Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I just mess around with the characters

HHC - Camp Hogwarts, Hufflepuff! (because saying Cabin Prewett is meh)

First Aid

Tracey wasn't having a good day. Normally she was rather excited to do her job, but today... not today. She was not happy. St. Mungos was short staffed today, and that meant that instead of shadowing some of the other more experienced healers, she was running around doing jobs that she had maybe done once.

At least handing potions to the people were easy enough. Except for some of the delirious old men. They seemed to think that just because a pretty witch gave them a potion they were allowed to get all touchy-feeling on her.

Well, that was the worst offenders, others just thought it was permission to flirt with her. Telling her about they fantastic manors full of rare magical artifacts or they'd try to tell her about their long well polished wands-Tracey rolled her eyes, she was sure their wands were quite well polished indeed. One even tried to pull out his wand. Thankfully the hospital generally confiscated wands of patients, it was too risky to allow them to cast spells. Tracey had no wish to see their fancy "long and well polished wands". It took all her self control not to hex some of them; magic and mysterious maladies did not mutually mix merrily.

No today was definitely not a fun day, and it was going to get worse. When Tracey asked around why the hospital was so short staffed today, she found out that a good number of them had left to go watch the quidditch game today. Considering that most of the past quidditch games didn't have major injury that the field teams couldn't deal with so she guessed that the healers today took the day of enjoy the match.

She learned from one of the patients that today was Puddlemere United vs Holyhead Harpies. Uh oh. Today was not going to go well. They were going to need more staff.

Tracey had tried to rush off tell the hospital administration that they were going to need more staff, that a riot is *going* to break out, and that a lot of people are going to be injured.

The hospital administrators just said that past games never had any issue the field team they had couldn't deal with. Nothing bad was going happen, it's just a friendly game of quidditch.

*Friendly?!* This was not going to be friendly at all. No way. Didn't they know the news? The hospital administration waved her off, they wouldn't even listen to her. After all, she was was just an inexperienced healer fresh out of training. They never had problems with quidditch Matches before. Besides, they said Potter himself was directing security there.

Tracey gave up on the administration. They didn't know the news, but then again, not everyone had friends and friends of friends so obsessed with quidditch. She had heard from Harry, who had received the news from Wood and Weasley, that Puddlemere United poached one of the Harpies star chasers.

Tracey was sure that there were a lot of angry fans who were going to show up; clearly Harry had similar thoughts to direct security for a quidditch game.

A few hours later, nothing really changed in the hospital. The game had started sometime ago and some of the staff were listening to the wireless for updates on the match. Tracey began to relax a bit, hearing that security had been confiscating wands of the spectators.

Of course, just as everything seemed to be fine. Chaos broke out: first Wilda Griffiths disappeared during the match, then riots broke out, spellfire exchanged by both sides.

Fake wands. Of course. Soon the first injuries from the riots started appearing. People apparated into the emergency area of the hospital, some splinching on their way in, others had to be supported by friends.

At first there was panic and confusing. Some of the healers were confused about the sudden mass influx of people. The hospital administration realized that they were too understaffed today to deal with it. Immediately the hospital set into motion to deal with emergencies. The administration started sending patronuses and Floo calls to every available healer.

Tracey set out towards the emergency apparition point and grabbed every available healer on her way there. She arrived at the emergency area and together with the other healers and started triage. Tracey left the other more experienced healers to deal with the spell damage, she gathered the required potions and performed the small healing spells on the cuts and bruises that some had suffered.

A few hours later, the hospital had finally calmed down sufficiently for Tracey to take a break. She just sprawled out on the floor amidst empty bottles of dittany and blood restoratives, too exhausted to clean up the mess right now.

She was just glad that the St. Mungos was able to deal with this now. She just wanted to go home and rest. A loud crack told her someone had just apparated in, though she was confused, because she was sitting at the Auror's apparition point, the only point that wasn't really used in the past few hours and the only quiet place in a hospital that now contained a few too many unruly patients.

She looked up and saw it that it was Harry Potter. She perked up a bit at seeing a friend, though she was still exhausted. The first thing Tracey noticed was that Harry had a bunch of wands clutched in his hand.

"Harry, what are you doing here, and whose wands are those?" Harry took a step forward, Tracey noticed the limp in his gait. "Are you alright?" Healer instincts kicking in.

"Yeah, I'm fine, a bludgeoning hex may have clipped my leg. I did a lot of disarming the past few hours, now we need to go find whose wands these are."

Tracey made a move to get up, but she just ended up stumbling a bit. Harry just raised his hand to stop her. "I'll find another healer to treat my leg. When do you get off duty?"

Tracey checked the time, "Theoretically, 2 hours ago."

"Alright, why don't you head to my place, I'm sure Daphne would love your company, considering I'll likely not make it home in time for dinner."

Tracey nodded. She made a move to turn on the spot to apparate, but was stopped suddenly by Harry reaching out his arm. "You're in no condition to apparate right now, you should probably take the Floo."

Tracey just nodded, too tired to really say anything else and headed to the hospital Floo network.

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