They say only what you wish from the bottom of your heart comes true…

Healer Colin Creevey sat staring blankly at the wall in front of him head propped against his fist as a quill dangled from his fingers. He made no movement; he was so enthralled trying to find shapes from the holes in his walls. He blinked a few times, finally letting the quill fall to his desk. With a sigh, he rubbed his face and sat up right, looking around his small hospital/office/living quarters. He leaned his head back and started looking for shapes in his ceiling.

When Colin sighed up for Healer training he thought he was in for the ride of his life. He was going to see great things, go many places, be in battles and be the Healer to heal everything that needed…well…healing. What he didn't intend to happen was that he was going to sit in a 'pine fresh' tent for ten hours a day, being bored out of his mind. In a war training camp with Commander Asshole and Commander Leave-With-Out-A-Trace sending men to him, who were obviously faking ill. When that exciting thing would happen, he would give them a pepper up potion and send them out, not wanting to see their sorry acting skills.

He sighed to himself and gave a yawn; this day could not go slower. He might as well fall asleep or leave, not that any one in this damn camp would notice. Oh, if he ever got the chance to heal his old Headmaster Albus Dumbledore…he would slip him more than Skeelo-Grow, but may be some Drought of the Living Dead. The wanker, saying he was going to be needed here. Who the hell needed him?

His blue eyes began to grow heavy and his head bobbed up and down. Slowly, Colin began to give in to the call of sleep when he heard loud voices outside. He grumbled, thinking that some blundering idiots were walking by his tent, making jokes and laughing way too loud for his liking. He leaned back into his chair and began to fall asleep once again with out much concern as to what was going on outside. Since he wasn't a solider he had to stay out of their business, or so said Commander Pillock himself, Colin only rolled his eyes and began falling asleep.

Thump Thump Thump

"Don't knock, just blast it," said a loud voice from outside, he ignored it.

"I don't blast things, some of us have manners…"

"What the bloody hell, how do you have manners at a time like this…"

"Shove off you sod…" the other obviously sneered,

"Merlin!" cried Colin as he stood up from his chair and jogged over to his door. He swung it open and watched as Neville Longbottom and Roger Davies carried a body into his tent. He furrowed his brow and watched them place the smaller person on to on of the hospital beds and turn to look at him.

"Sorry about the intrusion Colin, we know its nap time," said Neville without really thinking, he furrowed his brow.

"Was that a joke Longbottom?" he inquired curiously, the man only shook his head.

"No time for jokes, we have a hurt man here…"

"Well I can see that, I can also see that he is sleeping, so leave him here, he will be fine once whatever he drank wears off." Colin said with a wave of his hand. Davies shook his head.

"No, this is serous Creevey, he fell…"

"Anything broken?"

"We don't know; he fell ten feet from the air." The Healer furrowed his brow, and took out his wand.

"Tell me what happened." He instructed, instantly becoming a professional. He looked over the man they brought in for any bones protruding from his body.

"Casey was doing the obstacle course and when we got to the gate climbing, he began to rock back and forth, and then he fell." Neville told him with worry, the Healer nodded as he took his wand and began to scan the body. The Healer only scanned the soldier's toes and foot when he saw the damage.

"Well, he broke his ankle, we know that," The soldiers looked at each other and winced. Colin was getting to the pelvic area when the doors flew open and the two Commanding officers came in. Harry Potter rushed to the injured soldier's side as Draco Malfoy (Colin gritted his teeth) stood by the door.

"He all right?" inquired Harry, Colin sighed and shrugged.

"From what I see so far, he has broken his ankle, hadn't been to the rest yet." He said with a sigh getting annoyed by all the intrusions, and Neville had been right, this was his nap time.

"His stomach," interjected Roger with urgency, "h-he had been complaining about his stomach, something about pain. I saw him after he jumped across the water. He fell to his knees and couldn't get back up. Casey began clutching his side. It's been going on for weeks now."

Creevey looked curiously at Davies and nodded. He took his wand and began scanning the stomach for any problems. The other men waited impatiently –worried for their friend- as he looked over the unconscious solider. Colin actually had to furrow his brow at what he saw at first. He had looked over many men, on the inside at least, but there was something…different about this man. He furrowed his brow, wanting to get a better look, but when he saw the worried faces of Casey's friends he decided to do it later. He then began scanning the stomach and what he saw was not good… not good at all. It was easily fixable at least, for a well-trained Healer.

