I was having one of my normal procedures at the hospital when I saw the young boy in glasses get wheeled in.
An irritable looking fat man and his very skinny wife stormed after him. They didn't look concerned, more angry that the boy was taking up their sweet time.
They didn't go into his room where he was being taken care of, they just sat in the waiting room with their over-stuffed son and glowered, making everyone's day worse.
After a while I realized no one was going to the boys room. I wheeled myself in when no one was looking.
The boy's chart said Harry Potter. I pulled myself into the chair by his bed. He looked to be about fifteen or so, and handsome in a nerdy sort of way.
I reached out and noticed there was some sort of dark energy floating around him. It seemed he had been attacked by a creature that fed on spiritual energy.
These doctors couldn't help him! I turned to make sure the door and blinds were shut.
Though weak in body, I have powerful spiritual abilities. If Harry was to ever wake up, I was his only chance.
I placed my hands over his chest, and silver light flowed from them.
Xxx
Harry remembered the awful dementor attack. It had been horrible, and what was worse, now he was in a Muggle hospital.
He realized suddenly that the pain was gone. Even the emotional pain had faded into nothing.
He felt...peaceful, calm, happy.
Harry opened his eyes to see a girl. She was sitting next to him looking fatigued.
The girl had long dark hair, and caramel colored skin, and bright blue eyes—her most striking feature. Those eyes watched him as silver light pooled from her fingers into his chest.
He opened his mouth to question her but nothing came out—he must be more beat up than he thought.
"You're a wizard, right?" The girl said. "My name is Kuri Hikawa. I'm a priestess. That's what female wizards are called in Japan."
She inclined her head in a little bow. "A dementor attacked you." When he looked at her questioningly she continued. "They are the only creatures in Britain that feed on reiki."
She was holding his glasses, cleaning them, and handed them to him. He put them on, and managed to speak.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Helping a comrade in need." Kuri winked.
With that she headed out and he followed her with his eyes. He wondered if he would ever see the foreign priestess again.