Chapter out a little early because the last one was late
Year 1183
Harry's POV:
Harry was watching one of the most disgusting scenes he had ever seen unfold before his eyes. He was in a small town called Belhaven which was apparently a town that was chock full of racist assholes. There was a crowd cheering at a platform where a man was tying a noose around the neck of a crying elf woman. From what Harry had seen and heard, the elf woman had killed a guard that had been trying to take advantage of her only for the man's buddies to hop in and beat her into a different skin tone and throw her in prison. Now it looked like they were going to kill her. Harry was a man that understood what sacrifice was. He had seen and done it so many times over the years that he had lost count. He still fell asleep and saw Neville's face as he took on wave after wave of Death Eaters after they had found one of their hideouts giving his fellow comrades time to escape. He died that night but in that one night, got enough kills to retain a spot in the top 10 heaviest hitters in the war despite it continuing for another two years. The point Harry was trying to make was that sometimes sacrificing yourself for a cause you believed in was all you could do. Sometimes you needed to stand up against the crowd for what you knew was right and that was exactly what he was going to do.
Harry started walking towards the podium as the executioner let the audience have their fun with the beaten girl by calling her names and throwing random items at her before they finished her off. Not that that was going to happen as Harry had just made it to the stairs of the podium and started climbing it. At this point the executioner and the guards had noticed him. So did the audience.
"Oi! Civilian, you need to stay off the podium. What'chu think your doin'?" The guard said. Harry looked at the man with a blank face.
"I think I'm going to walk over to that girl, take that noose off her neck and escort her out of town." Harry replied calmly. Both the crowd and the guards seemed to find his words extremely funny as they burst into loud laughter. Harry patiently waited for them to finish as he discreetly brought his wand out.
"Yeah I don't know if you've been hittin the drink to hard mate but you should really step down before I have to knock you on your arse." The main guard said as he got in his face. This brought a new round of laughter to his buddies as well as the crowd. Harry allowed a smooth smile to cross over his features. He leaned into the guard slowly before speaking. The crowd shut their mouths real quickly to hear his response.
"If you don't get the fuck out of my way right now, I'm going to show these 'nice' people here what it looks like to turn a human being inside out." Harry said in little more than a whisper. Despite that his words almost echoed through the courtyard. The guard recoiled back at the mere thought of what he said before anger crossed his face.
"Alright, I have had enough of this. Let's show this elf lover what we think of his kind boy's!" The guard yelled behind him towards his fellow guardsmen as he drew his weapon. It was unfortunate that he did not see the scarlet curse rushing towards him in time other wise he may have been able to stop Harry from making good on his promise by dodging out of its path. Alas, it would seem he was too distracted which was why right now he was just a giant red puddle of blood and human organs on the floor. It didn't take long for the screaming to start after that. Even the guards seemed to be too disgusted to act after what just happened to their commander. This was also unfortunate as Harry wasn't feeling in a too merciful mood and decided it would just be easier to dispose of all of them rather than let them live and get reinforcements who he would also have to kill. The first two were split in half almost completely with the cutting charm Harry had quickly cast at them within a second. The third and fourth weren't so lucky as Harry had decided he wanted them to burn alive.
"flammis acribus" Harry whispered the spell twice and caught them both in the chest. It was one of his signature one's during the war and he had mastered it to the point where it could almost keep up with most Fiendfyre's when he cast it with full power. Harry took a moment to watch people screaming and running away as fast as possible. Even the Executioner had booked it with the rest of the people. Harry ignored them and turned towards the elf who was looking at him with horror. Many years ago, it might have bothered him that someone he just rescued looked at him like that, now it didn't bother him a bit. No matter their intentions, watching a man butcher someone was never easy. He walked up to her.
"Cáelm." he said to her in hopes that she wouldn't struggle as he released the noose from her neck. His Elder speech wasn't the best but he knew enough to get by. It seemed she understood the sentiment as she calmed at his word but still looked scared. He finished getting the noose from around her neck and gestured for her to follow him. Luckily they weren't too far from an exit towards the town.
"Name?" Harry asked. The woman looked at him in surprise.
"Cyithrel." she responded quietly. Harry nodded. They soon made it to the exit unbothered. Harry looked at the girl.
"Stay here." he said to her. She nodded in understanding. Harry went back into the town and stole a few goods like bread, water, and a horse. He walked back to the elf. He handed her all the supplies as well as the reins to her new horse.
"Here. Take all this and get out of here. Don't come back here for at least 50 years. Human memory is nowhere near as long as an elf's." Harry told her as he helped her on the stallion.
