Social worker

He checked on Greengrass in the ward the next day – she wasn't to be discharged till Dunwich signed off her file. Greengrass looked at him tiredly.

"You," she said.

"What were you doing?" asked Harry, and he cast a privacy charm. He got to do that a lot, as a healer.

"What you said," said Greengrass. Harry checked the chart to see if she should still be cognitively impaired. The chart said no.

"I assumed you could perform a decent protego," said Harry.

"I cast one," said Greengrass.

"I checked your wand," said Harry.

"What?"

"You were stable, I needed to know if you had anything else going on" said Harry. "Your opening circle was nowhere near circular enough."

"Well, oddly, given who taught OWL Defence, I'm not great at it." said Greengrass.

"I noticed," said Harry, feeling quite annoyed. "You need remedial Defence lessons."

"Can you help me with it?" she asked.

Harry sighed, and felt guilty for even suggesting it – he had all the facts of the case, knew she'd only had Umbridge and whatever tutorials the Slytherins could organise in their dorms.

Harry's mouth ran off and said "I'm on afternoons from Tuesday. I can give you some pointers."

"Thank you," she said. "The girls at the club, all the girls really need cheaper lending – all the poor muggles do."

"Is that really safe, given that you used to be a… dancer?" asked Harry "People, bad people might come after you."

"Well, if I had a sodding shield charm, and one of their gunnes, I don't see why it would matter" said Daphne. "I can always apparate from behind cover."

Which would sound like a gun, thought Harry… and keep the baddies head's down.

"Did you um… change my clothes?" asked Greengrass.

"Got a female healer in actually – supervising me" said Harry. "Thought you'd appreciate it. Dunwich, you can't leave till she signs you off."

"Where will the lesson be?" she asked.

"Shrieking shack, Tuesday morning" said Harry.

"You're an optimist" she said.

"What?"

"You're not getting a shag Potter," said Greengrass. And Harry had to protest. A lot. Guiltily as he certainly imagined shagging Greengrass. A few times a week. More if he felt stressed.

-=0=-

Harry went to Hogsmeade and at about nine, Greengrass turned up in her muggle coat, and he gave her a lesson on shield charms. An hour or so later, she was capable of doing one properly.

"I need to reopen the shop this afternoon," said Greengrass "This is good enough now, right?"

Harry considered her now, 'merely not great' shield charm, and shook his head.

But his brain helpfully suggested George made enchanted shield objects.

"I've got an idea," said Harry "Weasley Wheezes sell shield Hats… and I know the owner, I'm sure they can make you a shield, um… thing."

"A necklace would be good. I don't suppose it could be an earring?" she asked.

"Considering you got shot in the thorax, probably not" said Harry. Greengrass tilted her head slightly "With a due sense of dread, let's go to a joke shop."

"Apparate after me," said Harry.

"We are not together," said Greengrass.

"No," said Harry.

Harry had a conversation with George about a shield object, while trying to watch Greengrass out of the corner of his eye – she browsed the shelves, and he really hoped she, and well all witches, weren't abusing puking pastilles. And knew he was lying to himself.

George agreed to make a shield charm into a necklace, and Harry discreetly pointed out Greengrass, who was browsing. "For her."

"Well, fair enough, I wouldn't want one that looked that good getting injured," said George.

"She came in with a gunshot would, actually. Works in a rough area," said Harry.

George shook his head "don't tell me – I like being happy."

Harry wondered if George was quite well. Or abusing Billywig venom.

Greengrass brought a pile of wonder-witch stuff, and some brightly-coloured boxes. And didn't seem to be buying puking pastilles.

Harry left, and apparated back to the Shrieking Shack environs. Greengrass didn't come even after ten minutes, so he went home and wondered if George was going to spread a rumour about him dating Greengrass. He hoped not. Well, not while he was awake, anyway.

Days later, his next patient came in, closed the door behind her, a tallish young witch, and looked at him expectantly"It's me – Daphne," she said. But she had short brown hair and brown eyes.

"Oh. Colour change charms", said Harry. "New hairdo um… suits you" he added; that was what you said, right?

Greengrass, oddly, brandished a hairbrush at him "This thing's brilliant."

"A hairbrush?" asked Harry, and felt personally attacked.

She frowned "Stand still" she said, and … combed his hair a bit.

