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The young doctor Potter was busy working in his lab in the basement of his home in Essex when his phone rang.

"Pick up," he said, activating the voice command on the phone he made for himself.

"Hello, I have good newy for you, sir," he heard a voice say from the phone. It was the voice of one of his lawyers.

"Ross?" Harry asked, placing a slab of steel on a smithing machine that started shape it into a cylindrical shape.

The noice the smithing machine made echoed around the engineering lab not unlike what someone might hear in a welder's place. The machine did a parfect work bending and shaping the steel and when it was done the manchine went off automatically and the noise died down. Now this would have been the point Harry would put on his Potter Fibre gloves so he could remove the hot steel cylinder from the fire, but a seven feet robot stepped out from behind him and did the work for him.

"Is this a busy time for you?" His good lawyer asked.

"I'm busy but my ears aren't. You can tell me what this good news you are calling me for is all about," Harry assured as he moved over to a side of the lab where two robots carefully assembled another robot like them.

"If this is a good time for you then you'll be happy to know that we've hit a jackpot, sir," Everett Ross announced and Harry could hear the joy in his voice.

"This jackpot sound like surprise," Harry noted aloud as he carefully watched the robots make a robot. "I don't always like surprises."

"Trust me, you are going to love this one," Ross stated, joyfully. "You remember it was Janice you told to make the deal, sir. Janice did not inform us that it that it was Lord Figg's entire estate she bargained for and not just his street."

"Why will Janice do that, what if they refuse our offer?" Harry inquired, quite shocked. He knew that Miss Lincoln was rebellious and very impulsive but he didn't think she'd do something like this.

"The opposite happened, sir. The entire real estate of the Figg family will be yours if you can provide a real cure for Lord Figg's illness."

"Don't forget the one million extra payment, Ross." He paused to go over this new information. It was a good deal but Janice should still have informed him about it before going with it. "I agree with it. And I'm happy with this surprise. This does not mean that Janice isn't in trouble. I hope you don't follow in her footsteps."

"I would never think to do such, sir," Ross tried to reassure his employer. "I was even going to suggest you have some words with her for her insubordination."

"Oh, I'll be having some serious words with her." Harry walked away from where the robot was being put together. He entered another lab that was filled with top grade futuristic computers, both hardlight holographic ones and the normal flat screen. "I need you to do something for me, Ross. I want you to monitor this deal and make sure I get it. I'm aware that our chances of success relies on the cure but I don't see it as a problem, pressure is an old friend. You keep things going smoothly on your side and I'll come to London tomorrow with the cure."

"I can do that, sir," Ross claimed. "I will be seeing you in London tomorrow, then?"

"You will definitely be seeing me." Harry brought to the screen the codes needed for this new robots programme and software development. The noise from the other lab restarted again as another fabricating machine was turned on.

"Can I ask what's happening there, sir?" Everett inquired.

"You want to know if you can ask? Well, I should tell you that you can. Yes, you can," Harry replied with a grin.

He enjoyed the silence, the pause. Ross was still not used to his boss's unique character but he was a man that could adapt very well after the work he did in the US.

"Well, what's happening?" He finally asked after getting over Harry's weird manner of speaking.

"You know I hate substandard goods. I turned my limousine to an AV, bought two old and expired jets that I plan to turn into gliders. And well, you have been to this mansion in Essex. Do you know that I won it in a bet. Well, I turned it around." He stopped when he realised he was not really answering the question just stating what he like to do. "The street we were going to buy had tasteless buildings so I built ten robots that will assist me in building hundreds of robot to renovate and remodel the entire street. I'll have to step up production now that it seems it might be a full estate and not a street. Wow, a full estate to make into a mini town that I'll build as I see fit, in my own image."

"I trust you to know what you are doing building robots, sir, so all I'll say is see you tomorrow," Ross said then hung up.

Harry shrugged. Maybe Everett had something against robots in general but he had nothing to worry about Harry's work bots. They are just mechanical builders that will be working off their butts.

Harry laughed at the bad pun and went on with his work. It was time for him to work his butt off. And time for him to probably stop thinking about butts. Yes, there again... butt.

He sighed and sat his butt down to get to work on improving the software package for the robots.

