So this is a new story I've had in my harddrive for months... So I guess it's not new... Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter. I do, however, own the characters that are original - Juliana, Josey, the healers, etc (You get the idea). I also own the plot. If you're going to use, get permission from me, please? I'd really appreciate it!


"How is he, Healer?" Leon Harrison asked. His wife, Betty, was clutching his arm, her eyes clouded with grief at the news.

"He's... getting better," I told them. "He's a tough little boy."

Betty gave a watery smile, "And Jake and Cathy?"

My heart wrenched at my former friends. No one told... "They didn't make it," I said quietly, my eyes dropping to the floor. "We tried all we could. When they got here, Cathy was already gone... Jacobus... He was so torn up..." I shook my head. "We tried everything we could but he crashed about ten minutes after arriving."

"Oh, Merlin," Betty gasped, her hand flying to her face.

"He's in our custody, then?" Leon asked, glancing at the curtains.

I nodded, "Yes, Jason is currently a child of St. Mungo's, but once he's released, he is taken into your custody."

"How... how bad are his injuries?"

I hesitated, "He currently cannot move. He isn't paralyzed, but he's in a state of shock. He doesn't know yet what happened to his parents. I believe it's best if you decide when and how to tell him."

"Do you know who attacked them? Or why?" Betty whispered.

"All we know is they were on a picnic and, as Jason described, a half man half monster approached. Jacobus took the brunt of it while Cathy called for Aurors. Jason wouldn't have made it five minutes if the Aurors hadn't have brought him when they did."

"He's so lucky," Leon said as soon as the curtain pulled away. Jason was listening to the radio still, humming to a few songs that were playing.

"He is," I nodded. "I'll give you some time alone, okay?"

"Thank you," Betty whispered as I passed her.

I just nodded once more and left them to their own devices.

I sat down in a chair outside of Bill's curtain and asked for a cup of tea while I went over some of my files, making notes on patients behavior.

"So, do you make it a habit of coming to me?" Bill asked. I jumped slightly, sending a few folders to the ground, and looked to see Bill shuffling out of his room, the chair he brought with him in front. When he was next to me, he sat down in his chair, waiting for me to pick up my files.

"I finished my rounds," I admitted. "And Jason's godparents are with him. I figured I'd sit in the one empty seat in this ward, and that just so happened to be here."

He nodded, glancing at the files, "Cathy Blackburn-Lintel."

I glanced at the file, "Dead on arrival," I read aloud the piece of parchment. "We're still unable to get the magical signature from her. It could have been any werewolf we know of or don't know of."

He nodded slowly and glanced at his lap, wincing at the pain it brought to his neck, "Fleur hasn't come back, has she?"

I hesitated, "No, I'm sorry."

He just nodded, "I figured. To Fleur..." I really didn't want to hear about her. "Beauty is love. To me, personality is everything." He glanced at me. "You?"

"Toleration," I supplied. "There are very few in this world that I can tolerate. Your mother. Josey. Laura. Charlie. And Veronika."

"Me?"

I gave a snort, "Bill, I tolerate you, but ... your fiancee is already weary of me. I do not overstep her lines and I will not... be that person."

"What person?"

I shook my head, "Nevermind." I flipped open Jacobus' file and scribbled a few notes on his death. "My point," I said after a moment of him watching me. "Is that you are someone I tried it with. And I'll always cherish the time we had together, but whether I tolerate you or not, nothing changes the past."

He nodded, "So you don't want to say you still love me because of Fleur."

I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, "What?" How in the world does he do that?

"That's what you're trying to say, right?"

"I..." I stood abruptly, "I-No. That's not what I'm-I should check on Jason. He might have gotten excited with seeing his godparents."

I made to go, desperate to get away from the emotions he was stirring up. The emotions I had locked away years ago. He caught my arm, giving a slight wince of pain from the sharp movement, but I halted immediately. I didn't turn to look at him.

"Juliana."

"Bill," I returned.

"Fleur's not coming back, is she?"

My heart crumbled at the mention of her name, so soon after he stirred those emotions. So soon after he made me think about-

"I'm not her personal assistant," I muttered, jerking from his grasp and storming down the hall.

How dare he?

"Now I know how you feel."

I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him, but he was already slowly standing. He... he was trying to see how I'd react.

He glanced at me as he gripped the back of the chair, and gave me his trademark smirk, "Now, are you going to say it?"

I shook my head, "I... I can't."

He let out a sigh, "I understand."

"Do you?" I challenged, meeting his eyes shamelessly.

"You don't want to make me choose. But I'm afraid... my choice is being made for me."

The implication was clear. If Fleur dumped him, he'd be single again.

I stood there for a second before sighing as he started to hobble back to his room, "You're going to tear your stitches. Here."

I levitated him to his bed, much to his protest, and took the chair away, putting it on the opposite end of the room, "So you don't try to run," I threatened. I then left, my stomach doing all sorts of knots.

They were good knots until I realized that when the wedding happened, I'd have to untangle them all.

"I brought you some cookies," I was hearing Betty say as she pulled some cookies out of her purse.

I smiled slightly at the scene, the godparents not even realizing I had entered. "Cookies!" Jason cried. He'd be just fine.


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