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The Doctor is Out ... Of His Mind
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The sun shone jollily down from a clear blue sky, making the ocean sparkle like diamonds.
Of course, such calm weather hardly meant safety to a ship traversing the New World, but this particular vessel had the devil's luck, so it was not too worried.
Trafalgar Law allowed himself a relaxed sigh as he sat of the deck of the Straw Hat Pirate's ship. At long last the final stages of his plan were unfolding. Soon he and his allies would arrive at Dressarosa, where he would confront Joker for the last time.
To his right, Monkey D. Luffy lounged on the lion figure head. The only other person on deck lay stretched out on a lawn chair, her long orange hair falling in curls around her shoulders.
The dark doctor lay his head back against the railing. He liked it when a plan came together, and despite the best efforts of his fellow captain, this one still managed to pull through. He let out another pleased sigh.
Just a few more days, and he would finally be free of Doflamingo.
Law gagged as he felt something stab into his gut. His mind raced to diagnose the source. Had his wounds reopened? Did Vergo's rough treatment of his internal organs leave a time delayed surprise of internal bleeding or fractured rib? The battle had put significant stress on his heart.
"Hey!" Straw Hat said, as his guest keeled over on the deck.
"Is he all right?" The navigator's voice called.
The surgeon of death curled into himself as another spasm of pain pulled behind his navel. Instinctively, Law lashed out against the terrifyingly familiar sensation, using all of his power to remain on the Sunny's deck.
"Hey, Trafal-guy, you all right?" Straw Hat asked, poking at his shoulder.
"I'll go get Chopper," the orange haired woman said, leaving her lawn chair to get the reindeer doctor.
Another pull, and this time the surgeon found himself unable to resist. A hook behind his navel grew taught, dragging the unwilling doctor away.
The deck of the Thousand Sunny was suddenly empty, neither captain in sight.
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Soft.
A pillow under his head. His shoulders sunk several centimeters into a mattress that smelled strongly of disinfectant, but not blood, so it couldn't be anywhere on his ship.
Even Mugiwara's medical bay smelled faintly of copper.
Law opened his eyes.
No pipes, no planks of Adam wood, just white painted ceiling stretching high above him.
The doctor's stomach sank.
It looked familiar.
He pushed himself onto his elbows and sat up.
The hospital wing of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry greeted him. Law's knuckles clenched white against the sheets. He noticed that his gloves and coat were missing, as well as his hat and the rest of his cloths. Instead he wore a light blue hospital gown over his undershorts, which did nothing to hide the myriad of tattoos inking his chest, back, and arms.
"I see you are awake my boy."
Law's head snapped to his left, where an old man in sparkling blue robes sat smiling at him.
"Dumbledore," the pirate growled through grit teeth. "Why am I here?"
"Calm yourself, dear boy. Poppy said that you are suffering from some internal bruising around your heart, as well as severe stress to your magical core." He chuckled. "Though I believe the last symptom is a result of your trip here, for which I apologize."
"Why am I here?" Law growled again. He could taste blood at the edge of his mouth where his teeth pressed together.
"We thought that Voldemort had captured you."
Law glowered. "Do I look in need of rescue?"
"Your wounds were quite severe."
"I was treating myself."
"Calm yourself my boy," Dumbledore said. "When we traced the portkey from the maze, all we found in the graveyard was a group of slaughtered Death Eaters and the remains of a dark ritual. You cannot blame us for assuming the worst."
"Well, as you can see I am in good health. You can send me back now."
"I'm afraid we can't do that my boy. Voldemort has been causing trouble; the safest place for you is at Hogwarts."
"I killed Voldemort during the tournament," he growled, noting that his fists had clenched along with his jaw, adding to the blood leaking from his person.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled darkly. "I have my suspicions as to how he survived. In any case, he shall not rest until he finds you."
"He would not have been able to find me if you had just left me alone!" The man lurched forward, ignoring the soreness thrumming through his body.
"You left enough of your possessions here that creating a summoning spell was not too difficult to create. Voldemort would have found a way."
Law frowned in confusion, before a backlog of magical knowledge trickled into his brain. Some types of summoning spells required an anchor of some sort to help the spell identify the one being summoned. Usually such things as a lock of hair, or a much loved personal item were used. The doctor made a note to scour his room with fire to remove all evidence of his habitation before leaving.
The very idea of living in fear of these wizards summoning him at inopportune times was enough to drive him mad.
He took a breath to recenter his thoughts.
None of this mattered anyway. He had the means to get home. The moment the wizards left, he would create another portkey and take himself back to the Grand Line. The surgeon forced himself to calm down with that in mind.
Let the wizards become complacent, thinking only they had the means for him to get home.
The pirate took another deep breath and unclenched his sticky red fists. "I thank you for your concern on my behalf, headmaster. The situation must be truly dire for the wizarding world."
"No need to apologize my dear boy!" the old man beamed, apparently not noticing the tiny pools of blood welling in his guest's palms.
Law really wanted to say that, no he really was not apologizing, but bit his tongue. "I assume that I shall be returning to my post as assistant healer then?"
"Actually, a staff position has recently become available. It would be best for all of us if you were to consider that post instead."
Law shrugged, his mind sorting though the wand motions to correctly make a portkey.
He would also need to steal another wand, as his had proven useless once the pirate had returned to the Grand Line. Law theorized that maybe the magnetic fields responsible for the irregular tides and weather might be negatively effecting the wizard's spells, but in the end decided he had better things to occupy his mind than the mystery of why magic did not work in the ocean filled world. The length of wood currently lay out of reach, locked on his ship in a chest labeled 'Future Projects'.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily. "Very good! I'm sure you would like to keep your friend close as well."
The pirate's attention snapped back to the headmaster. "What friend?"
"The boy with the straw hat. He appeared to have been caught up in the summoning spell and brought here with you."
Law's mind derailed mid plot. "Where is he?"
"I believe Madam Pomphrey is accompanying him to the kitchens for a snack. As I was saying, Hagrid is unavailable, and we need someone to fill the groundskeeper position till he returns. Your friend would be welcome to live in the castle of course."
"Fine," Law said, wondering how long it would take for him to find his ally to return them both to the Grand Line.
Dumbledore smiled. "I shall have your rooms set up immediately!"
Law made to get out of the bed, but the world had developed a hazy outline. He blinked sharply and shook his head.
"That would be the dreamless sleep potion taking effect, I imagine," the headmaster said in his annoying grandfatherly voice. "Madam Pomphrey didn't think it wise for you to be awake so soon after your arrival, and gave you a light dose in case you woke."
The doctor opened his mouth, but whether it was to snarl a reply, or summon a 'room' to separate the sleeping drug from his body remained unknown, as he fell back against the pillows into oblivion.
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A/N: So the manga translation I read doesn't really have a consistent nickname for what the Strawhat crew calls Law. I picked Trafal-guy, because it tickled my fancy. Other contenders were Torao, Tiger, and Traffy.
Also, chapters are going to be much shorter than chaps from The Doctor is In.
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