"Wow. Now you need one of these" she said, and cast a finite on his hair.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"This is a Comb-a-chameleon. From Weasleys Wizarding wheezes. It's enchanted to change hair colour and length." she said.

"So?

"It works on your hair, stupid" she said.

"It what?"

"You had a patch of flat brown hair." said Greengrass, tapping her hair with her wand and suddenly being back to blonde, shoulder-length hair. Which she had to tuck behind her ears.

"What's so great?"

"Well, if you work in the muggle-world, it's a great disguise." she said.

'And if you're going back to stripping, it'll be really handy,' thought Harry cynically.

"And I can visit the old clubs without being rumbled as me," she added, "So I can see the other girls about better payday loans. And stuff."

"And coincidentally need your breasts transfigured bigger again," said Harry tiredly.

She frowned. "I was going to just pad my bra," she said. "But actually the wonder-witch cosmetics are really good."

Harry nodded politely – George gave him a summary of what was doing well once a year, when he handed over a sack of galleons that was his share of the profits.

Harry had a sudden, nasty suspicion "You weren't planning on selling Wonder-Witch makeup to the muggles, were you?" he asked.

"Not with that labelling," she said quietly, "I was gonna transfigure it to say 'Working-Girl.'"

"Working-girl?" asked Harry; that sounded… a bit pointed.

"Their pimple cream, and a little bruise cream mixed in would be so hand for all working girls. They paint over spots and bruises, but actually curing would be miles better." said Daphne. "And the girls with shaving rash – it's awful."

Harry didn't think about that for a bit.

"Obviously I'm not suggesting I hairloss-cursed a muggle friend," said Daphne. "There is a statute of secrecy, after all."

She had… hairloss… Harry ignored that.

Do you honestly think any grown witch actually shaves her legs?" asked Greengrass.

'Oh, legs,' thought Harry.

"For god's sake, get some mind healing, Potter," said Greengrass. "You're as sad as the guys that go to clubs and stare."

Harry stared at her neck. Which didn't have a necklace on it.

"No necklace" said Harry.

"Catches on my hair" she said "I changed it to hang off a belly-button piercing. You said about getting shot, which I remember very clearly, and it sodding hurt."

Harry looked at Greengrass. "You weren't planning on selling anything else to the muggles you know, were you?"

"Just… some daydream charms," she said, "It's safer than the drugs they're taking, and… achieves the same thing. They're actually quite good. I like the new 'Binns' line of daydream potions, you just have your mind wander a bit. I did accounting for four hours while daydreaming about being on vacation. And didn't even stuff the calculations up. Well, the odd crossing-out."

Harry didn't know George had done that.

"Look, don't break the statute, right?" said Harry. She nodded.

"I didn't realised Weasley's Wheezes had Wonder-witch. I mean, I've borrowed it before but they sell it."

She paused, "They should get Ginevra Weasley to promote it. She's pretty and famous."

And with that, she left.

Harry did not appreciate thinking about Ginny again. Apparently that was enough to bring up some really disturbing, Voldemort taunting him nightmares that night, followed by the memory of Ginny telling him, post-war that he was Tom. He woke up sweating and very out of breath. Which wasn't medically advisable.

But on his next day off, he went to see George about products. And the 'Binns' line,

Which George cheerily suggested Harry try the 'Tropical Vacation' from, right there and then.

And Harry's day off was spent doing laundry, cleaning, shopping ( disguised with a Chameleon comb) and … enjoying the beach at the same time.

Four days later he might have tried it before going to bed. And he dreamed of a tropical getaway, no injuries, no people dying, no being tortured, no Cedric being murdered, or really anything horrible.

Harry had to nick out and buy a box-full of daydream charms in a tiny schedule gap the next day… to try having a nice 'nights' sleep again.

It really helped a lot with shift work.

Harry wondered, after a month, if sleeping without nightmares for so long had helped him. He certainly felt pretty good. He'd bought a Hawaiian shirt to wear when he was off-shift – as he spent large chunks of every day daydreaming he was at a beach. The daydream of eating roast pig did not satisfy, but roasting pork was not, after all very complicated, even in the elderly cast iron oven at Grimmauld place. Kreacher kept throwing out the opened tins of tinned pineapple… little sod.