~Break~

"Dr. Potter, Miss Belladonna. I'll like you to meet Dr. Andromeda Tonks. She's Lord Figg's private doctor and will be overseeing his treatment with you," Everett introduced.

"My my, what did god owe you?" Harry asked as he took the woman's hand and left a gentle kiss on it.

"Owe me?" Mrs Tonks asked, carefully.

Harry nodded his head, shaking it up and down seriously. "What did he owe you that he paid you with so much beauty to match your wondrous name."

"Oh, aren't you a cutie," Mrs Tonks said with a bright smile. "I assure you, though, that God owed me nothing."

"Then what charms are you using," Harry asked and she blinked. Her smile dimmed a little.

Did you see that, Harry said aloud in his head.

Yes I did, Yelena replied into the telepathic link Harry allowed her to connect to his mind. He had to remove his mental implants and tweak it a bit so that she will be able to set the link up and still not be able to get anything except what he transmit out to her mentally from behind his mental defences.

Harry was glad he did his research. When he first heard the the name Figg, he remembered the Dursleys strange neighbour with the magical cats. From Voldemort's memories, he knew that the Figgs were an old Wizarding family that were cursed to lose their magic in the fourteenth century. Sirius was the one who provided him with the needed information about the Figgs. Arabella Figg, the woman with the weird cats, is the widow of a child of a third cousin of the Lord Figg Harry was here to treat. She was a member of Dumbledore's club of flaming fowls. Unsurprisingly, she had been placed near the Dursleys to mind him and spy on him.

The Figgs might have lost their magic but still retained a certain amount of influence in Wizarding affairs simply because Saint Mungo's was built upon their land. When they lost their magic they started focusing on the muggle side of their lordship. They are not very influential in Britain but are the most influential on the muggle side amongst all the other Wizarding noble houses. Some magical houses have even, over the years since the enactment of the Statute, lost their titles and properties in the muggle world.

Knowing all this it did not come at all as a surprise to see one of St Mungo's best here treating the old lord. It was also not surprising that her magical methods were not working on him. Magical potions only worked to an extent on people without magic. In this case she could only delay the inevitable. Spells worked on people without magic but the healing spells that exist were only powerful enough for just common injuries and sicknesses.

Yelena exchanged a nod with Tonks. The magical healer just smiled at Harry and didn't give him an answer. "I heard that you have a cure for, Lord Figg's ailment," she questioned.

You can take them out of their world but you can never take away their primitive ways. Who still says ailment. What will I be hearing next maladies?

Yelena didn't reply him and he almost turned back to give her a pout when he remembered that he was in a public place.

"I indeed have a serum that will stop the proliferation happening to his cells and return them to just being normal cells, if that's what you mean," Harry answered.

"That is more than any anything I could come up with. It will do if it's as potent as you've made us believe," she told him.

Ross spoke before Harry could ask whether she was doubting the credibility of his work. He was amazed she even understood what he was talking about. It seemed she took her work seriously and must have done some cancerological research. He'd at least respect her for that.

"Why don't you both get to work. Mrs Figg is waiting patiently for her husband to get well. As are we all," Ross suggested, reasonably.

Harry opened the door to the room where the treatment will be done and waved Andromeda in. She stepped into the room and he stepped in after her. Yelena came in last holding a very large suitcase. She placed the suitcase on a table in the room and left.

The room was alright to Harry. Not as high tech as he'd have wanted if it was his own med bay, but it had the tools needed for this treatment. Even if it didn't, Harry came prepared.

Lord Figg laid on the bed, sedated and resting. Computers were around monitoring his vitals twenty four seven. Harry was glad the man had been well enough to sign the deal before his illness worsened. It might sound selfish of him but he was just being honest.

"Did you sedate his mind and his body?" Harry asked Tonks. When she looked to him to clarification, he clarified,"is his body and mind under any form of medical stasis."

"His mug... His doctor, another one, not me obviously, gave him something that put him to sleep," Tonks answered confused.

Harry sighed knowing he won't be getting the needed answers from the magical healer. He'd have preferred to work with Figg's real doctor but his wife had insisted on Andromeda working with him. She probably wanted to use Harry to show Andromeda that muggles had some things they were superior to magicals in.

Harry went to the suitcase and opened it. He took out a portable computer that was as small as notebook. He connected it to the medbay's computer so he could access the data. "His mind is in natural sleep. He was asleep when his doctor injected the sedative into his body. We need him unconscious for his treatment so that his body will be able to assist the healing without any sliver of his consciousness overriding his body's basic functions."

