Sorry about the long wait, writer's block sucks. This chapter is shorter than I wanted, but I wanted to get something out.

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Chapter Twelve: Infirmary Finding

Monday morning, as it turned out, was one of the least accident prone times of the year. Poppy decided to go speak with Dumbledore, about having her around Buffy was sure, and assured her that there wouldn't be any problems.

"What would an assistant be worth if not to be around when I can not," the nurse reasoned as she puttered out the door.

Everything was fine until about noon when a boy came wondering in with what looked like a boneless arm. Buffy had seen him practically stalking Harry every chance he got.

When she'd asked Harry about it, he'd only answered, "I don't really mind it. It's kind of nice if you learn to ignore it."

The poor kid looked imploringly at her, begging with his eyes for her to fix whatever he'd done. Buffy had only suddenly remembered why she'd never volunteered for this before. One, she hated anything to do with doctors- and two, she had no idea what she was doing.

"Hi, I'm Buffy. I'm helping Madam Pomfrey today. What's the matter?" The slayer could only hope that sounded more confident to him than it did to her.

"My name's Colin Creevy, and this," he pointed to his right arm that flopped helplessly by his side, "is a spell gone wrong."

"It's my first day and I don't really know what I'm doing," she confided, knowing she had to tell the boy before he asked her to do something that could get him killed.

"This happened to Harry once, you know," he declared. "Professor Lockhart tried to fix an injury, but he didn't know what he was doing either, so this happened."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and he had to spend the whole night growing his bones back. I suppose I'll have to do that too. I bet it hurts a lot."

"Yes, I bet it does," Buffy winced in sympathy.

"I heard Harry talking about you once. He's says you're special. More special than even Dumbledore knows. He says he can feel it. If Harry says so, I believe it too." As he said this, the fifth year seemed to be studying her, as if whatever Harry saw would suddenly become apparent to him as well.

"I guess I'm not all that special. I can't even fix anything," she muttered. "I wish I could fix your arm Colin," she added.

Expecting to see his face with a look of understanding directed her way, Buffy was surprised to see all his attention upon his arm. He was looking at it as if it had done a biblical miracle. She was about to rush over to see what was wrong when his head swung to stare at her in disbelief.

"What did you do?" he cried, and Buffy felt as if she were going to be sick. If she'd hurt him Albus would send her away for good. "What did you do?" He repeated, and then, "You fixed it…"