Living up to Family
Chapter 3 – Glimpse of Hope
Harry woke up in his bed after hearing the alarm go off this morning. Last night after finding his sister's baby room he had drank himself to a stupor… or at least as close to stupor he could, since wizarding metabolism pretty much meant he could barely ever get past tipsy for more than 5 mins at a time. Though for some reason he still could get hungover, just not as bad as he could probably if he was a muggle.
He hopped into the shower briefly and grabbed his moleskin pouch that Hermione made him after their Harvard graduation. From it he pulled out a 2-piece navy blue suit, brown oxfords and belt and a white dress shirt. He decided to forgo a tie this time around. Harry never really liked to wear a tie, even in his time at Hogwarts. He paired this ensemble with the watch given to him by Mrs. Weasley. As he walked outside he looked around, and he felt a strong pull once again and he knew he was where he needed to be. Digging out the pouch once more, he pulled out his favorite car, a 2005 Porsche Boxster and unshrunk it. It was one of the very few luxury items that he had bought for himself. He decided at this one to also collapse the Fidelus charm on the property. It was secluded enough for him that no one would be able to find him. Thankfully Ron had informed Harry and Hermione years ago, that the USA does not take the Statue of Secrecy as serious as Britain. Magic was hidden in plain sight here and unless that magic is used to hurt or kill anyone the Aurors pretty much ignore it.
Harry got into the drivers seat of his car and it took a very leisurely 20 minutes to get to Seattle Grace, a commute he definitely stomach if he had to arrive the muggle way. As he was walking up, people started noticing him. Probably recognizing him from the papers he had published. "Isn't that Dr. Potter-Black?" said a mousy looking resident. "Isn't he supposed to be in Philly?"
He went up to the coffee cart and got a coffee and strolled his way into the office of the Chief Of Surgery. He knocked on the door "Dr. Webber?"
"Ah yes Dr. Potter-Black, thank you for coming by so quickly! Please take a seat!" said Richard.
Harry and Richard sat down and there was a moment of silence until Harry spoke up. "Well, this is awkward. I guess the job details are going to be practically the same anywhere I go. Do you want me to run Pediatrics or Trauma?"
Richard laughed at how on point Harry was. "I would like to offer you the job of head of Trauma and co-head of Pediatrics with Dr. Arizona Robbins."
Harry was floored already; 2 departments would be his. And he would work with Dr. Robbins, a strong name and even stronger body of work in the Pediatric surgery field. He was impressed. "That sounds like a lot of responsibility."
"You are the countries foremost expert in Pediatrics and Trauma, how could I deny your skills in either. That is the reason why I am splitting up the duties in Pediatrics with you and Dr. Robbins. Now because of your split duties I will suggest you and Dr. Robbins suggest who and when have the final say on any cases in Pediatrics. You could rotate on a weekly or monthly basis or depending on case load."
"It truly sounds like a dream already Chief Webber. Now it seems like you are building something up here, care to let me know what your plans are?"
"Haha, yes of course," responded the Chief. "We are currently a top 5 teaching hospital and have slowly climbed up the ranks over the last few years but we have reached a point where we just cant get over the hump to number 1. With your arrival here it may push us over. I recently hired a new Head of Neurosurgery Dr. Derek Sheppard from New York, a man much like yourself. An innovative thinker, but he lacks the drive you have, to truly push his work to the next level. And then we have Dr. Preston Burke as our head of cardiothoracic surgery. He was shortlisted a few times for the Harper Avery award, but his only real chance was the same year you won yours. Since then he has created a bit of an egotistical god complex, believing that has reached his peak. They both believe that they deserve the chief of surgery job once I retire. However, you are my top candidate as of this moment."
"Wait so you are dangling the chief of surgery job in front of 3 people? Seems a bit crass, no?"
"Not at all, I honestly won't retire for years to come, but for those 2 I need them to get their heads out of their collective assess and reach their true potential. Having you here will threaten their egos enough to where we may see boundless steps of advancement in the field of surgery. If the time comes and the 3 of you are still in pursuit of the job, then we can discuss it then. Who knows, maybe all 3 of you will leave the hospital to pursue other things by then, maybe not."
"I believe I understand sir. You want to make this a pseudo-cold war for those 2 and hope that innovation will come out of a friendly rivalry. Pretty ingenious if I do say so myself. But the question that above all must be asked here… how do you know my parents?"
"I knew it was a bound to come up. Can you please silence the room windlessly?"
Harry was surprised at this point. He didn't expect Chief Webber to know about Magic. But he discreetly silenced the room anyways. "How do you know about us?"
Chief Webber smirked. "I come from a family of Squibs for the most part. On occasion we have a family member that can fully use their magic, but a genetic mutation caused our family mostly to squib out. My great grandfather was the last person to be able to wield magic and I recall him doing the most wonderful things. I work with the MACUSA as an Emissary between No-Maj's and Magical. There are only a few hundred of us in the country. So back when you were one or so, your parents were assigned to me. I was there bridge between the 2 worlds as they transitioned to live here in the states in a hybrid magical/non magical way. That house you found, and I am sure you collapsed the Fidelus on it as I can recall its location now, was found by me. It is a perfect combination of both no-Maj and magical lifestyle that suited your parents."
"Why does it sound like the MACUSA is decades ahead of Britain?"
"Because they truly are at least in the magical community. They actively encourage the use of magic to help others no matter who it is, provided discretion is key. Little miracles here and there. I am also taking a massive step in hiring you as the first magical surgeon at Seattle Grace, in hopes that we get those little miracles here and there, because god damn do we need it."
Harry pondered what Richard was saying, and he went into his memory bank back to the will reading. Was this his chance to do good? To combine both magical and muggle means to save lives would be a massive undertaking. Currently he has been holding back in fear or repercussions.
"I'll accept under 1 condition. You need hire Hermione Granger. While she is not a surgeon she is the foremost expert on Neurobiology and working on a cure for lost memories in the forms memory loss and Alzheimer's. I have bank rolled her research myself the last few years and it's time she gets a real shot with a real institution."
"Done deal" replied Chief Webber. He rose to shake Harry's hand. "Ill have paperwork sent over to you later this afternoon with one of the HR assistants. There is an intern social in a month where they will meet with us attendings and senior staff members. Please be there.
"A pleasure sir, I will be commuting back and forth the next month or so and prepare to get my belongings moved to my new house." Said Harry.
Harry then proceeded to leave the Chiefs Office, maybe this is the reason why he feels the pull towards Seattle. After all the pain he has went thru, all the self-doubt and loathing. This could be place he feels like he belongs. As he walked down the steps, he scans the bustling crowd, and he locks eyes with a beautiful blonde woman. Grey eyes meet Emerald, and he could feel the pulse of destiny. In his mind he sees moments of love, passion, and hope. He looked way for a split second to see those grey eyes gone from his sight. He has never felt like this, not even close to what he had back with Ginny. Harry looks up into the sky and prays that this is where he needs to be.