Cyborg
There was an unconscious man with a missing arm on his doorstep. Harry glanced over his shoulder out of habit before remembering he was by himself. Hermoine and Ron were out on a “practice” race which was basically them racing through the streets on hover boards or bikes. It was just him and the unconscious man. He couldn’t leave him out here, but he didn’t know too much about the robotics to replace the arm, but he had the basics of healing down and patching up injuries that his friends had a tendency to pick up from their racing/mechanic career.
He whistled for their robotic house helper Hermoine had built from scratch. Nana rounded the corner and picked up the unconscious man without prompting. “Let’s take him downstairs.”
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Hermoine stared down at the unconscious man laid out on the table. Her goggles were pushed up onto her bushy hair, and she still had smudges on her face. “You want me to fix him.”
Harry nodded. “Just build him an arm. I think I can handle the rest.”
“That’s not what I do. I fix hover cars.”
“Or tricks mine out for the races, mate,” Ron added with a supportive nod.
Harry just gestured at Nana, and Hermoine turned bright red and huffed. “Well that’s very different from something that interacts with the human nervous system, and I had instructions.”
“I’m sure there’s instruction on how to build a cybernetic arm,” Harry told her with a polite knowing smile.
She huffed again, but this time, she pushed her goggles down a sure sign that she was ready to start working or at least planning the design for her next project.
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“He still hasn’t woken up, Harry. It’s been a couple days,” Hermoine warned Harry, as she pushed her goggles up her forehead from where she’d been working on the cybernetic arm. Ron was leaning on the table beside her, shoving a sandwich in his face.
Harry sighed. “I know. I talked to Ms. Pompfrey about it. She says we’ll have to put him on a system to give him the nutrients he needs and hope he wakes up.”
“Yeah, but mate, what are we going to do if he doesn’t wake up?” Ron asked, looking at him with concern as he briefly set his sandwich down.
“He’ll wake up,” Harry told him stubbornly setting his jaw in that way. “He will.”
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He did wake up when Hermoine and Ron were making out in the corner in celebration for Hermoine completing the arm. The man blinked looking around. A sense of pride filled Harry at those eyes moving. “I found you on the steps. Hermoine made you a new arm. You’ve been out for almost a week. What’s your name?”
The man stared at Harry suspiciously before hesitantly answering: “Severus Snape.”