Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, brilliantly created by J.K.
Rowling. Most situations are based on those created by J.K. Rowling. (And
thank you for "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," which helped me
work out Ron's first day on the job!)
Chapter Eight: Ron Weasley, Healer
"Well, if it isn't my favorite students," said Professor McGonagall with a smile, something the friends noticed was much more common when she wasn't trying to keep up her teacher persona. She even went so far as to hug each one of the friends.
"It's nice to see you, Professor McGonagall," Hermione said.
"Please, Ms. Granger - sorry, Mrs. Weasley - call me Minerva. We are not in the classroom, after all," said Professor McGonagall.
"All right then, Minerva," said Hermione, the name sounding strange coming from her. "And you shouldn't worry about formalities either. Call me Hermione."
"I trust all is well with all of you," Professor McGonagall said. She stated it as a fact and not a question.
"Everything is excellent," said Ginny.
"That's wonderful to hear," said Professor McGonagall. "I have heard so many wonderful success stories, and I'm sure yours top the list. Mr. Weasley, I was so pleased to hear you completed your training program."
"Thank you, Prof - I mean, Minerva," said Ron. "I was happy too. No more training!"
"But plenty of work!" Professor McGonagall added.
"Plenty of work," Ron repeated.
* * *
Two months after Harry and Ginny's wedding (and just after Ron and Hermione's 2 year wedding anniversary), Ron completed his Healer Training Program. Hermione attended his graduation with the rest of the family, and cheered the loudest when Ron's name was called, and a badge was produced in mid-air and placed on Ron's robes. Later, Hermione would see that it said, "Ronald Weasley, Healer" and she found out that he was to wear it on his medi-robes everyday.
"I'm so proud of you," she said that night as she held the badge in her hands and turned it over and over.
"I'm proud of me too," Ron said smugly, causing Hermione to playfully scoff and tickle him.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with being proud of yourself," said Hermione. "You worked hard for this."
"Technically it's not over," said Ron. "I need to be under strict observation for a year."
"But you'll be at St. Mungo's, and you know the building so well already," said Hermione. "You'll be just fine. I know it."
"You know what was weird though?" Ron said suddenly. Hermione looked at him. He was looking up at the ceiling. "Seeing Peter born."
"I know," said Hermione. "Delivering the baby of someone in your family must be weird. That's why I don't Mind Read relatives."
"I was only there for the experience," said Ron. "Mostly I'm going to work with Creature Induced Injuries, but the Training wanted me to see a little of everything."
"And you never know when those skills might come in handy," said Hermione. "And wasn't it nice to be there when your nephew came into the world?"
"Yeah," said Ron. Percy and Penelope, one month earlier, were blessed with their second child, Peter. Little Phillip was almost three. "I was one of the first family members to hold him. He looked mad."
"Well, sometimes newborns look a little shell-shocked, I think," said Hermione. "Anyway, he's perked up since then." She thought of little Peter, and how at just a month old he was smiling at everyone in the family, but mostly at his big brother. Hermione now smiled at Ron. "You'll have a good day tomorrow, I think. You get to be the healer." This caused Ron to beam, and he fell asleep dreaming of the next day.
* * *
Hermione woke Ron up early, to ensure that he was not late on his first official day of work. She left with him, and they parted at the hospital. Hermione and Ginny had not yet been able to open their own practice, but they were in the midst of a grant proposal that would give them the funding they needed. "Love you," Hermione said and she kissed him before heading down the hall.
Ron went to the changing room and put on his medi-robes, then stepped out of the room to receive his first assignment. He was immediately whisked away by the doctor in charge. "Weasley! We've got a doxy bite in room two twenty eight!"
Ron hurried down the hallway to room 228. Inside, he found a young girl and her mother sitting on one of the beds. The girl was holding her arm painfully. The mother jumped up when she saw Ron. "Oh, it was awful!" she exclaimed. "She didn't know what she was doing! She thought the bloody thing was a nice little fairy." She turned to her daughter. "I've told you time and time again not to play with creatures in the backyard."
"But it was nice!" the girl exclaimed, and then cried out in pain.
"Okay, okay, let me see," said Ron, and he took a look at the girls arm. As he expected, he saw the swollen skin around two small teeth marks. "I have just what you need right here."
He went to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle. He poured out a dosage and brought it over to the girl. "This will take the poison away," Ron explained as the girl's mother watched intently. "The doxy venom can do some damage if not taken within five hours though. When did this happen?"