"If I have it my way then I shall never return. I thank you for helping me even knowing it has now put a huge target on yourself. May I have the name of my savior." she asked in common with an elvish accent. Harry waved away her concern.
"It's nothing. I'm used to people trying to hunt me down. Even if they're successful, they will find that I do not come quietly. My name is Harry. Happy to help." He said as he slapped the horse's rear causing it to spur forward before the elf had time to reply. The last thing he saw was her surprised face as the horse ran off with her into the distance. He watched after her before the horse was out of view. With her gone, Harry looked back at the town and started weighing the pros and cons of burning it to the ground in his head. He grumbled as he found more cons then pros. With that he disappeared with a pop in the night.
Year 1199
Eithné POV:
"Eithné! Did you miss me!" Harry said as he popped into the hidden little forest village deep in the depths of Brokilon.
"Harry. I thought I warned you to never return." The silver haired druid said seriously as she looked at her unexpected guest who seemed unconcerned about the 30+ arrows currently pointed at him.
"Oh you were serious about that?" Harry asked a with a faux confusion. Eithné just held back her glare for the, supposedly, human male.
"Yes I was." she said as she made a gesture for her people to put down their weapons. They would make no difference as Harry had proven on his second uninvited visit to her quiet home. This would mark the fifth one since they had found him all those moons ago. Eithné had no idea why the male felt the need to stop in every few summers but at this point it was almost becoming expected. Not an expectation she ever really wanted to have. He would just pop in and force her to drink some tea with him for a few hours and 'catch up' as he put it. Just as she thought, he summoned a pot of tea and some cups out of thin air.
"Shall we?" he asked with his insufferable smile with his insufferable smile as he walked into her abode. She followed him in, only because she knew it would be the quickest way to get him to leave. Hopefully he wasn't in a foul mood like last time. Something to do with an elven woman he had to save if she remembered correctly. She sat cross legged on the floor with him as he poured her tea. The tea was actually very tasty and calming. It was the only good thing about his visits.
"Why have you decided to once again disturb the peace of my forest?" she asked trying to get to the point.
"Oh I haven't seen you for awhile and thought I would pop in. How's everything? Kill any interesting trespassers lately?" Harry asked as he served her a cup. She took it and took a nice sip of the pleasant beverage.
"Interesting? No. Troublesome? Yes." she responded. Harry nodded in response.
"What, did you kill a noble or something like that?" Harry asked as he took a sip from his cup.
"I do not know. I do know that Verden keeps trying to send men to find and kill my people recently." she responded. Harry looked at her.
"That doesn't sound good. Want me to pop over after this and give them the business?" Harry asked her. Eithné just paused for a second as she tried to puzzle out what he was asking her.
"I do not require your assistance if that is what you are asking." she finally responded in a slightly offended tone.
"Ah yes. You don't like outside help. Forgive me, I still sometimes forget how you can be. I meant no offense." Harry said as he bowed his head in apology. Eithné just frowned at the motion. She had no idea how he could one moment have the audacity to treat her like she was an old friend and the next have impeccable manners and courtesies. Just another confusing thing about the powerful mage that she may never figure out.
"If you truly seek my forgiveness, you would have the decency to leave and never return." she commented. He dropped his manners and went back to his normal form as his smile reappeared.
"Ahh Eithné, you're breaking my heart. I take time out of my day to come and talk with you over some delicious tea and this how you treat me? I'm hurt. Truly I am." Harry said in a teasing tone. This time, Eithné did glare at him.
"If I could, I would have filled you with arrows and cut off your head as a message to other trespassers years ago. It is only due to the fact that I physically cannot pull off such a feat that I have not done it." Eithné said to him.
"That's true. You never really were a hospitable host unless you saw some use in your guest. How devious of you." Harry commented lightly.
"Then why do you continue to return if you know how much your presence bothers me." Eithné asked with anger creeping into her usually serene voice.
"Tsk tsk tsk Lady Eithné. All in good time. Almost all things I have done since I have met you have been for one singular reason." Harry said.
"And what reason is that?" she asked almost rhetorically.
"One day, you will know. One day I will give you a choice. A choice between two options, neither of which you will like. After that day comes, if you truly never wish to see me again then I shall grant you said wish as a reward for your choosing." Harry said with a smile. Eithné frowned at his words. What he just said sounded both ominous and like it would cause her trouble.
"I see." was all she said in response.
" us move back to happier topics. How's your daughter? What was her name, Marley?"