"Well," started Colin, pocketing his wand, "the good news is that it's easily fixable."

Harry, Roger, and Neville sighed.

"Thank Merlin for that," replied Davies with relief.

"The bad news is that this solider is malnourished and has the oddest ulcer I have ever seen." He looked at Malfoy out of the corner of his eye.

"What's a …ulcer?" asked Rogers, he sighed.

"He has a hole in his stomach, so when he sleeps, the acids in his stomach leak into other internal organs," he nodded in response.

"How did he get this?" Harry questioned with a furrowed brow. "Doesn't it have something to do with spicy foods or…something…my uncle had one."

"That is normally the case, which is why it's so weird now. Since he hasn't been getting enough food, there is nothing to fill the stomach, so there is just acid in there. Instead of digesting the food when he sleeps, it began burning a hole, therefore, giving him the ulcer, therefore spreading to other parts of his body, therefore giving him great pain, therefore causing him to pass out from said pain." He looked at them with a sympathetic expression and turned to face Malfoy, giving him an all too sweet grin.

"Are you done being a smart ass, Creevey?" Malfoy said with a glare, Colin smiled smugly at him.

"I've only just begun." He snapped back, he looked back to Potter, "I am going to guess that the Amazing Bouncing Ferret was his Commander?"

"Who else would starve their soldiers?" Harry glared at Malfoy.

"Well, at least I don't run out on them…my soldier that is." Harry's eyes went wide and his lips tight as Malfoy looked angrily back at him. The tension in the air grew so high, Neville felt as if he were going to choke. Colin cared little for what either of them had to say. He hated them both equally no matter how much he promised not to.

"Belt up!" snapped Colin irritably. The two Commanders turned their attention to him and gave him their own icy glares. He rolled his eyes with out much care, they really couldn't do much to him, and he sighed. "Listen, I am sure all of us would love to hear you two bitch about old times, but he is unconscious and I have to heal him, so if you would get out and please don't come back." He ushered all of them out of the tent; Harry turned to him and sighed.

"Creevey what ever is wrong with him…just fix it…and don't say a thing about his condition."

"You mean, don't go off and tell Dumbledore or Arthur that there is severe case or neglect and battery on this particular solider?" Harry's face went blank and Colin rolled his eyes.

"Colin…"

"Potter, I don't need the lesson on privacy rights, whatever happens in my tent stays in my tent, it is the Healer/Patient relationship kept by all professionals, such as myself." he scoffed. "Not that Arthur would do anything to a man he sees as his own son," Harry nodded, "and I didn't mean you."

There was an uneasy silence as Harry looked at him critically. Colin just stared back blankly just wanting Potter out of his face and forever out of his tent.

"I know," he put simply, and turned around practically stomped out of the Healer tent.

The Healer sighed as the door closed. He turned to face the unconscious solider and shook his head. Taking out his wand he looked over his stomach and the severity of the hole. He shrugged, it was small enough, but had been there too long. Colin walked over to his potions and began searching for his own 'Mending' potion. He had developed this potion in Healer training, it would heal all puncture wounds inside the body so open 'surgery' wouldn't have to be done.

Creevey found it quickly enough and walked over to the man. He held his head up and slowly slipped the drink down his throat. Colin was pouring the potion down his throat when something caught his eye; there was a small 'C' scar on his hairline. He finished administering the purple potion and looked at it curiously. There was only one person he knew with that cut where it was, he squinted at it and poked at it.

He dropped Casey's head when his body began to convulse, the potion was already at work. He let it go for a few moments letting it run its course through his body and begin to mend his ankle. After that had been done, he took out his wand and started looking over Caché's stomach. Seeing that the potion had done its job, and everything would be fine in the morning he stopped. Colin was now about to have an ethical struggle. He had seen... something… earlier when the others had been here. He knew the basic anatomy and internal organs of every kind of man yet there was a twist in this man. Colin sighed and took his wand, pointing it at his pelvic area.

Ginny's brown eyes slowly began to flutter open. She opened them fully before quickly shutting them again and sighing exhaustion. She looked up to the ceiling and furrowed her brow, where the hell was she? The young woman sat up in her bed and looked around the place. It looked like a hospital and then again... like the potion dungeons and then like an office. She rolled her eyes and fell back onto the bed; way too tired to care at the moment. Her eyes found their way over to the clock on the wall and sighed, it was three a.m.