"Only forty minutes ago," the mother assured Ron. "Should I be worried?"
"I don't think so," said Ron. "It's going to be sore for a bit. I can administer a numbing charm, if you wish."
The girl looked at her mother questioningly. "I suppose it would be all right," said the mother. "Are there any risks?"
"None at all," said Ron. "I'll time the spell so that it will wear off within a couple of hours. By then the swelling should have gone down and it won't hurt anymore."
"Okay," said the mother, and Ron quickly numbed the area of the swelling.
"How's that?" he asked the girl, with a smile.
"Fine," she said and she beamed. Ron couldn't help but feel good inside, having helped a small child.
"You were a very good patient," Ron said. "I think I have something you might like." He pulled a spare chocolate frog out of his pocket and handed it to her. The girl smiled and ripped right into it.
"Look! I got Harry Potter!" she exclaimed to her mother.
The mother smiled. "It's one of the four she's missing," she said to Ron. Ron nodded.
"I used to collect them myself," he said. "And I'll have you know, Harry Potter is a close personal friend of mine."
The girl giggled and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right," she said, but she continued to smile.
Ron laughed also. "I just have to have you sign the release papers," he said, and he made them appear. "Read it over. Basically it states how you should care for the wound. Make sure it has a thorough cleaning tonight. The antidote cleans it out very well, but it's always best to clean it again. Also, make sure you come back right away if the swelling should go up, or if she experiences any vomiting."
The mother nodded, "I will do that," she said, and she signed her name on the paper. She turned to her daughter. "Ready to go Chelsea?"
Chelsea hopped off the bed and took her mother's hand and they headed out. At the door Chelsea turned and waved, "Thanks!" she called out.
Ron smiled again, "You're welcome!"
The rest of Ron's day was eventful. He treated a fire crab burn ("Why did they bring a fire crab back from Fiji?" was his question to the other Healers around him), a deep griffin gash ("Just couldn't make friends with it!" the patient exclaimed), and removed a kappa trying to suck the blood from someone's leg. By the time he met Hermione at the end of the day, he was exhausted.
"I just want to go home and do nothing!" he exclaimed.
Hermione smiled, "I think we can arrange that. Come in, I'll make you dinner."
"Sounds good," said Ron, and the two headed home.
Chapter Eight: Ron Weasley, Healer
"Well, if it isn't my favorite students," said Professor McGonagall with a smile, something the friends noticed was much more common when she wasn't trying to keep up her teacher persona. She even went so far as to hug each one of the friends.
"It's nice to see you, Professor McGonagall," Hermione said.
"Please, Ms. Granger - sorry, Mrs. Weasley - call me Minerva. We are not in the classroom, after all," said Professor McGonagall.
"All right then, Minerva," said Hermione, the name sounding strange coming from her. "And you shouldn't worry about formalities either. Call me Hermione."
"I trust all is well with all of you," Professor McGonagall said. She stated it as a fact and not a question.
"Everything is excellent," said Ginny.
"That's wonderful to hear," said Professor McGonagall. "I have heard so many wonderful success stories, and I'm sure yours top the list. Mr. Weasley, I was so pleased to hear you completed your training program."
"Thank you, Prof - I mean, Minerva," said Ron. "I was happy too. No more training!"
"But plenty of work!" Professor McGonagall added.
"Plenty of work," Ron repeated.
* * *
Two months after Harry and Ginny's wedding (and just after Ron and Hermione's 2 year wedding anniversary), Ron completed his Healer Training Program. Hermione attended his graduation with the rest of the family, and cheered the loudest when Ron's name was called, and a badge was produced in mid-air and placed on Ron's robes. Later, Hermione would see that it said, "Ronald Weasley, Healer" and she found out that he was to wear it on his medi-robes everyday.
"I'm so proud of you," she said that night as she held the badge in her hands and turned it over and over.
"I'm proud of me too," Ron said smugly, causing Hermione to playfully scoff and tickle him.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with being proud of yourself," said Hermione. "You worked hard for this."
"Technically it's not over," said Ron. "I need to be under strict observation for a year."
"But you'll be at St. Mungo's, and you know the building so well already," said Hermione. "You'll be just fine. I know it."
"You know what was weird though?" Ron said suddenly. Hermione looked at him. He was looking up at the ceiling. "Seeing Peter born."
"I know," said Hermione. "Delivering the baby of someone in your family must be weird. That's why I don't Mind Read relatives."
