Author's Note: Hey guys! I just started this new novel a few weeks ago. I know I still have Secrets Behind a Smile, but I'm not updating it. I already have it completed, but honestly hate the story. If you would like to have the link to the rest of the finished chapters, just tell me. I know this may be a bit shaky with grammar and whatnot, but I have yet to get it beta'd. Other than that, I hope that you like this, and please tell me what you think!

Just a Little Magic
July 5, 1999

Ginny walked down the hallway with her clipboard by her side. Pen tucked behind her ear, it was still visible as her hair was pulled into a tight pony tail. Taking the pen away from it's position for a moment, she scribbled a few notes on her clipboard before returning it to it's original place. Unfortunately, they were not the kind of notes as she had wanted them to be.

She glanced while passing the filled hallway, it was a busy day. Not even three hours into her shift and she'd already had seven patients. Out of that seven, she'd lost two. She wiped a small bead of sweat falling down her cheek. At least, she'd convinced herself that it was just sweat. One of the patients she'd lost was a middle aged man dying of severe burns caused by a dragon. The other, a girl at the age of four with unknown origin so far; they were still researching her case.

Now she was heading to another, a teenager who'd been transfered over from Hogwarts. She smiled, he reminded her so much of another person that she had attended school with. His brown hair, was soaking wet, yet to have the effect of a drying spell. She sighed, and performed one before introducing herself. Already, she had this going on, she didn't need him getting a sickness from it as well.

A smirk tugged at her lips when she searched the room for the parents. The mother was obviously present, sneering at the Healer when seeing her, and to be Pansy Parkinson. To correct herself, Pansy Zabini. It was quite obvious that the mother was the former Slytherin. The brown hair on her son reflected that of his mother's. The same almond colored eyes, and the same heart shape of her face that held her high bone structure. The poised look of her face added to her posture as she sat in the chair, it was as though she'd attended ettiquite school recently. With how much money her parents had, the Healer wouldn't be suprised if she did.

The boy didn't need to really be in St. Mungo's, really. Damien, as his chart said, had been pushed into the lake while defending one of his friends according to the story. The girl had been called a 'mudblood', and he had come to help. They brawled with each other until he was shoved into the water, hitting a rock, she believed it was. Well, this was a definite shock. Did his parents really mind him being friendly with a muggleborn? Just to be precautious, she didn't speak about how it happened, to avoid the mother in case she didn't actually know at all.

All he needed was a minor spell to mend his broken arm. Apparently, Pansy went from princess to overprotective. Ginny muttered a quick spell and the boy was sent on his way back to school. Time for her next patient, which was not the easiest for her to work with.

Always her fellow Healers told her she would tend to get attached to her patients. From her reaction to the death's earlier this morning, her boss told him she needed a less stressing assignment. She scowled. He, along with everyone else that she associated with at work, should have known that this was the one area of patients that she was more attached and attentive to than anything.

Looking to her side, she took a glance in the door she was about to enter. Sighing, she looked around the room at the patients walking around or trying to hold a conversation with each other. For some reason, she found this to be the more struggled area to work with, emotionally for her that is. The memory ward was always upsetting for her.

A few of the patients in here were her old classmates. Almost all of them had done this to themselves out of grief and loss of loved ones during the war. It had been almost a year since the final battle had taken place. She had been astounded by how many lives that had been lost and damaged. St. Mungos had been overflowing with patients that night, and many died because there weren't enough Healers to help get to everyone in time.

Here these people were, stumbling around in a hospital, not knowing a thing about themselves. Not knowing if they have a job, siblings, are married, or even have children, just that they sleep in the same bed every night as well as room that you share with many others that are strangers basically. The only hope is the Healer's telling them the same little details every day hoping they remember something or just remember a fragment of what's told to them.

A mass of blonde hair appeared in front of her and tripped, falling to the floor. He quickly jumped back up laughing as he dusted himself off, and almost immediately began introducing himself to the girl in front of him. Ginny chuckled slightly, but her smile fell. Gilderoy Lockheart was still here. It had been years since he'd been placed here in the hospital.

He was indeed very gifted with memory charms as he claimed, as he was one of the patients who were more than likely to have his memory return. There were two patients that held these odds, him and another female patient. She was not much in difference to the Healer's age. The girl's memory had been obliterated to so much extent, she had almost no chance of recovering. Though, the Healer kept persisting that the girl would still go through her regular therapy. Miracles can happen, right?

"Why hello" she turned to face the one patient she'd been thinking about.

The girl had her hair laying gently down on her shoulders today, it had been a ponytail recently for the last few days. The Healer smiled at her in return. "My name is..." the girl's smile left her as she pondered this thought when realizing that she didn't know.

"Don't worry dear. Would you like to follow me please?" she asked the girl and the girl nodded.

Ginny led the girl to her bed where she was, and placed the covers over her. She yawned. It was getting a bit late, but she still had an hour or so of therapy with the patient. Before walking away from the patient, the fragile girl spoke once more. "Could you do me a favor?"

Ginny turned around to see the girl's eyes hopeful. She smiled and nodded to the girl. The girl had asked Ginny to read her a story. Ginny looked at the girl, she wasn't supposed to do these things normally for the patients, but it couldn't hurt for just a story. Maybe if she told the right one, it would help. "What kind of story would you like?" she asked her and the girl smiled brightly.

"One that has everything." Ginny nodded once more. "How would you like a story that has action, adventure, death, dark wizards, war, and romance?"

The girl's smile broadened. She nodded eagerly in a hurry for the story to get started. Ginny smiled, maybe this would work after all. She pulled up a chair next to the girl's bed and pushed a strand of hair away from her face. Gently, she set her clipboard at the foot of the girl's bed.

"What's this story about? How does it begin?!" the girl asked anxiously. A finger was put to the girl's lips to silence her questioning. The girl silently obeyed and just surveyed Ginny with her eyes, trying to point her out. Ginny began, "The story begins with just a little magic. Where two enemies defied boundaries of logic and sense by falling in love despite their views and hatred for one another. Where they promised to overcome all obstacles thrown in their path." Ginny placed her hands in her lap and sighed. "This is the story of Draco and Hermione.."