A/N: Hope you enjoy chapter 2!!!!!
Daisie ~ Thank you for reviewing this fic!!!! (And my other one too) And yes, you were correct: this is the summer before Gin's seventh year, she is living on her own (even though she isn't 18), Voldemort was defeated and the Light Side is working on bringing the rest of the Death Eaters and his supporters to Azkaban. Ginny was a healer during the war-a very good one at that.
Disclaimer: See chapter one please.
No Boundaries
By:
Telpe Nar Roccar
CHAPTER 2
"Oh my god." she trailed off in a whisper.
A man was leaning against her door jam, scarcely able to stand. His skin was covered in cuts, bruises, dirt, and blood. His hair was matted and it was hard to tell what color it was. His robes were battered and torn; he looked at her and she had to refrain from crying out in alarm. One eye was swollen completely shut and the other was a mere slit it was swollen so much. She couldn't make out the color of his eyes. "Sorry," his voice was hoarse and it sounded like he hadn't spoken in a long time. Ginny, being the healer she was, threw the door open wide and the stranger stumbled in. "Sorry," he said again, but he didn't get a chance to say exactly what for- he collapsed. Ginny's time as a healer during the war kicked in and with the help of her wand and a powerful Levitating Charm, she moved the man from the floor to the nearest bed, which just happened to be hers.
She left the man and returned a few minutes later with a wash towel, various potions and ointment, and a clean set of robes and a few other miscellaneous clothing items from her brothers' pile.
The man jerked at first when Ginny placed him into her bathtub full of hot water and began to gently wash off the layers of blood, dirt, and grime that covered his skin. Eventually he relaxed and passed out.
It was a painstakingly slow process to get the man clean enough so she could begin to heal him. There were lots of cuts and bruises; not one square inch of skin lay unmarked. Gin worked quickly however, healing the ones that could be healed magically, which were the newest ones, and putting ointments on the ones that could not be magically healed. While the ointment cleaned the cuts and rid them of various infections, Gin prepared a potion to take care of the bruises and other internal injuries he might have. After practically forcing the bluish liquid down his throat and holding his head up so he wouldn't choke, she dressed him as best she could in the clothes she had.
Only the bruises and the newer cuts healed, the rest would have to be taken care of daily-reapplication of ointment and watching for infection and any cuts she might have missed. Tomorrow maybe he would wake up and she'd be able to give him something to eat and drink, it would help him heal faster. Proper nutrition always does, regardless of whether the person is Muggle or Magical.
Exhausted and worried about the stranger, she failed to notice that he bore no Dark Mark, nor did she notice the Dragon tattoo on his right shoulder. Somewhere along the line, the youngest Weasley fell asleep next to the stranger. He stirred once during the night, opening his eyes and looking around. The swelling around his eyes had gone down enough for him to be able to see properly, and his searching gaze landed on the girl next to him. A small, almost unnoticeable smile graced his features: she was his savior, and for that, he owed her everything. The man passed out after wondering how she'd done such a good job. Maybe she was a healer, but a healer so young and so talented is rare these days. He'd heard mention of one a time or two during the war, bloody hell what had her name been? Bugger, he couldn't remember.
A/N: Well that's chapter 2, hope you all liked it.PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
Daisie ~ Thank you for reviewing this fic!!!! (And my other one too) And yes, you were correct: this is the summer before Gin's seventh year, she is living on her own (even though she isn't 18), Voldemort was defeated and the Light Side is working on bringing the rest of the Death Eaters and his supporters to Azkaban. Ginny was a healer during the war-a very good one at that.
Disclaimer: See chapter one please.
No Boundaries
By:
Telpe Nar Roccar
CHAPTER 2
"Oh my god." she trailed off in a whisper.
A man was leaning against her door jam, scarcely able to stand. His skin was covered in cuts, bruises, dirt, and blood. His hair was matted and it was hard to tell what color it was. His robes were battered and torn; he looked at her and she had to refrain from crying out in alarm. One eye was swollen completely shut and the other was a mere slit it was swollen so much. She couldn't make out the color of his eyes. "Sorry," his voice was hoarse and it sounded like he hadn't spoken in a long time. Ginny, being the healer she was, threw the door open wide and the stranger stumbled in. "Sorry," he said again, but he didn't get a chance to say exactly what for- he collapsed. Ginny's time as a healer during the war kicked in and with the help of her wand and a powerful Levitating Charm, she moved the man from the floor to the nearest bed, which just happened to be hers.
She left the man and returned a few minutes later with a wash towel, various potions and ointment, and a clean set of robes and a few other miscellaneous clothing items from her brothers' pile.
The man jerked at first when Ginny placed him into her bathtub full of hot water and began to gently wash off the layers of blood, dirt, and grime that covered his skin. Eventually he relaxed and passed out.
It was a painstakingly slow process to get the man clean enough so she could begin to heal him. There were lots of cuts and bruises; not one square inch of skin lay unmarked. Gin worked quickly however, healing the ones that could be healed magically, which were the newest ones, and putting ointments on the ones that could not be magically healed. While the ointment cleaned the cuts and rid them of various infections, Gin prepared a potion to take care of the bruises and other internal injuries he might have. After practically forcing the bluish liquid down his throat and holding his head up so he wouldn't choke, she dressed him as best she could in the clothes she had.
Only the bruises and the newer cuts healed, the rest would have to be taken care of daily-reapplication of ointment and watching for infection and any cuts she might have missed. Tomorrow maybe he would wake up and she'd be able to give him something to eat and drink, it would help him heal faster. Proper nutrition always does, regardless of whether the person is Muggle or Magical.
Exhausted and worried about the stranger, she failed to notice that he bore no Dark Mark, nor did she notice the Dragon tattoo on his right shoulder. Somewhere along the line, the youngest Weasley fell asleep next to the stranger. He stirred once during the night, opening his eyes and looking around. The swelling around his eyes had gone down enough for him to be able to see properly, and his searching gaze landed on the girl next to him. A small, almost unnoticeable smile graced his features: she was his savior, and for that, he owed her everything. The man passed out after wondering how she'd done such a good job. Maybe she was a healer, but a healer so young and so talented is rare these days. He'd heard mention of one a time or two during the war, bloody hell what had her name been? Bugger, he couldn't remember.
A/N: Well that's chapter 2, hope you all liked it.PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!