The time I met lesbian war nurses
Hæisêa (Hay-e-sea) meaning “friend of the stars,” “For the stars,” or “river child.”
“The stars and moon will always be thought of with each other. if you were to see a moon, stars won’t be close behind.”
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“The moon only glows when kissed by the sun.”
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A quiet child isn’t memorable.
That’s what Harry told himself, strapping aiko onto his chest. She was still asleep-luckily,she was quite a sleepy child,though she had been screaming bloody murder at him the first month. It was a horrible experience,especially with the art exam starting…he still needed to finish that,it was due in 9 months..
At least he had the music one finished.
Anyhow,Harry had gotten out the door within minutes,no doubt because of the crushed up lavender in the soup he gave them that night.It was a perfect remedy to put someone to sleep for 10 hours.
Car,car..where was their car? There!
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5 hours later,Harry and Aiko were in the car,3 hours away from that house. He definitely didn’t take 4 hours to hijack the cat,no sir.
“Let’s put some music on,yeah?ooo! The weird sisters.love them.” Harry said,smiling,even though the small 4 month old couldn’t speak. “Will the cd even work?it’s magical,not muggle. Oh,who cares,I might work,that’s a risk I’m willing to take. Worked for the cd player.”
Pausing to look for a place to park at the petrol station,he peered into the rear view mirror,seeing Aiko was soundly asleep. That was good.
He gently picked her up and placed the wraps around her,securing her onto him,and went to the gas pump.
“15 bucks. Alright,he could work with that. There was only an hour left of the journey. Then he could have a home cooked meal and feed the animals, feed Aiko…
They would be safe.
Turned out,it had cost £10 to fill the tank. And £5 to get the baby's milk, for 3 days, so he went hungry.
Oh well.
£5 for babies milk is quite cheap. Especially for 3 days.
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Finally,Harry and aiko had arrived. Harry was Attempting to pick a lock at greenwood greenhouse, which- remarkably-Was built entirely out of oak wood and reused plastic.
It was extremely hard to do so, at least for him-his face was dripping with blood, a black eye, his half torn glasses which was barely hanging on to his face and his child hanging off his side.Honestly, it was a miracle he had even made it this far.
He had to deal with a lost monster a few minutes ago,very sad. Very dangerous for him.
Anyhow,Aiko burbled the name “izuku,” giggling.
(How did she know that name? But that was her 2nd word!!! Yeah!!!woo!)
“I wi—sh he could be here too.” Hæisêa Hay-e-sea- Harry Potter) said, not particularly paying attention.
gods knew how cold he would be in Doggersland- all he was wearing was a baggy shirt with stains, and large, Flowy sleeves. On the bottom, he wore denim shorts.
Safe to say, his outfit wasn’t fit for the harsh coldness of his homeland. At least aikos was.-
Click!
The door unlocked, a satisfying click, into the wild Greenhouse.
“ġetwisan swutelunga|swutelunge, cumap of ealdracwēna, æt alibbend ealdgestréon. ġeanst mec æt bīsæċ sé ealdgestréon cyppu.[1]” he Muttered under his breath.
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Translation:
“come forth, island of old,to an ancient blood. Allow me to see the ancient land.”
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Sweet music filled the air, an unforgettable hymn lost long ago, only known to followers of the Arianrhod[2].
And slowly, the door of the silver haired woman opened.
He jumped in.
After a few minutes of falling through an Alice and Wonderland- like tunnel (he heard someone call it that once, he hadn’t seen the movie),Lush snow covered grass consumed his bare feet, giving him comfort. The moon was out in her Full glory, a spectacle that most muggles would pay to see. The only man made structure was the dirt paths and the ancient well Harry and aiko should’ve arrived in.
He remembers seeing this all for the first time- All of the pure,untouched beauty of the wilderness had made him stare for minutes, just taking it all in.
The trees dancing in the snow storm are all different colours- red, blue, purple,and orange,the overgrown grass filled to the brim with flowers and snow ,and the dirt paths showing a tale of Ancient age,Never falling out of favour.
That was his first time, and this was his seventieth time. There was a clear difference between the time periods- the first was when he was eleven, on a school trip to some muggle museum he doesn’t remember the name of, and this time he was chasing what seemed to be a dream, a mere image of myrddin’s imagination.
