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Healer Hermione Jane Granger was sitting in her couch in her flat, looking boringly into the fireplace where flames danced around. She had reached a crossroad in her life; the one way pointed towards St. Mungos where she worked as one of the leading Healers, and the other way pointed towards an unknown road.
She had been in despair for quite some time now. After Hogwarts Harry and Ron had gone into Auror training and Hermione had become a Healer. Barely 4 months into her education her Professor had asked if she'd like to become the Apprentice of Pierce Skeet, who was one of the greatest healers in the world. Hermione couldn't refuse and had accepted. To be honest then she hadn't been surprised that she had been offered the position. She was hard working and she did her best all the time.
3 years later Hermione was finished with her Apprenticeship and by the time she had finished the war was about to start. Her first task had been to help those good fallen on the battlefield, while throwing spells towards Death Eaters and covering her own back. It had been a hard task and miraculously Harry, Ron, and her had survived. Her task wasn't done when Voldemort had died and the Death Eaters captured. Hermione still had to run around and save peoples lives, and it had given her a passion for her job, but now it was gone. Truthfully then she was above those at St. Mungos. She had been in the battle with the Order, she had seen and done horrible things and demands had been given to her abilities as a Healer, and St. Mungos couldn't live up to that rush she had experienced. Everything was too slow, too little, and she felt like her powers were wasted. She needed something, but right now, before she could move on, she needed a break. A small job and relax. Normality.
For the first time Hermione didn't rush out and do something new. She went to work instead of pursuing something new, and that was what saved her.
"Healer Granger!" Healer Manley called and ran to greet Hermione just as she came out of the fireplace. "Baby boy, 4 months, close to death," they started running and soon Hermione found herself in the children's area. They ran down a corridor and entered a room, where healers were all trying to revive a little baby. Hermione rushed over, this was one of her many specialties, and helped.
"What happened?" Hermione asked frantically as she cast spells over the infant's body.
"Swallowed some sleeping pills," a younger healer explained rapidly. This surprised Hermione somewhat. Pills? Those were muggle since wizards usually took potions.
"We need him to vomit!" Hermione informed. The baby was going into a sleep, but the Healers were trying to fight off the sleep of the pills with spells. "Give me 1 mg Sync," Hermione asked and was given a potion right away. The baby was crying loudly and sometimes became quiet as sleep overtook him. As the baby started crying again Hermione forced some potion into his mouth, making him scream louder. She managed to make him swallow and then they had to inject a few potions into him with a needle, since it had to melt into his blood. Some five minutes later the baby started vomiting.
"Someone find out how the hell he managed to swallow the pills and why they were in his reach!" Hermione ordered angrily and made sure the baby boy got everything out. The healers left, leaving Hermione with the baby alone. "Sch, did you get everything out?" Hermione asked quietly and then gave him another potion to make him stop vomiting. The baby started crying frantically and Hermione got him up from his basin and held him, rocking him slightly in her arms, hushing him into silence with humming. "I bet you're hungry," Hermione said to the child. "Have lost everything in your little stomach," she smiled at the baby, who was on the verge of bursting into a loud cry again. "We should go down to the cafeteria, shouldn't we?" Hermione asked in a singsong voice while making her way towards the exit of the room.
"Michelle," Hermione called a healer. "I am going to the cafeteria with pill-guy to get some good. Amelia is talking to the responsible about this and when she comes back send her to me," Hermione asked.
"Sure, Healer Granger," Michelle replied and Hermione walked with the little guy in her arms down to the cafeteria. She threw a spell over the child, so that she was able to see if his heartbeat changed. While she fed him Amelia came into the cafeteria:
"She's upset," Amelia informed as she took a seat by the table where Hermione sat with the boy. He was making a few satisfied noises between his swallowing of the food, and Hermione only looked down and smiled to him.
"What a bad mother…" Hermione replied distastefully and looked up at Amelia.
"She was the nanny," Amelia revealed.
"That only make things worse! Who would ever leave a child with pills within reach? Where was she?"
"She said she was in the kitchen…" Hermione rolled her eyes at that. "I asked about the pills and she said they lay on a table…"
"Doubtful! The child is only 4 months old," Hermione reminded Amelia, who nodded.
"She said that the child is called Daniel," Amelia informed and Hermione nodded vaguely while watching Daniel end his dinner and close his eyes. "The father is being contacted," Hermione stood and made ready to go back to the room with Daniel.
"Thank you, Amelia. Please send the father to me right away," and then Hermione made her way back to the room, where she laid Daniel in the baby-basin and then connected him the magical machines that would alarm her if anything happened to him. However, barely had Hermione taken a seat in her office when she felt worried and made her way back to his room again. He was sleeping, but she couldn't get herself to leave. It was an odd feeling, but she really couldn't help it. She smiled and stepped further into the room and pulled a stool over to his basin, where she sat and watched as he slept.
It amazed Hermione of how tiny he was. She had never thought of starting a family, she knew she'd start one at some point, but right now she wished that she had a family, a husband and a little baby. She had no man in her life to get a child with, and it was just a feeling she had. She supposed it was normal to feel like this, because many women in her age had already gotten children. Ginny was married to Harry and they had a child, and Lavender was expecting her second child with Ron. She was the only one who had gone into her education and left out a private life. Hermione realised that she was feeling lonely, that she was lonely. She was married to her job. She sighed by the revelation and leaned closer to the basin and looked down at Daniel.
"Hope your father will fire your nanny, stupid girl to be so careless," Hermione whispered to him, though he was quite oblivious to her talk.
"I will, rest assure," a voice spoke and Hermione looked towards the exit surprised.
"Professor Snape?" Hermione stood, surprised, and eyes bulging and her mouth on the verge of dropping into a gaping state.
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