Disclamer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter (even though i wished they were mine but they do not and they belong to a lovely lady called J.K Rowling), but i do own copies of Harry potter and and philospher's stone (which mysteriously disappered), Harry potter and the chamber of secrets, Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaband, Harry Potter and Goblet of fire, Harry potter and the order of the phoenix , Harry potter and the half blood prince, And Harry Potter and the deathly Hallows. Also i will personally oblivate each person which comes to steal them and have them do my washing up

A/N: First fic R&R also tell me if there are any thing which needs to change + a better title

CHAPTER ONE - Thoughts and St. Mungos

'What the bloody hell do they want?' Ron groaned, 'Flowers? Chocolates? Are we supposed to deliver all this by owl or by some gnome dressed as cupid?'

Harry grinned. He and Ron were in their dormitory, lying on their backs in bed and worrying about the little things in life. It had been a long time since Harry had done this, what with the War against Voldemort and his Death Eaters trying to take over the magical community. But even though it had been a long and painful journey, Harry and his friends had successfully defeated the Dark Lord of all time. Things were already returning to normal in a matter of two carefree weeks at Hogwarts for extra education. Even the horrible classes were appreciated.

Harry sat up on his bed and faced his wall calendar, crossing off another day on the box that sat another three boxes away from February 14th.

'…Or maybe we could stop by Hogsmeade, Fred and George told me they're selling a lot of stuff because it's almost Valentine's.' Ron suggested.

Harry glanced at him, who was in absolute misery. He felt happy for Ron and Hermione finally getting it together and he knew how the redhead wouldn't want to mess up something as important as Valentine's Day for her. Harry, whom he thought wasn't a very romantic person, racked his brains for the perfect idea to make it perfect for Ginny Weasley. But none that was good enough came to mind.

'Yeah, maybe we should visit Hogsmeade then, see what's there.' Harry said, 'it shouldn't be that hard,' he added, 'we just give something to them, right? That's what all the guys do.'

Just then, a tapping noise sounded by the window. A tawny owl was standing on the windowsill, tapping its beak on the glass.

'The owls must be in the Hall now,' Ron said, approaching the window. He and Harry had overslept and instead of going down to the Great Hall for breakfast, decided to stay in the dormitory to talk in private. Ron opened the window and the owl stuck its leg out where a rolled up copy of The Daily Prophet was attached. Unfurling it with one hand and closing the window with the other, he read out the heading, 'Healers have healed the Harmed – all St. Mungo's patients completely recovered - that's brilliant!'

He began to scan the article, shouting out the parts worth hearing.

'Listen to this, Harry! "The Longbottoms are in good condition, physically and mentally, 'we are grateful to all the Healers who have looked after us,' says a cheerful Alice, 'and from what I hear, I am most glad the War is over and extremely proud of our son Neville." Neville must be at St. Mungo's right now!'

Harry, who was lost for words, simply grinned from ear to ear. He knew how much this good news had meant to Neville.

'Anyone else we know who's also healed?'

'Not really…' Ron muttered, his eyes running down the page, 'several people who's also suffered from the one of the Unforgivable Curses are also healed, that's good…' But suddenly, he let out a moan of despair, 'And look who else is healed.'

He threw the paper across to Harry, who caught it, and suppressed a laugh. The black and white photo that came along with article showed a group of healed patients all smiling happily and waving up at him, but just then, a man had burst in on the scene, blocked the view of all the healed and was beaming at the camera, teeth flashing, hair in perfect condition like always.

It was none other than ex-Defence against the Dark Arts teacher Gilderoy Lockhart.

Then, the most bizarre idea struck Harry like lightning.

'Ron!' he exclaimed, 'I think we have found the perfect man who knows all about Valentine's Day.'

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