During one tourney he single-handedly defeated a dozen bandits at the same time. That feat was witnessed by Obella herself, who fell in love with the skilled warrior.
He himself fell in love with her moments after, when he saw her prowess with her spear.
Their marriage had to wait six years since the princess was only ten years old while he was fourteen.
Trystanne has olive skin, short silver hair, characteristic of the Daynes, and golden eyes. He is a tall man, 191 cm, athletic but not overly muscular, with the physique of an Olympian not a weightlifter.
He is also very handsome, with a clean-shaven face.
Doran classifies it as a Huplepuff, the perfect badger. Hardworking, loyal and friendly.
Like his wife, Trystanne spends a lot of time with his son. Most of their time together consists of playing games or taking naps together.
After completing his morning training every day Trystanne goes to the nursery, picks up his baby and goes to his bedroom. There he lies down with his son on his chest and they both take a nap.
That's the only way to get Doran to voluntarily nap, if his father can't sleep with him one day for whatever reason the baby stubbornly refuses to nap. No matter how many songs are sung to him or how many stories are told, Doran will not sleep.
House Martell has other members, distant relatives, uncles, aunts, and cousins.
But most of them live in other places, Doran has yet to meet them.
He is too young to travel or to receive visitors.
The baby prince is eager to meet them. Until that day comes he will enjoy his quiet life with his loving family.
And so his life went on.
Until one day his mother gave them shocking news.
"I am with child"
`A little sibling?!`
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