"Morenn." Eithné corrected immediately with a frost in her voice. It had recently come to her attention that her daughter had something of an affection for this man. Such a thing bothered her greatly and the last thing she wanted was for him to take a mutual interest.
"Morenn, right. How's she doing?" Harry asked.
"She is fine." Eithné said trying clearly to close the topic. Harry looked up at her and seemed to take the hint.
"Alright then. Well it seems we're about out of tea so I guess I can leave a little earlier today than usual." Harry said as he stood up. Eithné sighed in relief at the man seemingly leaving. She didn't know what she had done for the gods to have cursed her with his presence.
"Good. Please do not return." She told him. She knew he would not listen but she only had hope left at this point. Harry just smiled at her.
"See you in a few years My Lady." He told her before popping off. Eithné just frowned in annoyance before going back to planning on how to deal with new attacks from Verden.
Year 1216
Harry's POV:
Harry watched these supposed "witchers" dance around his large form in some effort to distract him while one or the other took him out. Harry on the other hand just continued to sit down and watch them with an uninterested eye. These witchers were most obviously not from the school of the wolf but the school of the cat if his eyes were to be believed. They were also very stupid if the fact that they took a contract out on him and woke him up in the middle of hibernation said anything about them. Harry had already decided to cook them alive and then deposit their remains somewhere public just to make sure no one else tried this.
"Vicar. Go around him. I'll keep him distracted from the front." One of them yelled at his partner.
"Alright just don't get cooked. He seems pretty docile now but that could change at any moment." The one now identified as Vicar responded back. Harry pretended to pay attention to the man who was jumping around in front of him and waving his sword around like an idiot while the other crept up behind him. He didn't even need to look behind him to swing his huge tail quickly and smash it into the witcher. Even with their enhanced senses, his tail was simply too big to dodge. The man behind him was quickly killed as he was smashed up against the wall with the full force of Harry's tail.
"Vicar!" The remaining man yelled as he looked at his now dead companion before looking back at Harry with a glare.
"You'll pay for that beast!" the man yelled as he charged him. Harry swiped at him and to the man's credit, he actually managed to dodge it. The man quickly cast a quen sign on himself in the hopes it would give at least some protection against the dragon. Harry admitted that it was probably the smartest move he could make. Most of the witcher's limited magic wouldn't be enough to actually affect him. Even the quen probably wouldn't do much but it was better than nothing.
"Alright then c'mon you overgrown lizard." the witcher yelled at him as he readied his silver sword. Harry had learned that silver swords could do little more than scratch him recently after coming to this world. He had also found other dragons to be much weaker than he was though they had the ability to absorb most magic, which wasn't something Harry couldn't do in his dragon form. Harry finally stood up to his full massive height and stared down at the puny Witcher. He swiped his claws once more only for the man to skillfully dodge out of the way. Harry, however, expected this and bellowed white, hot, flames after the man. He heard a brief scream before the flames killed the man.
Harry grunted in annoyance once the man was dead. Every few years, a village would put a contract on him. It was mainly dragon professionals that came after him but occasionally he would get an over zealous witcher that got in over their head and decided to try and kill him. Or in this case, two of them. Harry shifted his body back into a human form as he stood over the charred remains of the witcher. He scrunched his face at the burnt smell coming from the body. Quickly he pulled his wand out and vanished the remains of the witcher. With that done he walked over to the other one and checked it over. The body was actually relatively intact considering how hard he had smashed it against the wall. He curiously wondered if witcher's had a stronger bone structure than the average human. That brought him to thinking about the other races he had encountered and their physical structures. Obviously vampires had much stronger muscles and a much denser bone structure. This meant that their metabolism was much higher than most creatures, which is why they had to drink blood as it carried much more energy than most foods did even when eaten raw. Harry knew that witchers had mutations due to Ciri mentioning it when talking about her surrogate father Geralt but he didn't truly know the extent of it.
Harry kicked the body with his foot once just to make sure the witcher was fully dead. He then picked it up and dragged it to his hidden little laboratory. He cleared the table with all his little notes on plans he had once Ciri finally decided to grace the world with her presence and pop out of her mom for the first time. He then carefully slumped the witcher body on the table and got started. First he healed all the physical wounds on the witchers body. Before leaving Britain, Harry had been widely considered a genius because of his multiple masteries in the subjects of potions, defense against the dark arts, runes, herbology, and healing. Most had been simply because he was either bored or because they helped with his research. Healing was surprisingly the only one that he had actually pursued simply from wanting to know more on the subject. Unsurprisingly, he had done it because he had remembered how lucky he had been when Ciri was injured that he was able to cobble up a solution that just happened to work. He wanted to make sure that he was able to help any time one of his friends needed it in the future. It's why he made the Dragon Pox Vaccine. Little Rose, his niece in all but name, had contracted it. He had worked for almost an entire year straight to solve that little issue and had made it just in time when the poor girl had been on her deathbed.
