𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX; the janus thickey ward

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PART FOUR
The Janus Thickey Ward

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" y/n's point of view "

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VISITORS IN THE shop began to die down as summer was ending and the new school year approached. But Fred and George were still making steady business both in the shop and with orders from the Ministry and others.

Over the last month of the summer I had been working at St Mungo's as a Trainee Healer.

It was really interesting seeing how bizarre some of the things patients came in for treatment with.

Illnesses and broken bones were easy fixes, but things like bites, curses and jinxes were trickier.

One fellow came in with burns covering the entire left side of his body, claiming it was an issue using the Floo Network, but Healer Sallow said she could tell they were from a small dragon.

Speaking of dragons reminded me of two things. First, obviously Charlie Weasley, and second was the Triwizard Tournament.

It reminded me of Harry flying around the grounds on his Firebolt as the Hungarian Horntail chased after him. It reminded me of Fleur Delacour, who was now engaged to Bill Weasley, and how her skirt had been lit on fire. It reminded me of Viktor Krum making it out of that task without a scratch on him.

It reminded me of Cedric Diggory, the boy I had only been friends with for a year before he was killed.

I hadn't realized how much death I had been around recently until then.

When I was given the task of taking food up to the Janus Thickey Ward on the fourth floor one evening, the last person I was expecting to deliver food to was my old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Oh, hello, Professor Lockhart." I greeted him as I entered the room to bring him his tray.

I hadn't seen Lockhart since my fourth year at Hogwarts, but I had heard from Harry that he, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had seen him here when we had been visiting Arthur last Christmas.

It made sense that he was here, since the backfire of his attempt to wipe the memories of Harry and Ron in the Chamber of Secrets.

"Oh, hello." He greeted happily. "Do I know you? Would you like my autograph?"

He was already much more bearable than he had been four years earlier.

"No, I'm alright, thanks." I replied with a smile. "I've just got your dinner, here."

"Oh, goody." Lockhart clapped his hands together with a smile. Not quite the same smile that had once won Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row. "Are you sure you wouldn't like my autograph?"

"Maybe another time, Gilderoy." I said, putting on a smile. It was strange calling him by his first
name.

I continued delivering meals to the patients on the floor until I reached two more people I recognized, but had only seen in photographs.

Frank and Alice Longbottom looked extremely different than they did in the Order of the Phoenix photo that had been in the Room of Requirement the previous year.

"Just put the trays down here." Madam Strout, the Healer in charge of the ward told me.

She had been suspended over the last few months due to her accidentally being responsible for the death of a patient. Now they had a few more Healers than usual in the ward to ensure no such mistake would happen again.
I nodded and slowly put the trays down on the small table beside their beds.

I kept my eyes on the Longbottoms the entire time until I moved back to the trolley the trays had been kept on.

The same woman who had tortured them to insanity was the person who had killed my father. And I was related to her.

"Such a pity, these two." Madam Strout sighed. "They were so young."

"I went to Hogwarts with their son." I said as Madam Strout helped Alice reach her food. "We're friends."

"Oh, that poor boy. They don't even know who he is." Madam Strout shook her head, then looked to the clock on the wall in the ward. "The night shift Healers should be arriving soon. You can start to head off, if you'd like."

I nodded and started wheeling the food trolly out of the ward.

Not too long later I was apparating and found myself in the flat above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

The dining room was empty, and I felt exhausted as I walked down the hallway to where my bedroom was.

I passed George's door, calling out a quick "Good night!" to him before I reached my door.

My eyelids were practically drooping as I entered the room.

"Hello, my love. How was your day?"

I didn't even bother taking off my shoes or Healer robes and just flopped onto my bed beside Fred.

"That good, huh?"

"Yep. Just fantastic." I mumbled, pulling my face out of my pillow to turn and look at him. "I missed you."

He had been sitting up, but moved to lie down so he could face me.

"I missed you, too." He told me. "Why don't you get out of your robes, yeah?"

"You just wanna see me naked, Weasley." I said, closing my eyes.

"That's beside the point." Fred said and I gave him a look. "What? I love you."

"I love you, too." My face was buried in the pillow again and my eyes were closed.

Then there was a tap at the window. I could hear Fred getting up from the bed and I opened one eye to see him getting a letter from an owl.

"It's for you." He said and I forced myself to sit up, sighing.

"Who's it from?" I asked.

"It's got a Hogwarts stamp." Fred replied, handing me the letter.

Dear Miss Black,

I have spoken with Madam Pomfrey and she says she will be glad to have you working as a Trainee Healer in Hogwarts' Hospital Wing during this school year.

Shall you accept, you can have the month of October as a practice run, and if you choose, you may stay longer to continue working as an assistant to Madam Pomfrey.

We will be awaiting your owl.

Professor Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster

"It's from Dumbledore." I told him. "About me working in the Hospital Wing with Madam Pomfrey. He says I can use October as a practice run."

"And you're gonna say yes, right?" Fred asked.

"I might." I sighed and sat the letter on my bedside table. "I think that's something for tomorrow."

"Yeah. Right now let's just get you out of those robes, hey?"