A/N: Not the best chapter ever, and quite short actually, but quite necessary as well. :) This chapter is dedicated to Steph and unfortunatestar who left me excellent reviews. If you haven't reviewed - please do so! I really won't continue if there's all of two people reading. I don't want to sound like an ungrateful bitch, but it is quite disheartening. :(

Recommended Soundtrack: Monster Hospital by Metric

Monster Hospital

After Ginny darted upstairs to hurriedly get ready, she was more than pleased to see that "Harry" (if that even was his real name), had taken her advice and vacated the premises as soon as possible.

However, her semi-good morning lasted all of 5 minutes when her kettle started exploding with grayish goop and emitting long, high-pitched howls. No matter how many times she tried to repair it and clean it up, it would just start oozing and exploding and howling all over again, so she eventually just gave up and resigned herself to the fact that she would not be getting coffee that morning.

Irritable, she Apparated to the broken down department store, which, once a wizard stepped through the broken window, was actually the front door of a glowing white stone building, home to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. With her shoulders set, she made her way into the gilded revolving doors to begin her first day of her dream career - being a Healer. She entered the building and easily found her way to the locker room where she picked up her uniform and ID.

"Bloody fucking brilliant," she mumbled to herself for the umpteenth time that day, as she realized that attempting to get the kelly green strap of her massive navy blue houndstooth tote bag out of the jam in the door of her locker was absolutely futile, "Great way to start the day."

She shoved her head through the top of the stark white uniform and quickly put her arms through the sleeves of her plain, lime green Healer's robe. Suddenly, a somewhat handsome man with blue eyes and short, mouse brown hair appeared next to her, holding his hand out for a shake.

"Seamus Finnigan, pleased to make your acquaintance," he said cheerily, his voice carrying a heavy Scottish accent. Ginny shook his hand, immediately warming up to his nice, somewhat goofy attitude.

"Ginevra Weasley, but everyone calls me Ginny," she said with a smile, "Are you one of the new Junior Healers, too?"

"Unfortunately," he said, taking a large bite of the crisp, red apple he'd Summoned from his locker, which was right across the aisle from her own, "Over there's Dean Thomas and Esmeralda Green, they're in our group as well," he said, pointing to a dark-skinned boy and a tall blonde woman. Ginny gave them a small wave and continued trying to open her locker back up, but it absolutely wouldn't budge, and Seamus gave a little flick of his wand and the door burst open. Blushing, she gave a small smile of thanks and dug into her bag, looking for all of the things she'd need for the day.

"You look kind of familiar," he said after a moment of studying her profile, "You go to Hogwarts?"

"Uhm, no," she said, purposefully not elaborating.

Seamus seemed to get the hint, and straightening up said, "Right. Well, good luck today," and went back to his own locker.

Double checking to make sure she had her wand, ID, and quill and notebook in her pockets, she darted to the bulletin board hanging up in the hallway to find her assignment. As a Junior Healer, even though Ginny was full aware of what kind of magical medicine she wanted to practice, she still had to work in every department, at the mercy of whoever needed an extra pair of hands at any given moment.

Scanning down the list, she found her name, 'Ginevra Weasley - Level Three: Burns and Boils Unit.'

"Bloody hell," she moaned, "Could this get any worse?"

It, in fact, did get much worse for her that morning. Her first patient was an old, hairy man named Ralphie, who was covered from head to toe in nasty purple furuncles that burst every hour, on the hour, and had to be covered in Zap-A-Boil cream and re-bandaged so that when the next set of painful boils grew back and blew up, whatever was afflicting the man wouldn't contaminate any of the other patients with flying pus.

After spending all morning and most of the afternoon bandaging him, she finally figured out that he'd accidentally eaten wankerweed, which was actually a type of rare, poisonous mushroom that disguised itself as lettuce. Tired and grossed out, she gave him a potion that would cure him until the poison filtered out of his system.

Sighing, she made her way back to the bulletin board, hoping beyond hope that someone had requested her or needed her in another wing of the hospital. Alas, what now felt like her death sentence was still posted up to what she wished was no longer her name.

She heaved another sigh and turned to the Healer's Aid, the wizard version of a nurse, sitting behind the desk to her left.

Glancing at her name tag, Ginny turned on her sweetest, most candy-filled voice, and begged, "Dorea, do you think there is any way I could possibly, maybe, hopefully get delegated to another service?" she questioned, and even batted her eyelashes and pouted.

Dorea, an old, slightly haggard woman, was clearly unamused and immune to Ginny's innocent-little-girl act, deadpanned, "You'll have to ask the Head Healer."

Nodding, Ginny replied, "And who would that be?"

Dorea, who had turned back to her paperwork, which, in her opinion, she had been so rudely interrupted from, pointed straight down the hallway to a group of Senior Healers bent over a piece of parchment and discussing a patient in hushed voices. "Healer Potter!"

Glancing up to see who had called his name, Harry saw no one at first, but did a double take and realized that the red head he had woken up to this morning was standing in the same direction the voice had come from, eyes wide as a house-elf's, staring right at him.

"Bugger," she murmured, before turning and darting the other way.

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