"Can you put his mind to sleep?" Mrs Tonks verified.

"I can, but it's not time for that yet. First we should do a small test to see if the cure still works and hasn't been tempered with." He smiled when he saw the look she was giving him. "You call it paranoia, I call it act of survival."

From another level in the large case he brought out a large glass case that held a dying rabbit in it. He placed the glass case on a tabletop and reached into the case to retrieve a pair of medical gloves. He put them on and brought out the bottle that held the serum. He taped the top of the glass scale and a holographic display came on. He turn around when he heard a gasp. Andromeda stood behind him looking at the hologram in shock.

"There are scanners underneath the case that are monitoring the health of the rabbit. The scanners send real time info to the hologram to guide me. It's high tech, I know. " Harry knew that she was surprised that the normal world had this type of thing. He didn't bother with thinking about that for long. He had work to do. He took out a syringe from the case and used it to withdrew a half full amount of the serum from the bottle.

He carefully placed the bottle back into the case. The glass case that contained the rabbit with cancer opened up at a voice command and Harry grabbed the rabbit quickly before it could move and injected it with the serum. He placed the rabbit back into the case and started studying the real time info provided by the scanners. It took some minutes before the cure started working. The cancer cells were changed to protein and iron and the proliferation was stopped. Slowly everything reversed.

In an hour the rabbit would be cured but Harry could not wait for that. He cleared his schedule today but he still had other things to do.

He peeled off his gloves and dumped them into a bottom compartment of the glass case with the used syringe. Another voice command and everything inside the case was incinerated. From his peripheral vision he saw the magical healer move away from him. The glass was not destroyed when the fire disappeared but only ashes remained of everything that had been inside the glass. Harry actived the trash system of the glass and a mini vacuum suck in all the ash and dirt in it. A tiny canister shot out of the inner bottom of the glass case and fumigated the glass, another one washed it clean, used heat to vaporize the water then it released a sanitising gas into the case.

When this was all done. Harry rechecked the hologram to see if there anything went wrong with the now deceased rabbit because Harry gave it the cure when it was fully awake and functioning. He saw that it increased the time for the cure to start working but other than that there was no other effect.

Harry took out a facemask from inside his suit case and put it on. He gave another to Tonks and she reluctantly wore it. He picked a spray can from his suit case and walked to the bed his patient was with it. "What will be coming out of this spray can is something if turned into gas could put this entire city to sleep so I'd like you to step back because unlike me you don't have anything inside you that will counter this."

Mrs Tonks stepped back and Harry removed the patient's oxygen mask then he sprayed the content of what he held directly into his nose before fixing the mask back. This was something that was not created by him. It was a registered medical chemical created by OsCorp in the US. It could put someone's mind out of the picture for an hour if given in tiny amounts, that was why Harry had it in a spray can.

After the chemical began its work the computers beeped to notify him of the new changes in Lord Figg. His entire body was now unresponsive. He placed the spray back inside the suit case and brought out a new pair of gloves, a new syringe and the bottle that contained the serum. He put on the gloves and used the syringe to extract a syringe-ful of the serum.

Harry injected it into his patient from the arm then he took a piece of cotton wool from the cupboard of medical supplies in the med bay and gave it to Andromeda Tonks. "Hold it to his injury till it clots then clean the arm and wear him a clean bandage," he told her.

Once again he dumped everything into the lower compartment of the case, his used nose mask, gloves and syringe. He made the glass case go through the incineration, cleaning and sanitising process again then placed the now clean glass case inside the suit case.

When he just entered the building he'd asked for a place to wash his hands the butler showed him the place to do it but informed him that the medbay had a bathroom of its own if he needed it later. Now Harry entered the bathroom fetched from the hand sanitizer then washed his hands thoroughly in the washbasin. He used some paper towels to clean his hands when he was done and flushed them down the toilet. He came out to see that the patient's arm had been bandaged and his assistant was throwing the used cotton wool into a trash can. She kept her nose mask on though. Harry wondered why for just a bit before throwing it aside as something not to concern himself with. There was no way the nose mask could be used against him, magically.

