Healing the Broken

Chapter 23- Ron's Pregnant

The sky was bright- very bright, and Harry had to squint as soon as he stepped outside. Small miniscule snowflakes fell from the sky and landed in his jet black hair, where they sparkled for a minute before melting and dampening his hair.

"Hermione, aren't you tired of doctors and Healers by now?" Ron asks. "I e=mean honestly you've been in the hospital twice this term..."

Hermione frowns at him. "Yes, but that was the hospital. Whenever I'm out of school I make appointments to see a real doctor- for check ups and such. If you really don't want to come, you don't have to."

"I want to come." Harry says. "The Dursley's haven't taken me to the doctor since I started at Hogwarts."

"I want to see if these muggle Healers actually know what they're talking about." Ron answers idly, and Hermione grins at them, shaking her head. "You know, most normal people don't like going to the doctor."

"And who said we were normal?" Ron asks, and Harry nods, a smile on his face. Hermione grins and grabs both of their arms, and Harry is reminded painfully of the times they had apparated together on the war. He tugs on his winter hat tighter just as they spin on the spot and the snowy Burrow disappears from view.

They land on a cleared away pavement strip, running along past the rows of shops, houses, and eventually a doctor's office. Hermione turns and heads into the doctor's, pulling Harry and Ron along with her.

"Now please, behave." Hermione whispers to them as they enter the silent lobby.

"I do behave!" Harry says.

"I meant Ron."

Ron was looking at all of the people in the lobby as Hermione took her paperwork from the office assistant to fill out. "None of these people look sick."

"A handful of them aren't."

"What the hell are they here for then?" Ron demands loudly, and Hermione and Harry both slap his arm to tell him to be quiet.

"They're here for a check up." Harry says. "They come in, and the doctor checks to make sure that they're healthy."

Ron frowns. "And that's free right? Since they aren't sick?"

"Nope."

Ron raises his hands in the air. "Then why even bother coming if you know you aren't sick and it just costs money?"

"Because, the doctor makes sure that your heart is okay and your breathing... things like that." Hermione says signing her name at the bottom of the sheet. She stands up and turns it in, coming back to the seats where Harry and Ron were and sitting down. Ron stares at her. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Aren't you going to go see the doctor?"

"I have to wait until they call my name."

"What is this, elementary school? What're they calling your name for? In St. Mungo's, you go in, say what's wrong with you and get a healer," Ron snaps his fingers. "like that. That fast. But hear you have to wait even though you know you aren't sick and that you're paying for something you don't need."

"Ron, be quiet." Harry and Hermione both say.

"Hermione Granger?" A nurse asks and Hermione gets to her feet.

"We can come right?" Ron asks, and Hermione nods. They all follow the nurse through a door and down a very brightly lit hallway. Here and there are rooms for the patients, and Ron jumps as he sees a little girl in one, and she screams as the doctor gives her a shot.

"What was the doctor doing to that little girl?" Ron demands under his breath at Harry.

Harry rolls his eyes. "Giving her a shot."