Harry shook his head to clear his reminiscing as he focused in on the now healed body of the witcher he killed. Now obviously he couldn't bring the man back to life, nor did he want to honestly but he could imitate life in the body on a physical level with a clever little spell he had come up with that kept the heart pumping blood throughout the body but only as long as you held the spell. So physically the man would be alive but since he had not had oxygen circulating in him for too long, he would still be brain dead. Still, he could do some test on his body now at least.
Harry started on seeing how the body handled different bacteria and virus being introduced to it. The results had been a little disappointing to be honest. The witcher body did handle viruses and bacteria better than humans but not by much to be honest. In fact he had been surprised that it handled so poorly. He had seen the mutations that had been integrated into the bloodstream as well as most of the body. It should have been giving the body a much stronger immunity system then it currently had. Harry wasn't sure if it was flawed somehow or if he was missing something important.
The next thing he looked into was the muscle and tissues of a witcher. This was clearly where the mutagens shown through the most. Muscle density had definitely been increased and seemed to retain themselves much better than humans he had seen in the past. It explained their increased speed, agility and strength. He wished he could spell the man back to live to run him through some physical tests but sadly that wasn't really in the cards. Despite this, he still got the feeling that it could have been better. I mean, he probably couldn't give them high vampire level of strength and speed or anything close to it but there was definitely room for improvement. The last thing he had found was that the mutagen actually made the user sterile. That must have been bothersome if they ever wanted kids although it apparently hadn't stopped good ole Geralt from raising Ciri as his own daughter. Still, that was quite unfortunate.
Last but not least was the limited magic witchers used. This was actually the most impressive things that the mutagens seemed to due mainly because it should have been impossible. He hadn't encountered a single plant on this world that made him believe in the possibility of giving someone an artificial magic reserve. It was honestly amazing that every witcher didn't just implode in on themselves. If someone had asked Harry if there was even a slight chance of anyone surviving the process of what these mutagens did to the body then he would have laughed in their face and called them insane. It was an absolute miracle in his honest opinion. Still, witchers did have great promise. There magical pool was very small especially in this world where the sorcerers and sorceresses seemed to have much large magical pools than the ones from his world. Probably due to the fact that they didn't really use magical focuses. A witcher had just enough magic to perform some of the weaker spells, in fact, he was almost sure that the five main ones they knew had been modified specifically so that they could use them easier.
At the end of all his observations, Harry finally concluded that it was most likely that whoever made the formula to give witcher's their mutagens, they had made it by either luck on an accident. If the limited calculations he could make were correct, then it was a matter of luck as well as the order and timing of the administering that really made the difference. He was pretty sure that the mutagens all conflicted with each other in just a certain way that it would occasionally allow a strong enough individual to live through the trial. Then the mutagens would both work against and with each other to both strength the user as well as weaken the other mutagens in the body as much as they could. The final product of this, if it was successful, was a witcher. Witcher, being the poorly crafted mutated human being that was always on the cusp of death without even realizing it.
'I can't believe someone actually made such a poorly crafted formula...I mean obviously there are better ways to enhance people...I think...probably...hmmm...I wonder if ...NO! No I need to stay focused on the plan...but, I do still have quite a few years ahead of me after all. Getting some practice with anatomy of different creatures may end up helping...Well maybe just a few years of study I suppose. Then back to planning!'
Year 1229
Harry's POV:
"Are you the one they call the Black Mage?" a regal yet beautiful woman asked him. Harry just looked up from the book he was reading and gave a confused raised eyebrow at the woman who was flanked by two guards. He was currently in the beautiful city of Cintra trying to enjoy a nice read in a public garden. He was briefly conscious of the fact that the entire street was looking at the woman meaning she was either royalty or a noble.
"The what now?" Harry asked with confusion.
"The Black Mage. As in the immortal Black Mage that randomly appears every few years and cause both miracles and disasters wherever he goes." The woman said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Harry just stared at her in surprise. He didn't remember getting a title. Then again, he tended to stay away from towns and cities as there were usually at least one person that would cause him to lose his cool and go berserk and start killing.