"I was only there for the experience," said Ron. "Mostly I'm going to work with Creature Induced Injuries, but the Training wanted me to see a little of everything."
"And you never know when those skills might come in handy," said Hermione. "And wasn't it nice to be there when your nephew came into the world?"
"Yeah," said Ron. Percy and Penelope, one month earlier, were blessed with their second child, Peter. Little Phillip was almost three. "I was one of the first family members to hold him. He looked mad."
"Well, sometimes newborns look a little shell-shocked, I think," said Hermione. "Anyway, he's perked up since then." She thought of little Peter, and how at just a month old he was smiling at everyone in the family, but mostly at his big brother. Hermione now smiled at Ron. "You'll have a good day tomorrow, I think. You get to be the healer." This caused Ron to beam, and he fell asleep dreaming of the next day.
* * *
Hermione woke Ron up early, to ensure that he was not late on his first official day of work. She left with him, and they parted at the hospital. Hermione and Ginny had not yet been able to open their own practice, but they were in the midst of a grant proposal that would give them the funding they needed. "Love you," Hermione said and she kissed him before heading down the hall.
Ron went to the changing room and put on his medi-robes, then stepped out of the room to receive his first assignment. He was immediately whisked away by the doctor in charge. "Weasley! We've got a doxy bite in room two twenty eight!"
Ron hurried down the hallway to room 228. Inside, he found a young girl and her mother sitting on one of the beds. The girl was holding her arm painfully. The mother jumped up when she saw Ron. "Oh, it was awful!" she exclaimed. "She didn't know what she was doing! She thought the bloody thing was a nice little fairy." She turned to her daughter. "I've told you time and time again not to play with creatures in the backyard."
"But it was nice!" the girl exclaimed, and then cried out in pain.
"Okay, okay, let me see," said Ron, and he took a look at the girls arm. As he expected, he saw the swollen skin around two small teeth marks. "I have just what you need right here."
He went to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle. He poured out a dosage and brought it over to the girl. "This will take the poison away," Ron explained as the girl's mother watched intently. "The doxy venom can do some damage if not taken within five hours though. When did this happen?"
"Only forty minutes ago," the mother assured Ron. "Should I be worried?"
"I don't think so," said Ron. "It's going to be sore for a bit. I can administer a numbing charm, if you wish."
The girl looked at her mother questioningly. "I suppose it would be all right," said the mother. "Are there any risks?"
"None at all," said Ron. "I'll time the spell so that it will wear off within a couple of hours. By then the swelling should have gone down and it won't hurt anymore."
"Okay," said the mother, and Ron quickly numbed the area of the swelling.
"How's that?" he asked the girl, with a smile.
"Fine," she said and she beamed. Ron couldn't help but feel good inside, having helped a small child.
"You were a very good patient," Ron said. "I think I have something you might like." He pulled a spare chocolate frog out of his pocket and handed it to her. The girl smiled and ripped right into it.
"Look! I got Harry Potter!" she exclaimed to her mother.
The mother smiled. "It's one of the four she's missing," she said to Ron. Ron nodded.
"I used to collect them myself," he said. "And I'll have you know, Harry Potter is a close personal friend of mine."
The girl giggled and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right," she said, but she continued to smile.
Ron laughed also. "I just have to have you sign the release papers," he said, and he made them appear. "Read it over. Basically it states how you should care for the wound. Make sure it has a thorough cleaning tonight. The antidote cleans it out very well, but it's always best to clean it again. Also, make sure you come back right away if the swelling should go up, or if she experiences any vomiting."
The mother nodded, "I will do that," she said, and she signed her name on the paper. She turned to her daughter. "Ready to go Chelsea?"
Chelsea hopped off the bed and took her mother's hand and they headed out. At the door Chelsea turned and waved, "Thanks!" she called out.
Ron smiled again, "You're welcome!"
The rest of Ron's day was eventful. He treated a fire crab burn ("Why did they bring a fire crab back from Fiji?" was his question to the other Healers around him), a deep griffin gash ("Just couldn't make friends with it!" the patient exclaimed), and removed a kappa trying to suck the blood from someone's leg. By the time he met Hermione at the end of the day, he was exhausted.
"I just want to go home and do nothing!" he exclaimed.
Hermione smiled, "I think we can arrange that. Come in, I'll make you dinner."
"Sounds good," said Ron, and the two headed home.