But, then again, he was real wasn’t he? He was a god. An immortal, and he couldn’t deny it. He felt it in his bones, his magic filled blood. Why would they be so cruel as to make up a camp for Greek demigods, a place he would be accepted? That wasn’t him.
That wasn’t his only friend.
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Alright, the forest was getting repetitive now. Apart from the fact it kept getting colder,darker, and the Whole snow storm situation, it was really boring. Who new having to walk for 15 hours could be boring? Though it felt as if it was 5 hours. Aiko had been sound asleep, so he had no one to talk to.
Something was whacking against a tree in the distance- it looked like a piece of black parchment, though it probably wasn’t.
Walking over there slowly(he couldn’t feel His fingers and feet- well he could,but it wasn’t heat, just an ice cold feeling.so it didn’t count.), the floor seemed to get gowey[3] er with every step, his bare feet becoming oily.….ew…Just…disgusting.
Anyway.
Approaching the piece of parchment, Harry noticed that it wasn’t a sheet of any type of paper at all- rather a sheet of tea with the words “missing, dead or alive- Joanna James, muggleborn-19, missing since 15th of December last year.” Printed on it. “Joanna” was scribbled out, with the words “regulus, you bitch,”written.
Hm. Looks like the government doesn’t respect people’s name changes but that isn-
Before he was able to continue his line of thought, he was thrown back with a thick red light covering him, pain exploding in his lower half of his body, and a sudden sensation of relief.
Stars, black splotches,and what seemed to be tv static filled his vision,and, even though his ears were ringing immensely, a faint “get her to the back, capeesh?” Could be heard, before Hæisêa’s vision turned completely black.
Slowly,ever so slightly forced because of the “something- is-missing feeling” he felt, Harry Potter opened his eyes.
It seemed Harry was in one of those fake hospitals that had popped up at the end of his 5th year. Hm…
…oh well. At Least they (probably) support him in the rebellion?
“Oh hey, You’re awake! Lemme grab the war nurse,” a strange voice called with fake happiness.
Crap. He needed to get out of this wooden box of a hospital (there was no floor,for goodness sake!) fast. So he could go straight home, obviously! not because of any other reasons, like wanting to grab that poster and see if there was any more like it to piece together a timeline, no of course not. That would be dumb.
As soon as (he is assuming this,but still) the nurse left the room, aiko faded into view, tears flowing down his face.
“Are you ok? The last thing I saw was a bright red light and- you laying on the ground, I thought you were dead!” harry said snot nosed. “You don’t look alright,aiko.”Harry mumbled, eyes flicking to the fuzzy shape of a door every few seconds,not Darwin’s to keep his eyes off aiko,as if she would disappear. That was because HER EYES WERE MISSING. SHE COULDN'T SEE IN HER EYES.
A line and half her face was red,flayed.burnt off.
Harry prayed to myrddin,hoping for help to escape this place and heal aiko.
“Nope. You and aiko need proper healing, Harry, and I’m not gonna help you focus on anything else.” He answered.
Fuck you, myrddin. You’re supposed to be on my side.
after an awkward silence, the door finally opened, to reveal… what he assumed was the nurse! I mean, it was the fuzzy outline of a woman in a large orange skirt and a white blouse, so…
“Good grief, I should have gotten here sooner! Who the hell’s that baby, sitting at the edge of her bed!” The now confirmed war nurse shouted.
I turned a paler white and green colour, turning his head towards the duo.
“..she’s my-a boy’s- child, missus.thought you would know that,stupid-she’s been here with me.” hæisêa said, shouting the words my child.
The couple’s mouths had opened, and he could hear a faint “rude Girl.” Coming from one of their mouths.
Before he could stop himself, he muttered, “ I’m a man,jeez Louise .”
Was it so hard to see him as a man? So what if he still looked feminine and enjoyed feminine clothes,he still was a man.
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“Ok. So! So you have any idea what happened?” The younger nurse quipped, turning to face him.
“You don’t have to answer that,” Louise (Harry needed to ask for names, Merlin) then spun around to the happy one. “ It was a recent traumatic event, aribella. I love you, but we’ve got to respect that. Especially if they’re civilians.” So the younger one's name was aribella! A name, finally!
