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Chapter 2

Last chapter: His heart soared with the beautiful memories and moments he had shared with he, that came flooding in with her sight.

With Hermione Granger, his only love.

:.Flashback.:

Nineteen-year-old Ronald Weasley fussed around his so-called room, trying to locate his maroon sock. He flipped over all his dirty clothes, tossed around some random papers, magazines, etc but in vain. It was already 7: 57 and he had to make it to St. Mungos, in three minutes exact, for his first day at internship. He rummaged around in his closet when he finally found his sock under a pile of stinking tees, which he had not sent for wash in ages. He put on his sock, rushed a hand through his mass of red hair, and put on his shoes. The time now 7: 59.

When he finally had all his clothes intact, put on his black cloak, he rushed down the stairs, to meet his beaming mother.

"Oh my Ronniekinns! You look so grown up and handsome," she squealed with happiness, tears in her soft brown eyes. She hugged him hard, "My son, a healer! I could not be more proud," she said planting kisses all over his face, which had turned scarlet.

"Mum...get a grip," Ron muttered, trying to push her away. He was already late and he did not want any further delay. "Mum I am already running late, would you mind rescheduling all this to another time."

Mrs. Weasley broke away breathlessly, wiping her tears, "Oh well, I guess you should leave now," she said adjusting the collar of his shirt. "Did you eat something?"

"Yeah," Ron lied as he made his way out of the house.

His father, Mr. Weasley came bustling down the stairs too, making their way to work. "Hey Ron, all ready, my boy?"

"Yup"

"Then let's leave. Bye Molly." He planted a kiss on his wife's tear streaked face and Ron followed suit.

"See you in the evening."

And they apparated to their respective destinations.

Ron landed in front of the old run down shop and casually stepped through the glass window where the dummy in green nylon stood. He reached to reception, and saw a huge sign in front of it, 'Internship Program, Level 10'

When he finally reached the auditorium, it was 8: 05 and it was all quiet inside, meaning that meeting had already started. So much for my first day impression, he scowled, as he made his way tentatively through the doors.

The hall was small, but about thirty people filled its seats. A lone man was standing at the podium, obviously giving a speech. Ron hurriedly scanned the room for an empty seat, but the man had already spotted him. The man was tall, a little over weight, about 50, scrutinized him for about some minutes, when he finally averted his eyes and motioned him to sit. 'Great first impression!'

Ron turned around and spotted an empty one, next to a bespectacled person. He sat down, as the man started to speak again.

"As I was saying before we were interrupted, being a healer brings a huge lot of responsibility with it. It is no joke, and requires your full concentration and time. So you can forget about your social life for some years, until you become a respectful healer, if you manage to, then you might have some time to yourself. Now when I began this program about 30 years ago, I was not given all the facilities as you are. I came to this level on my own – the man continued. Ron was having some difficulty paying attention to this person, as he turned his head and shuffled in his seat.

"Hermione, god you startled me!" Hermione Granger his friend since nearly eight years had replaced the bespectacled person and was watching him closely. She too like him was a healer. Ron never thought Hermione could ever be interested in this, he always thought she would go in for some kind of spew stuff. However, here they were.

"Yeah, whatever. Why were you late?" she asked clearly not happy. Typical Hermione.

"Jeez, Hermione! It is only five minutes!" Ron exclaimed. Seeing that Hermione wasn't convinced Ron continued, "Because I over slept, misplaced my only 'wearable' sock and was ambushed by my mum's squealing and crying and hugging and kissing again for the hundredth time since I became a healer."

"Ron you sound like you aren't happy about all this," she frowned.

"I am. But what's the big deal about it? I am here to work, not to listen to him brag about his 'achievements!''"

"Whatever, your excuses aren't going to work here. Mr. McDermott here is very strict."

"I can guess that." Mr. McDermott soberly continued now something about your level of concentration. "By the way, why aren't you listening to him?" she questioned her. Hermione Granger would never miss something this 'important'.

"I have already gone through his book, 'Paths for success', thrice before. Clearly, the man certainly knows –

"Hermione cut the crap okay? What this man needs is a dose of fun. Looks like he has not laughed in ages. His jaw is set in this typical Blast Ending screwts way – Ron explained Hermione, while McDermott carried on.

"Concentration is very important while handling your cases. Your attention should not wander for even a second! Those who cannot focus should just step out or review their concentration level. Like for instance right now, Mr. Walk-In-Late can not even pay attention to this, do you think he'll be able to handle real cases?"

Ron suddenly became aware of the fact that the room had got unusually quiet. He looked around, to find all the people including McDermott staring at him. Hermione hissed, "Stand-up"

Ron stood up, acutely aware of everyone around him and faced McDermott. Great.

"What is your name?" McDermott asked.

"If I said Voldermort, you wouldn't believe me, would you?" he joked. He felt Hermione squirm besides him, clearly angry.

"I would if you had red slits instead of those blue eyes."

"Ronald Weasley, sir."

"Now, Mr. Weasley you do not appear to be quiet interested?" he said walking around the stage.

"I am sir. In my work, not long speeches."

Hermione knew, he had blown up big time.

"Good. We should learn from people like you, how enthusiastic and focused you are," he said smiling, applauding slightly for him. The people followed suit. Ron waved around, grinning. "Then you wouldn't mind me asking you to join me for some enlightening session in my office this evening at seven, would you?"

"I – uh"

"I'll be waiting for you, Mr. Weasley. I in fact am in good contact with your parents. Arthur Weasley, right?"

"Um...yes."

"So you would be there. And don't be late; I'm a fanatic for punctuality."

"Yes, sir." Ron replied completely baffled. "Sir, does this mean something like detention?"

"Whatever, you may call it," McDermott replied smirking. "You may sit down now." As he started, off again.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Hermione hissed anger in her voice and sharp eyes.

"Me? What is wrong with that guy? Giving me detention, I am nineteen."

"You deserve it," Hermione said and turned around to face McDermott, not more interested in Ron. Ron sat there looking at McDermott though nothing invading his brain.

"This year something unusual is planned for your internship course. The usual working around the hospital is not going to be the order. Things will change, to make you more aware and trained. This year, all of you pay attention, even Mr. Weasley. This year you will work in conditions that would challenge you. Both mentally and physically." Hermione edged close on her seat, her eyes fixed.

"You will be sent to Sudan in Africa. You will work there as a volunteer near an all-magical village. This will be tough. The weather, the people, the location, everything is going to be different and hard. Very hard. There would be a little connection with the wizarding world here." He paused. "Now who ever want to go forward will have to choose this path or else let their degrees go waste. But I have already warned you, I don't want any cry babies there. Those who think they can cope up, may join in, the others may step back. There is no forcing, if want to really do it, then go for it."

"I'll be with you there for a period of about three months. Please sign up those who wish to and submit your names and necessary details by today until six in the evening, where Mr. Weasley and I would go through them. We will be leaving shortly on the coming Saturday. The details will reach you. Till then goodbye, forever to those who have chickened out." McDermott left the podium and made his way out.

A/N – Okay people, this is done. I'm going to tell you how they fell in love, separated and went through to became healers. Pretty much how they landed where they are.

Nothing much as such happens just a way of bringing this up! Please review, if you have read this until the end, a few seconds would not hurt would they.  That way you'll brighten my day up!

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