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CHAPTER 3-

On the third day, we were in Charms class practicing a new spell from Professor Flitwick when Harry accidentally cast the opposite spell. It was supposed to make your eye sight temporarily better, and Draco had cast it correctly on my eyes, and I could see the contours of his face more clearly now, including the slight scar at the side of his nose where I had punched him in third year. I took my wand off the desk and was about to cast it on him when Ginny cried out.

'Ouch! Harry, what have you done?' The whole class gathered around Harry and Ginny, both of them knelt on the floor, Harry looking distraught and Ginny in pain. Unluckily, Flitwick had left the room to send an emergency owl, so the small crowd let me through, knowing my ambition to be a healer.

'Ginny, look up at me?'

'Where are you?' I knelt on the floor in front of her, watching her look around trying to find the whereabouts of my voice. I took her face in both of my hands, and she stopped moving. Her mascara had run down her cheeks slightly from crying, and I scourified her face so I could look at her eyes properly.

'Gin, I know it hurts, but you need to stop crying so I can see what's wrong.' She sniffed and nodded, and I finally saw that her eyes were bright red. 'Harry can I have your wand?' He gave it to me, and after casting prior incantato on it, I saw that he had accidentally cast the conjunctivitis curse on his girlfriend. 'It'll be okay, Gin, we just need to get you to the hospital wing. Harry's damaged your eyesight a little, and I don't want to start messing around with it until you've seen Madame Pomfrey. Harry, can you carry her please?' I stepped out of the way and let Harry pick up Ginny, and the three of us went to the hospital wing, everyone else staying in class.

After the short trip to the hospital wing, I held the door wide open for Harry as he carried in Ginny, leaving it open as Madame Pomfrey came out of her office. 'Mr Potter, Miss Weasley, Miss Granger, what has happened?'

'Harry accidentally cast the conjunctivitis curse on Ginny and she can't see very well.' The medi-witch nodded and motioned for Harry to lay Ginny down on the nearest bed, and she cast the counter curse on her. Ginny's eyesight returned, then she threw up violently on the floor, and Harry's shoes.

'Yes, an unfortunate side effect of the counter curse. Mr Potter, go the nearest bathroom and get yourself cleaned up.' Harry left and Madame Pomfrey gave Ginny a potion, which she also threw up. 'It seems we'll have to do this the muggle way…' I looked at her strangely as she disappeared into her office, coming back with what looked like an egg box. She handed it to me and I opened it to find two eggs inside. I was about to question her, but she spoke before I could. 'In Spain and Southern America, they run raw eggs over the body in order to heal patients of things like stress and sickness, so when potions don't work, we do this.' She took one egg from the box and told Ginny to lift her top, showing her tummy, then began to run the egg along the skin.

I looked at the last egg in the box. 'What kind of eggs are these?'

'French. I believe they work the best.' She returned her attentions to Ginny and I smiled at the irony of it, remembering that French hens was the next line in the song. It dropped when I felt the parchment fly into my hand and the bracelet add a little weight. Checking that neither my friend nor the medi-witch were looking, I checked my bracelet to see a small hen dangling next to the dove from yesterday before I opened the note.

On the third day of Christmas I give to me true love a French hen egg.

(Sorry, this one was hard to do)

I tried not to grin at how stupid he sounded. If it was a he. Ginny wouldn't have done it, and Madame Pomfrey definitely wouldn't have done it. I looked around the hospital wing to find that there was no one else present. Then I suddenly remembered the door. I had left it open when I came in, and I didn't hear it close when Harry left. I had managed to make the same mistake as yesterday. Annoyed with myself, I screwed up the note, then straightened it out, remembering the two notes already under my pillow. My mental list of people was getting longer by the minute.

A/N: Seriously, French hens was a hard one. And that egg thing is actually real. Whether it works is a completely different matter. Tip: If you decide to write a fan fiction like this one, plan it far in advance before you post the first chapter.

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