"I don't think I have ever been called that in my life." Harry finally said without confirming or denying the woman's question as he did not know the answer himself.
"Was it not you who first appeared in Belhaven where you massacred part of the town because they were trying to kill a girl unjustly?" The woman continued to question calmly. Harry looked at the woman fully now. He did indeed remember killing some people in Belhaven because they had tried to execute an elven girl.
"It was hardly an actual portion of the town. Just some guards that tried to stop me. Everyone else just ran off." Harry remarked. The woman nodded with a satisfied smile.
"I thought it was you. I wish to beg for your assistance Black Mage as I am in dire need of your services." The woman said as he sat next to Harry with a serious look on her face. Harry had to hold in a sigh. The very last thing he wanted to do was have to throw his lot in with a noble. She either wanted to use his power or gain something from it. Neither was something he was okay with.
"I'm actually rather busy so you'll have to schedule an appointment." Harry said as he brushed the woman off and continued to read his book. He could hear the guards physically reaching for their swords. He also noticed the woman to his right waving her hand to calm her pissed off guards.
"Will you not at least listen to what I have to ask? I have been searching for you for months now and it seems destiny itself has brought you to my city. Would you please at least listen to what I have to ask?" The woman asked gently. It wasn't quite begging but it was close. That had gotten Harry's attention. Nobles tended to not beg for anything as they usually thought they were deserving of everything. To hear this woman beg spoke volumes. Also to hear that she had been apparently been looking for him was a little concerning.
"Fine. I make no promises to help you in any way but I will at least listen to what you have to say as long as you explain how you know who I am." Harry told the woman. She breathed a sigh of relief before smiling gratefully at him.
"I thank you for letting me speak. My name is Adalia. I am the queen of Cintra. I ask you to help with my daughter. I believe she has been struck with a terrible curse and has fallen ill. I have asked both Sorcerers and doctors to see her but none can find the source of her illness. I have many friends in the more magical community and have heard talk of you and your mysterious healing powers. I have been trying to track you down for months but had recently almost given up hope until I saw you as I was passing by. I myself have some minor skill with magic and was able to feel your power. I knew that it must have been you with the power and your clothing. I know it must have been destiny for our paths to meet today. Will you please help me." The woman both explained and asked him. Harry just took it all in for a minute. It would seem he had gotten a reputation without being aware of it by the magical community. Sure, he hadn't exactly been subtle but he thought with how devolved their communication ways were compared to his own world, knowledge of his person would have been lost in the confusion. Apparently not. It had also been noted that he was quite old after so many years of still being alive and looking so young. That could be a problem. He would need to tone down his visits to public places. If Ciri heard of him before they met...well he wasn't actually sure what would happen but that was just asking for a paradox.
"Hmm. Your daughter you say. Do you believe she's truly been cursed?" Harry asked.
"I do not know. I only know that neither magical nor regular treatments seem to have any effect on her." Adalia said to him. Harry thought about it. Of course he was going to help her. If she was the queen, than that means Ciri was probably a descendent of hers and her daughter. If her daughter died then there was a chance Ciri would never be born. Of course the girl could always heal without his interference but it also might have been that something Harry had done while here in this world could have affected the future and caused this girl to be sick. Either way, he'd rather be safe than sorry.
"Fine, I will go and attempt to heal your daughter." Harry agreed as he stood up from the bench and put the book he was reading in his black cloak which was something he was apparently going to have to change as it was now his calling card.
"Oh thank you so much. If you can accomplish her healing I will be most grateful and willing to grant you any reward within my power." Adalia said.
"There is nothing in your power that you could give me that I would want." Harry said to her as she led him towards the castle.
"Perhaps not but I shall offer anyways as you may one day change your mind." The woman said not letting Harry's statement get to her. The approached the tall castle in the city and walked in with no problem. It would be the first time he had been invited into a palace and not had break in secretly. There were random maids and servant that would bow as they passed. Harry found it weird as they were also bowing to him simply because he was with their queen.
"It is just up through here."Adalia gesture towards a stairwell. Harry nodded and continued to follow. After a few flights they came to a beautiful ornate door.
"Wait here." Adalia told the guards. This seemed to upset them once more.
"My lady, I do not wish to question you but wouldn't it be safer if we…" One of the guards tried before being cut off.
"We shall be fine. I have faith that the Black Mage will look after me if trouble arrives. Why don't you go attend to my husband actually." Adalia told them firmly leaving no room for argument. The guards still looked uncomfortable but bowed before departed. With them gone, Adalia gently opened the door.