Ginny didn't feel like lying in a bed that she didn't know. She slowly sat up wondering if her side was going to act up again. Interestingly enough there was no pain; she didn't feel a thing. Gingerly, the young solider touched and pressed her side and smiled; Merlin on high she was HEALED! She began to feel all over her body making sure she wasn't going to get up and fall back to the ground. The fall was a few feet into the air; she didn't want to take the chance of having something worse than she knew. After her own evaluation, she slowly got off her bed and began searching for her shoes.

After finding and putting on her boots she reached for her robe that was on the table next to her bed and put it on. She was closing up her robe when she noticed something odd…the tape…on her breast…was gone. She stood there for a few moments her breathing growing heavy. Slowly placing her hands above her chest she gently felt them and did not find the hard tape that usually protected them from view. She looked around quickly, trying to find whoever was in this room, not seeing any one she made a break for the door. Reaching the knob, her hand just around it a loud noise came from somewhere near by and Ginny found herself pressed against the door.

The young woman was pressed harshly against the door. Whoever was behind her had their wand pressed brutally against her neck where her Adam's apple should be. Their breathing was hard against her neck as the held her hands firmly behind her back. She closed her eyes and breathed in, hoping for anything but this. She moved a bit to the left and they pressed their wand tighter against her neck.

"Who the fuck are you?" were the harsh words that left the man's mouth. She tried to gulp but the wand was pressed to tightly, she let out a gasp. "I said who the fuck are you?" she shook her head.

"I…" she started, trying to get words out. "I…" he growled menacingly, and threw her from the wall to one of the beds. She missed the bed entirely and fell on her face to the ground. Ginny slowly pushed herself back up, her weakened state couldn't do it fast enough, and she felt a knee press into her back holding her to the ground.

"How did you get here?" he said sternly, "when? Tell me," he pulled on her hair and tipped her head back, getting a good look at her. She winced at the pain and the attacker sneered, throwing her face back into the ground causing her forehead and nose to hit the floor harshly. She cried out a bit as he picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Feeling dizzy she slowly turned around and saw as Colin Creevey held his wand straight at her face.

"Well?" he growled so menacingly she was literally afraid. She breathed in and out rapidly and didn't answer him. To completely blow her cover? She was already over, he would tell the Commanders as soon as he could and she would escape with in the hour fleeing Britain. If she didn't tell him however, he would beat her to a bloody pulp and then take her to the Commanders where she would sure be taken out of training and have her wand snapped in two. She closed her eyes and hoped for a miracle. Then again hoping never did Ginny Weasley any good.

"What? You can fake to be a solider of the Order but you can't tell me your fucking name?" she trembled in fear, "fine, answer me this then, slag." With his wand pointed firmly at her face he reached into his pocket hurriedly and took out a chain. He dangled it in front of her face and Ginny no longer had a voice, it was the chain with her engagement ring on it. "I know only one woman in this world with this ring." He shoved it into her face. "Now tell me: WHO ARE YOU?"

"C-Colin…" she started shakily. "It-it's me…" he snarled and threw her back onto the floor. This time, she got up much quicker and put space between herself and the enraged Colin. "It's me…please…"

"Who?" he asked as he moved slowly towards her, she began to back up. "Who are you and why shouldn't I give you a hex to last you till Azkaban?" Ginny shook her head.

"It's me…Ginny," she told him urgently, all of a sudden, and red light came flashing towards her and she dropped to the ground as it shattered a few bottles of potion behind her, causing smoke to rise in the room. With the diversion, Ginny began crawling under the beds.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Colin yelled as he pulled her from under the bed, pressing his wand tip to her forehead. "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT? I SHOULD KILL YOU!" His face turned red and Ginny shook her head furiously.

"C-Colin it's me, you have to believe me."

"Did you kidnap her? Where is she! I swear to Merlin if you don't tell me..." he said so quietly that Ginny trembled more in fear.

"What…"

"I know," he came angrily, "you are one of their…whores aren't you?" he questioned bitterly. "They sent you here to check on me! Well, I will certainly make sure that at least one their little bints rot in Azkaban!" he yelled, she pushed him hard, causing him to stumble back a bit, putting some space in between them, Ginny put her hands out in front of her.

"I-I am Ginny Weasley, you know me…" she told him trembling. He shook his head and opened his mouth to say a curse but Ginny cut him off. "This scar," she said pointing at her forehead, to the little 'C', "w-we were outside by the lake. Fred and George scared me and I fell, scraping my head against the rocks." She shook her head. "That was the day you wanted to be a Healer." His blue eyes glared at her and still held the wand closer to her head

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"You could have tortured that out of her, I know what you lot would do for information!" he said warningly, she shook her head.