Wait, did she just call him a normal human being?
Yay!
He answered the question anyway, responding with, “all I can remember is th-th-th-there was .. uh.. I think red? Light and th-th-that th-th-there was smoke,” he paused for a second before continuing, “ wh-where are my glasses? Everything’s so blurry. And what happened to aiko?!” He demanded.
“They were broken beyond repair. We couldn’t find all the pieces, so my partner forced me to give you one of my old glasses. Here, I’ll put them on you.” She said, stopping immediately when Harry attempted to lift his hands to get the glasses. “Don’t do that. Don’t you even attempt to move your hands while you are healing.”
She then carefully placed the glasses on top of his nose, sliding them on so gently he thought they might break with one breath. “They change to your needed prescription. Whilst I get my equipment from the table, my partner here-aribella- will explain the injuries you and aiko have suffered.” She spun around, walking fast.
“Alright! Sorry about my wife Izzy,” aribella clapped her hands and pointed at him not allowing Harry to speak (so the elder was called Izzy! Strange name for a magi, but he couldn’t judge), “ she’s just really passionate about how we care for patients here. So, you walked into a grenade. Don’t worry! It was only one of the small test ones, you’re ok! Well mostly. I’m not really big on theories but, I believe the place you walked in on was a trap. There was a missing person sign and a bunch of black gowey stuff in the middle of a forest, I would’ve been curious too! Anyway- it exploded by your lower half.
Your left side of your forehead’s skin was blown off, leaving the muscle- don’t panic, most of these injuries are healed, just that you need to do some stuff to keep infection and prevent any further damage and prevent you from feeling the pain- visible. The lower half of your mouth has been blown off completely, only leaving the skeleton. It’ll make it so it’s harder to speak. Some parts are also the same as what I’ve said before, mostly on your neck and left arm. Oh! Also some of your ribs are showing and a bunch of muscle is exposed. Your arm is just muscle, with your left leg being damaged beyond repair. We had to do emergency surgery on it. We Cut it off. The other one was already gone.
Aiko’s eyes and half her face was flayed off,as you can tell. She’ll most likely never speak, though it was a miracle she didn’t die!
All in all, you’ll be out of the hospital in like three weeks! You both can never be fully healed, so we’ll send you products and stuff to help keep you and your lovely child safe. Here, I’ve got a gift for medical reasons for you..”
Understandably, Harry was freaking out.
so to list the things that he had learned within the span of a minute;
- they apparently had walked on a Test mini (magical) granade
- Aiko was injured,possibly only able to speak “izuku,” and “pére,” for the rest of her life.
- Pecies of his fucking skeleton were visible
- His legs were ripped off
So, all in all, it was a very eventful day! Or week.or month.
His legs got fucking ripped off.
Very eventful.
Oh dear.
“Er..H-hey....h-how long…um..H-ha-has it been since you picked us up ma’am?” Harry says, wincing at his stuttering. It was embarrassing.
“It’s beennn- 3 days-now can I-” aribella quips, bobbing her blond pigtails.
“CELA FAIT COMBIEN DE TEMPS ? J'AI DORMI PENDANT COMBIEN DE TEMPS ?"” Hæisêa shrieked,barely noticing the burning of his face from moving it to much.
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Translation:
“It’s been how many? I’ve been asleep for how much?”
(It’s French)
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“I don’t understand what you are saying, but I’m assuming it’s just out of sheer shock of something good I hope?” Izzy said, a frown present on her face. she side eyed aribella, saying, “Right, aribella?”
“Uh-yes Izzy!” She said, her voice was shaking a bit, a heavy blush on her face.
The elder spun around to face Harry again, and thrusted three potion bottles into his hands. “Before you take these, drink this. It’s a potion that I’ll make your vital parts work better. Your hands are a part of those,if it wasn’t clear.”
She poured milk down Aiko's throat,dabbing a pink mixture onto her face.
“Anyway! Here’s your gift!” It was a green, soft half mask that would reach his Shoulders. He loved it immediately. There was also a wheelchair,which was on the off to the side of the bed. That was unimportant.
