NOTE: These are one-shots, so you can read any of these in any order you want without getting confused. However, these one-shots are sequential, meaning whatever happened in the earlier one-shots will always carry over to the later ones. But like I said, these one-shots are written in a way so that you can still understand what's happening in any of the one-shots you read without knowing any info from the earlier ones.

"Ugh, I can't believe I have to put another pureblood on life support," Hermione groaned as she set her lunch tray next to Luna. "If only there was some sort of spell that would just make every wizard and muggle immune to that Zenox virus. Or immune to all diseases."

Luna turned to Hermione. "That would make our jobs so much easier," she spoke in her calm, smooth voice. "Unfortunately, there's still so much we don't understand about the human body. When it comes to healing people, we have to understand the science behind the illness, as well as how muggle treatments work for the specific illness, before we can understand what sort of spell can deal with the illness."

Hermione took a bite out of her apple. "I feel like we're no different from muggle doctors. We still have to understand the biology of the illness just as well as they do before we come up with a way to treat them."

"Well, there's more work for us since we also have to think about how to incorporate magic into the healing process," Luna remarked as bit into her sandwich.

Hermione rolled her eyes and set down her apple. She looked at the salad bowl on her tray and suddenly didn't feel hungry. "You know, if I just had the Organink Wand with me as well as some Organink Potion, I could just write about a specific potion that could make the immune system be able to fight all diseases in the world, and then use the Organink Wand to bring it to real life. Just like how we were able to use the Organink Wand to bring some of our old friends back to life just by writing about them." She winced. "Wait…but that would require me to write down the biology behind all of that."

"Right. The Organink Wand can't bring what you want into this world if you haven't been as detailed as possible about what you want to bring into this world."

Hermione huffed. She took her fork and started poking at her salad.

Luna changed the subject. "So which patient is on life support?"

"Ron Weasley," Hermione replied in a bitter tone.

"Oh, I bet that makes things a lot more complicated."

"Definitely. Part of me suspects that he's made himself sicker, just so that I could feel bad for him and take him back. He claims he's been taking his medications like I've been telling him to, but he's clearly lying," Hermione sighed. "His white blood cell count would be much higher than it is right now if he had been taking his Zenoxide pills. He and Pansy both started out with almost the same white blood cell count when they got here, and I've told them both to take the same dosage of Zenoxide. Pansy's white blood cell count has gone up and she's doing much better, but Ron has just gotten worse." Hermione bit her lip. "And trust me, it's not because I gave him the wrong dose. I checked with Lexa about that, and since she's our mentor, she is also overseeing the care of our patients. She confirmed that I had prescribed him the right meds and the right dosage."

"You don't suppose there's something wrong with Ron's pills?" Luna suggested. "Failing to take the recommended dosage for Zenox infection is a very serious matter, and not even the most absent-minded person in the world would let themselves fail to adhere to the treatment plan."

Suddenly, Hermione's pager buzzed. It was Lexa.

"Well, Lexa needs me to meet her in the hospital lab. I don't know how there could be anything wrong with the Zenoxide pills that Ron received, but I'll talk to Lexa about it anyway."

It turned out Lexa had already done an inspection on Ron's pills. She was standing behind the counter, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the purple Zenoxide pills in front of her.

Hermione was standing at her side, shaking her head with horror. "I can't believe it," she gasped. "Someone must have cursed these pills. Their chemical makeup has been completely altered so that they cause the T cells in the immune system to self-destruct, rather than fight the Zenox virus."

Lexa slowly turned her head to face Hermione. She spoke in a quivering voice. "Tom Riddle…I think he's in love with you."

Hermione flinched. "What?! Lexa, what does that have to do with anything?"

"H-he told me he's been enjoying your company in the ICU. And I've seen the way you two talk to each other whenever I come over to verify your treatments for him. I suspect he has feelings for you!"

"Lexa…that's absurd," Hermione protested. "I will admit—I have been falling for him lately, because he seems to have changed so well. He's nothing like the diabolical, complex character I imagined him to be. But trust me. Tom told me that he isn't interested in a relationship. He loves me as a sister, just like Harry does."

Lexa was biting her nails, shaking her head. "No," she was shaking with fear. "No, he loves you, I see the way he looks at you when you turn your back. He must have cursed these pills because word must have gotten out about Ron's attempts to win you back!"

Lexa picked up the bottle of Zenoxide pills and hurled them across the room. Hermione flinched as the bottle crashed against the wall and fell to the floor, spilling the remainder of the Zenoxide pills. "GAHHH!" The young girl was wailing. "This is horrible! I've never had a patient die on me before!" Before Hermione could blink, the neurotic girl grabbed had grabbed her shoulders and pinned her against a wall. Lexa was glaring at Hermione straight in the eye as she spoke through clenched teeth. "Hermione, if Ron dies, I will make sure you die. Then I will make sure I die. I will NOT live in this world with an imperfect healing record!"

Hermione's heart raced at her mentor's words. The young Healer had a perfect healing record, none of her patients had ever died before. Although it was perfectly normal and expected to ensure that all patients were cured from their illnesses, Lexa's paranoia about breaking her healing record would drive her into insanity.

"Lexa—OUCH!" Hermione cringed as Lexa dug her nails into her shoulders.

"YOU MAKE SURE RON STAYS ALIVE, DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

"OF COURSE!" Hermione shouted back, wincing in pain. "I-I'll talk to Tom if you just get your hands and nails off my shoulders!"

Lexa released her. The orange-haired was panting with rage and fear. "You better figure out the source of his magic. This Zenox virus is supposed to be killing off the ability to perform magic by messing up with your wizarding gene. So all wizards in this hospital are unable to perform magic. You better figure out whether Tom is using magic to do all this—if he is, you better find a way to take it away from him…without getting him killed."