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(bonus) The Auror and the Healer

A very fluffy and cutesy bonus chapter because I was feeling down these days. I hope you'll like it!! 💖

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"Win!" Healer Bertha burst into the room, a sense of urgency in her voice, where a five-year-old boy was undergoing treatment for losing his tiny fingers under Healer Win's expertise.

Win turned to her, silently hoping she wouldn't add to his already overwhelming workload. "What is it, Betty?"

She let out a heavy sigh, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. "Auror Bright is here. Again."

"Again?!" Win groaned, his wand and cotton swabs dropping onto the counter in exasperation.

This marked the umpteenth time this week alone. Considering that Bright had only started as an Auror under Harry's supervision a mere week ago, this frequency was nothing short of astounding.

Over the past seven days, Bright had either stumbled into the hospital with severe injuries or walked in with a pout, sporting minor cuts and bruises. Win couldn't help but wonder if there was some secret plot afoot – one perhaps hatched during a long-forgotten Christmas Eve, almost 10 years ago.

"Merlin, Win, please try to attend to the Auror quickly; we need you in OT 3 too!" Betty whispered, clutching a set of emergency owl posts marked in urgent red ink.

Win let out a weary sigh as he straightened up. He'd been working tirelessly for the past two months, and the emergency department had been nothing short of chaotic. Deep dark circles under his eyes served as a testament to his dwindling sleep. Home had become a distant memory, and quality time with his boyfriend had become a rarity. The only moments he saw Bright lately were when the Auror showed up injured, whether it was minor scrapes or gruesome wounds – it didn't matter. Bright always sought out Win, and only Win, for his care.

With another sigh, Win mentally prepared himself to tend to yet another injury inflicted upon his Auror. Swiftly gathering the required potions and treatment supplies, he hastened his steps toward the emergency room. His footsteps echoed through the empty halls as it was lunchtime, with most healers either in the lunchroom, outside of St. Mungo's, or in the operating theater attending to emergency surgeries. The distance from the children's ward to the emergency room was a mere five minutes, but for a weary Win, it felt like an eternity.

Upon entering the emergency department, his gaze immediately found Bright seated on a bed, surrounded by green curtains. Bright stared at the ceiling in quiet contemplation, his lips formed into an adorable pout. Win couldn't help but admire how handsome Bright still looked despite his injuries, his hand extended upward, displaying a worrying pale blue hue. It was as if seeing Bright again after this prolonged absence was floating in a dream.

As Win approached, a smile began to creep onto his lips, recalling that distant Christmas Eve when Bright had made a promise to seek him out for medical attention. Bright had been such a baby back then – Win's baby.

Suppressing his smile and conjuring an air of stern professionalism, Win approached Bright. "What have you done this time, Bright?"

Bright gave out a smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you know, just a little mishap with a Quidditch broom. Nothing major."

Win shook his head, struggling to contain his amusement. "Alright, let's see what we're dealing with."

However, as Win carefully examined Bright's injury, their smiles faded in unison, replaced by a growing sense of unease. "This doesn't look like 'nothing major' to me," Win remarked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. Worry was now etched across his features.