Izzy forced a purple liquid down his throat, a disgusting feeling of swallowing dirt and tree bark overwhelming Harry’s mouth. I wonder if potions always taste bad to distinguish them from other liquids that look similar. Eh. Probably so children don’t take them. Magi were like that sometimes. Always attempting to make magi-lets “stronger.” Even if it wouldn’t work and only traumatise them.
As soon as the potion fell down his throat, a sense of relief flooded Harry’s body- it felt as if pain was leaving his body like a spirit left the person they possessed.
Through force.
“It should be working…” At the end of her sentence, she hesitated, as if unsure what to say. Suddenly, aribella jumped in-“What’s your name? We never recalled it.” She raved[5].“It’s..er..”crap. He couldn’t say Harry or Hæisêa evans-potter- they were too well known! The only name he could use is…“he-hebe evans.” He flinched, Not being used to it- they could be around any corner if the nurses didn’t have wards,crap.
Izzy leaned into his face, dabbing a potion-soaked piece of cloth on his scarred-muscle,but Harry barely noticed, too overwhelmed with his own thoughts.
“Oooo! That’s a..different name.” The younger magi said unknowingly, putting hebe against her as long as he lived.
forced out of his overthinking, Harry replied: “My parents were non believers . They wouldn’t have known about the rule for names.” Frustratedly. He was panicking, you can’t interrupt me,you old hag.
What Harry didn’t realize in his hating mess, was that his daughter of all people, who hadn't been known to them, hadn’t been mentioned since then. Why?
Who knows.
Anyway,back to the present.
“Here you go. It’s lunch, if you couldn’t tell. Leek and cheese soup.” She side eyed him (what’s with that? He didn’t do anything wrong as far as he could tell.) and made it float a few centimetres above the stained blanket.
“thanks. I guess you don’t have any spoons? I Could use one.” Hæisêa grumbled.
“Nope!” Aribella (from now on he would call her
The strange happy one. She was weirder than him, and just gave off someone who was trying to be a kid so badly in order to gain some attention…for some reason.) chirped, skipping away whilst dragging a flustered Izzy.
1,2,3,4,5… and on he went, waiting for them to be far away from the door. Then, after about five minutes He poured the leek and cheese soup underneath the bed, ignoring the pain with all the bones not visible in his body and with the might of a griffin.
Sweating, Harry put the bowl back onto the stained blanket, it magically floating again. strange. Maybe the blanket was enchanted.. Who knows! Certainly not He.
“Oh Izzy~” someone (presumably the strange happy one) moaned. It could be heard from the wooden planks the fake hospital had for walls- it was temporary, don’t they know every body could probably hear them- obviously doing something ~illegal~ not that he cared that they were both women, just the ludicrous thing they were doing.
Ew.
Wait, did he just use the word ludicrous?
You know what,that doesn’t matter. The only thing that could stop him from hearing (not thinking sadly,) the sound of intercourse would be through going under the covers,and covering his ears with the rat-bitten pillow.
So that’s what he did.
For the rest of the afternoon.
It seemed, after they stopped they had fallen asleep.finally!
Even if myrddin wouldn’t help him, they will just fucking leave!
As he peered over the edge of the blanket, the myrddin himself appeared, glancing down at him with a frown prancing on his face. That doesn’t fit on his face- it looked out of place.
“Do.not.leave.I want you Two to actually HEAL!” He yelled.The myrddin raised his arms and placed them on his hips, floating above the bed with his eyes glowing. “Capeesh? I’m not mad at you,well, I am, but just because I want you to allow yourself to heal,alright?” The child glanced at Harry, wincing, eyes not glowing any more. That was better.
“Fine. Only if it makes you happier.”
“Now, since I don’t think they’re going to get you some dinner, I got you some. Especially since you didn’t eat lunch, Harry!”
he handed over a plate of lighter toad in the hole with gravy spread on top, with treacle tart off to the side,separated.
“I forced a servant to make it. I hope it’s good.” He hovered protectively, far from Harry as he normally did.
Harry started eating a little bit immediately.
I mean, it did taste quite good- better than Mrs Weasley, and that was saying something. When he had finished eating (only a quarter was left, which was saying something.) the plates popped away to who knows where.
The myrddins had left, leaving a tingling feeling on his shoulders.
Oh no.
He was left alone.again.Harry’s mind raced, tears pouring down his face, until an hour later he passed out.