"Colin, please."

"Did you take her?" he said though gritted teeth. "Did you kill her…where the fuck is she?" she shook her head.

"Please, Colin it's me, who else has this scar!" she pleaded with him.

"Polyjuice," he argued back, Ginny let out a breath, trying to calm her shot nerves. Colin held his head high and gave her an evil glare.
"You have to believe me!" cried the red head, "Please…"

"There is only one way I know it is Ginny," the Healer said though gritted teeth, she nodded.

"Anything," the young woman sighed, he only glared.

"February thirteenth, what do we call what happened that night?" He squinted at her, "Only Ginny would…"

"We call it The Incident," Colin blinked a few times and pointed his wand at her once more.

"That could have been taken from her memories…"

"It was a Friday!" she started in earnest, "it was my first trip to Hogsmead after... Harry." He pressed his wand to her temple, uncontrollably shaking. "You were wearing a Pink sweater, you had to borrow mine, it was cold," she smiled warily at him, "it had a big G on it…" his hard face fell as he stared at her open mouthed.

Colin slowly began backing away form her dropping his wand with astonishment. Ginny? His Ginny…was…here? His heart began to beat wildly as she made her way towards him. She did nothing, only bent down and picked up his wand. She waved it in front of her face saying a few choice words he couldn't even comprehend and everything that was supposed to make her different melted away. Instead of bushy eye brows he saw soft thin ones, instead of a large gruff nose, a small pointed one was in its place, and instead of thin pale lips, full pink ones where there with a frown.

His breath caught as he looked at her, this was Ginny, and she was here! Finally, he couldn't take it any more, Colin let out a loud yell and took her in his arms and swung her around. He held her tightly against him, feeling the warmth that he was so used to yet yearned for it every moment of the day. He heard her laugh a bit as she buried her head in his neck. He set her gently down on the floor and looked into her face. He saw the red on her forehead and some blood tricking down her nose. Red blotches were on her neck and forehead yet she still had a smile. He took a step away from her and covered his mouth.

"Gin," he breathed softly; "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he began feeling her face softly, she shook her head fervently.

"It's okay Colin; I know you were just afraid." The Healer cupped her face and looked into her big brown eyes. Taking a hand away from her face, Colin gently took his wand out of her hand and said a charm that made the blood stop instantly. With the back of his hand, he wiped the blood and tears from her faces, kissing her nose softly.

"Well, you seem alright." He stopped at looked at her. After a few moments of silence, he covered his face with his hands and shook his head. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he yelled at her. "You are a WOMAN! You can get sent to AZKABAN FOR THIS, GIN!" the red head shushed him and looked around as if some one would hear at three in the morning.

"But…"

"This is a war camp Ginny! You could get in serious trouble for this you know! Go home! No excuses! Stop trying to grab my wand! I want you to go home right now!"

"You don't understand Creevey; they were trying to stop me from doing my dream!"
Yet he didn't want to listen to her, "We have to tell some one, your mother, your father!"

"NO COLIN!" she argued, coming towards him. "If you tell then they will snap my wand!"

"It's worth it Gin!" he said softly, "I don't want to see you hurt…"

"I can take care of myself!"

"Just like you did today?" Ginny went quite, "I need to get you out of here, if I slip you out now then you can go home and tell them you needed to get away for a while."

"No Colin!" she sighed, "you will never understand what being here means to me. I need this; I won't survive unless I'm here. This has been my life…Merlin…since I could remember. You can't just ask me to…to turn my back on my dreams, how would you feel if some one had told you that you couldn't be a Healer because you had…blond hair?" He shook his head.

"Then I would have dyed my hair…" he trailed off, Ginny sighed.

"See, this is my time, Colin please, please don't tell any one," he looked at her sadly for a few moments and sighed.

Of course he knew how much she wanted this; they had been talking about it since she was twelve. Ginny was going to be the powerful Auror and he was going to be the Healer, and he would follow her wherever she went, because she needed him the most. The two had spent hours looking into the sky above Hogwarts and talking about their dreams. His had come true, and it was now time for hers to come true as well.
"Ok," he said softly, taking her into a hug. They stood in each other's embrace for a few moments and he kissed her forehead. "But can you at least owl your Mum, she has been worried sick over it." Ginny didn't say anything, only clung to Colin tighter. She had finally found her strength.