"Calanthe dearest, are you awake?" Adalia asked gently into the cracked open door.
"Mama." a soft voice replied in the darkness. Adalia entered the room and gestured for Harry to do the same. Harry walked softly into the darkened room and did a quick look around. It was decorated in a way in which he expected a princess's room to be decorated. The only unnatural thing was that most of the furniture had been pushed against the wall. Harry moved closer to the large bed where he got a look at the girl who would one day be Ciri's grandmother if he had just heard her name correctly. She was a blonde girl that was incredibly pale and skinny. Most likely due to her disease. She had red spots on certain parts of her visible body that caused Harry' eyes to narrow.
"I have brought a man today to look over you and see if he can help. Please listen to what he tells you okay?" Adalia asked the girl. The girl seemed to nod weakly. Harry took that as his cue and walked over to her. He pulled up a nearby chair and sat next to the weak girl.
"Hello, Calanthe was it? What a pretty name. How old are you?" Harry asked her gently while subtly casting diagnostic charms on her.
"I'm approaching my eighth year. What is your name?" The girl asked Harry as she looked up at him. Despite her weak appearance, Harry could see strength boiling in those eyes.
"My name? Ah well you can call me Apollo. Eight years you said. Wow. You're getting pretty grown. I'm sure soon you will be a beautiful maiden that all the young boys go after some day." Harry told her as he finished his spells. The girl smiled weakly.
"Perhaps, or perhaps not." she said. Harry had to keep himself from frowning. While the girl didn't sound defeated, she did seem to accept the reality of her situation.
"I'm sure of it. Can you give me a moment? I'll be right back." Harry told her as he got up and went to a desk that was pushed against the wall. He tapped his wand on its surface and watched as words appeared on the wood giving him the diagnosis of the girl. Adalia walked over to him while he was doing this.
"What are you doing. Have you found what's wrong with her." Adalia asked eagerly yet also trying to keep quiet so her daughter wouldn't hear. Harry didn't answer he looked over the words and frowned. He knew what he was looking at. He had only ever seen it once before and it had not been this bad.
"Yes, I have found what ails her. She has a magical variant of Autoimmune disease." Harry told the woman. Adalia frowned.
"What does that mean?" she asked.
"It basically means that her body is confused and attacking itself. She was born with some magic in her blood. Not too much but what was there was quite powerful. Since their was so little of it however, her normal body has mistaken it for a foreign entity trying to invade it. It's basically attacking itself in hopes to kill off all the magic in her body not knowing that it's killing itself in the process. It's a very rare disease and the magical variant is even more so. I'm honestly surprised she has lasted this long. Cases this severe are usually quite fatal." Harry told the woman. Adalia had tears forming in her eyes.
"Is there nothing that can be done?" she asked still trying to maintain her quiet volume.
"I can probably trick the body back to normal and into thinking the magic inside of it is normal. I will need to grab a potion first. One that will settle her body and stop almost all non-vital activity. It will put her in a coma where she will be susceptible to my healing methods. After, I can give her the antidote to bring her out of it. As one of her guardians, I need your permission to continue with this procedure." Harry told Adalia as he went into full healer mode. Adalia took a moment to wipe her tears and get herself under control.
"Will it hurt her?" Adalia asked.
"The procedure itself won't hurt but she will feel sore on her whole body afterwards given how far it has spread. She will also need a strict diet and a certain amount of exercise per day to get her back to full health. I will give you notes after I finish if you would like." Harry told her. Adalia nodded before reaching out and hugging him tightly.
"Thank you." she whispered to him. Harry just awkwardly patted her back a few times until she let go.
"Right. Well I need to pop back to my lab to get my potion. I will be right back." Harry said as he apparated away with a pop. He appeared in his current little lab where he quickly ruffled through his trunk for a Draught of Living Death or this world's equivalent of it at least. Grabbing the bottle he then popped back to the palace where he saw Adalia looking surprised.
"I don't think I have ever seen a Sorcerer disappear like that before." she said in awe.
"Well I've always been a little...special." Harry said as he moved back next to Calanthe.
"Hello Calanthe. I have found what's wrong with you and am going to put you to sleep with this potion I have so I can start the procedure to heal you. Don't be afraid, I will give you the antidote as soon as I am done." Harry told the girl gently. The girl did her best to scowl.
"I'm not afraid. I fear nothing, not even death." she said bravely in a way only a child could pull off. Harry couldn't help the little laugh that escaped his mouth.
"I bet you aren't little lioness. I bet you aren't."