The war is upon them, and it will bring hellfire as soon as it cascades like a house of cards. Emily and Harry are faced with their own decisions, choices will be made for the betterment of the Wizarding World. Will the twins be ready for the conseq...
Thomas looked up from his chart, his eyes looking fixedly at Emily. "Pardon?" The pair were alone in her room, the Healer had just finished on his daily check-up on the girl when she suddenly spoke and broke the silence.
"You were there... In the dark – "
"Alright!" He said, lifting both hands in the air to admit defeat. "I confess to binge eating for a few nights, Molly made fresh fudge almost every day. Staying on a diet is far more difficult than I had initially thought."
Emily frowned, shaking her head. She begrudgingly rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a circular crystal flask, the sunlight caught through it and made it glimmer with every little movement. She unscrewed the cap and turned it upside down, "I know what you did, Thomas."
At the sight of the empty flask, the Healer's heart sank along with his shoulders. She placed the container on his palm, her docile eyes looking at Thomas. It had frightened the grown man to see her in such a calm state, he was convinced that a row was upon them.
He clasped his hands together as he spoke. "Dumbledore died, and you reacted quite horrifically. He was the most powerful and daunting wizard in his time, who knows what domino effect showered on you - whatever it was, it rendered you braindead."
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"That is not true." Emily contradicted.
"You showed no signs of ever waking up. It was for the better, you've stopped having those premonitions or screaming fits, haven't you?" Thomas reasoned. "If you're going to live your life, why can't I help you make it a whole one?"
"You are not God to decide that – "
"Fuck God! He's plunged us to chaos, hundreds of people are already dead, and the war hasn't even begun yet. And what about the Muggle world? Look at them, going through war after bloody war – No, I'm not God to decide what happens to you, but I had a chance to heal you and I fucking took it! If you live, then the entire population of wizards and witches – maybe even muggles, retain the chance that they have of living through this wretched time. If you're as stubborn as you are to decline medical assistance for yourself, then perceive it as something for the masses. This war is bigger than you, Emily, and I intend to save as many lives as I humanly can, mind you."
Emily remained in her composure, her eyes maintaining contact with Thomas. She felt his anger, it was probably the second angriest he has ever been in his life. She knew this because he was holding back, of all people, Emily knew what it looked like to hold something back from the surface. "I told you that there were other people that needed that cordial more than me – "
"You are far more important – "
"There are still patients that have similar cases to Catherine – "
"Catherine is dead."
"But people who are sick like her are still holding their lives by the thread!" Emily exclaimed, "I could have woken up in time, but now we'll never know, will we?"
