The Only Ones Who Know

The portkey was wrapped in a damp handkerchief so he tucked it into his pocket. There was only one healer he trusted. Only one healer he wanted to see.

Deep breaths in and out helped center him. He focused on his magical core, willing it to do one last thing for him. Willing all of his magic to gather. Rest later, he promised, and turned on his heel. Picturing a narrow street and a dusty pub. Not caring if he splinched during apparition because she could make it better. She made him better.

Part VI of Tender Remedies