The Nameless Fic
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Dangerverse is the creation of Anne Walsh. Do notice my name is not either of those.
Somehow no matter how much I try to keep it tidy during the week, by Monday the medicine closet is in a mess. Poppy Pomfrey sent a light scowl towards the closet. It's messy and I have to clean it yet again. I could get little Meghan Black to clean it for me. She's such a sweet girl, you know she would do it.
Poppy hesitated, then resolved firmed her features. No. That girl already spends so much time here. She headed to the closet, to start her cleaning. Really, they all do. Poppy smiled, thinking of the small group that called themselves the Pride. Of course, it's not usually the same reason Meghan is here. She opened the closet door, and grimacing at the mess, began carefully organizing the first shelf. Such a good group of children, she thought mistily. I'm allowed to get misty, she told herself sternly. After all, the majority of the Pride would be leaving Hogwarts for good at the end of the week. And then your hospital beds won't get half as much attention during the school year as they usually do. Poppy smiled at the thought.
She turned around at the sound of the Hospital Wing door opening, and then let out a exasperated sigh. "What in the name of Merlin are you doing here? It's the last week before school! I thought I'd seen the last of you." Poppy scowled at the Pride.
"Nothing's wrong, Madam Pomfrey." Meghan piped up. "We wanted to thank you for all the trouble you've gone to while we've been in school here."
Hermione nodded. "We've all been in and out of here so much. We thought we should thank you. Especially Harry." She grinned. "Since he broke the record of "visits" made by a student."
"Thanks for reminding me, Hermione." Harry said, sighing. Hermione laughed. Neville glanced over at the two, then looked back at Poppy. "Anyway. In thanks for all you've done, we've decided to give you this." He thrust a paper-wrapped package towards Poppy, and she carefully grabbed it out of his hands. "We hope you'll like it."
"Thank you." Poppy smiled at the Pride.
Harry shrugged, and ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed. "You kind of deserve it after all the times we've been here."
Ron grinned. "You've been there through troll attacks, basilisk attacks, Voldemort attacks, near deaths, and other things. You deserve some compensation."
Hermione eyed the package. "This isn't the best present, but it'll have to do." She smiled at Poppy. "Thanks for everything, Madam Pomfrey."
"Thanks." Echoed the rest of the Pride, as they headed out the door.
Poppy sat on of the hospital beds, and began untying the paper from around the present. She finished unwrapping, and sat back in surprise. Then she laughed, and laughed.
Inside was a charmed feather-duster, washrag, and a note.
Madam Pomfrey,
Since we know how much you hate cleaning the Medicine cabinet
every week.
The Pride