He picked up his mini computer that he connected to the slower computers in this room. From what he could make out of the new reports the computer was providing, Mister Figg will be cured in the next twenty minutes.

He heard his assistant exclaim and turn to see her holding something that looked exactly like his mini computer. The only difference was that his was black and hers was red. If she had been holding a normal tablet computer Harry would have only just been amazed to see a tech that was not created by him not blow in a magical's hands but two things made this strange. First, his mini computers were his creations and were not in the market so Andromeda Tonks couldn't have picked it up in the nearest electronics store, second why she was waving a computer in patterns around the patient.

It was obviously a glamoured wand. Harry was glad to see that logic could still beat magic. He pretended like he didn't know what was going on, and that seeing a mini computer with a camera that had a telescopic feature and was capable of storing zettabytes of data in an ordinary doctor's hand was the most normal things in the world. "What is it, doctor," he asked her gently, in a normal tone of voice.

"He is becoming healthier," she stated.

Harry hummed softly. "His infected cells are changing into protein and iron so yes he will be quite healthy and strong when the serum fulfill its task in about twenty minutes."

Harry packed up his suitcase and for the next twenty he used his computer to monitor the patient's health do some work on bringing to life his shrinking device. He knew that he should have gone out during that time to inform Mrs Figg and the others on the situation. He didn't simply because he was not a professional medical doctor and did not want to pretend to be one.

Twenty minutes completed and Harry checked to see if his patient was healed. He was and was already on his way to recovery.

"Well, that's it," he said to Andromeda and stepped out of the room.

Mrs Figg who hadn't been there when he arrived earlier but had given the order for them to proceed, was here now with her daughter. Ross was sitting beside them and Yelena was sipping some tea nearby. Mrs Figg was on her feet before the door was even fully opened. "Is my husband alright, Dr. Potter?" Mrs Figg asked.

Harry felt like he was in a badly scripted movie but went along with things because this poor woman needed answers. "Your husband has been cured and is now on his way to recovery, Ma'am."

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed and then there were hugs and tears. Harry made sure to stay far away from the drama. Mother hugged daughter, daughter hugged mother. Mother cried, daughter cried. Lawyer smiled, bodyguard looked on in indifference. Harry shied away and then mother hugged Harry. "Thank you, thank you. The magical world might not appreciate how much of a help you are to this world if they know you are alive, but the muggle world appreciates it so much. I can't state how greatful I am. Just know that if you ever need anything my doors will remain open for you."

Harry's face at first grew stormy. He hated body contact. He raised his hand about to attack when Yelena yelled into his mind.

Relax, Lehrling. Are you seriously going to attack an old woman for hugging you. Cool down and get rid of the fear of body contact. It's a weakness. Yelena's voice was soothing and harsh at the same time in his head.

Harry tapped Mrs Figg on the back twice, awkwardly, with his raised hand. He was glad to see that neither Ross or Figg's daughter noticed everything. He gave Yelena a nod and pulled out of the hug. He cleared his throat twice. "Thank you for your heartwarming words, Mrs Figg. I believe the deal is done now?"

Harry already paid the one million into their account before he came here so he was hoping that him curing the man will finally seal the deal.

"It is done, my dear boy, it is done," she assured with a bright smile on her face. "I will have my lawyers contact yours so that the documents can be transferred to your name."

"Good," Harry replied. "In thirty minutes your husband should wake up. The sedatives I and his doctor would have run their course by then. So without further ado, I must leave you."

"I understand that you are a very busy person but can't you stay. We might host a party when he wakes up," Miss Figg asked.

Harry gave her a tight smile. "I'm afraid not. I won't be caught dead in any wizarding socialising event. Which I'm sure this party is going to be due to your influence in that world." He calmed down a bit. He was still a bit ruffled because of the body contact earlier. "I need to get going and I hope that the next time we meet it will be in a good circumstance."

Yelena went into the medbay to retrieve his suitcase and Ross set the date he will meet with Figg's lawyer. Yelena came back and Harry shook hands with the Figgs then he began making his way out of their mansion.

"Tell Mrs Tonks that she'd have to do more to fool me than using glamours and reading up about cancer," Harry informed the Figgs as their butler showed them off.

He smiled when they laughed and continued on his way. Another phase was done. Yelena gave him a look and he knew that she was thinking the same thing. It was time now to start building.