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Volume II: Burn

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307200,3641 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Scars Remind Us

May 6, 2005 12:03 PM


She was feeling poorly and had been nauseous several mornings in a row. Hannah was tired all the time lately. She was beginning to be worried about being pregnant, to be honest, and her paranoia about it had led her to seek a healer at St. Mungos. She was currently in the waiting area.

"Abbott?"

"Here," she said, gathering her things.

The mediwitch took her to a small room that was rather cold and told her to disrobe. She did and put on the little paper gown and paper slippers provided. It was freezing in there. She shivered and rubbed her arms. Hannah turned when the door opened.

"Hello, Miss Abbott. I'm Healer Nott. You wish to check to make sure you aren't..." he looked up and seemed to stare at har for a long time. "Pregnant?"

Hannah blinked. Then she blushed. Of course she need this sort of exam, and the healer is a handsome man. Of course. His brown hair fell over his forehead, and his eyes were very blue. There was also something vaguely familiar about him as well. Hannah searched her brain.

"Theodore Nott?"

He blinked in surprise. "Hannah Abbott. Of course. We were at Hogwarts together. You had the blonde pigtails."

She laughed.

"You were also in Dumbledore's Army," he added.

She nodded. There had been a lot of press about that group. Those that ahd trained with Harry in his fifth year had a good showing in the Battle of Hogwarts. Most of them had even survived.

"You probably don't recall this, but I healed the cut on your cheek in the Battle at Hogwarts. I spent all my time in sixth and seventh year either with Snape in the potions lab or Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary."

"I'm sorry," Hannah said, a hand subconsciously going to her cheek. "I don't recall."

She did recall the sting of the hex that sliced her face open. She would never forget that.

"You were in shock," he replied. "So you know what happened to me. I'm a healer. What are you doing these days?"

"Heard of the Watcher's Council?"

"The super Muggles all over the Prophet? Who hasn't? Wait. You work for them? You aren't one of their watching people, are you?"

"No, I'm the Ministry liaison."

"That's fantastic. Have you slayed any vampires?"

"I have, actually. It was scary."

"Scarier than your Herbology O.W.L.?"

Hannah glared mildly. She'd had a panic attack at fifteen during an exam. That and blonde pigtails were forever etched as her trademarks.

She sighed. "I am never going to live that down, am I?"

"Probably not," he said. "But there are worse things to have to live down, in my opinion. So... pregnancy test, hmm? I just need a some samples for the test. I'll take some blood, and I'll need you to pee in a cup. What makes you think you're pregnant? Were you trying or..."

He trailed off when Hannah blushed darkly.

"All right then," he said with a smile. "That's your business, but do you have any symptoms? Is that why you are concerned?"

"I've been nauseous of the mornings and very tired lately."

He nodded and used a spell to draw her blood into a vial. Hannah winced slightly.

"Sorry," he said in a soft voice.

He smoothed the sting from her arm with a few light touches. Hannah smiled at him.

He handed her a cup. "There's a small loo through there. I'll do the spell in the blood while you are in."

Hannah nodded and took the cup. When she got in the water closet to do her business, she noticed the paper gown was gaping in the back. He'd likely just gotten an eyeful of her pink cotton knickers. She blushed. As if she was not embarrassed enough, now he had seen her knickers.

It was difficult to go in that tiny cup. Hannah was worried she's pee on herself. Somehow she managed it, though. She washed her hands after, put the lid on the container and shuffled back into the room. He was smiling at her in an amused way. She was sure he'd seen her knickers by that smirk. Her skin involuntarily pinkened at the thought.

"Well, your blood doesn't say you're pregnant."

He set her urine sample on the counter and tapped it with his wand while saying an incantation Hannah was unfamiliar with. The liquid within turned clear.

"Is that bad?" she asked.

"Not if you don't want to be pregnant. If you had been pregnant, it would have turned blue. I think you're safe. Unless you wanted to be pregnant. In which case, my condolences."

Hannah laughed. "Someday, but not right now."

"I understand that completely. My mother is after grandchildren like a niffler after gold."

Hannah laughed, thinking of Blaise and his family. Draco had also said more than once his mother dropped anvils about grandchildren. Perhaps that was a Slytherin parent thing?

"I'm going to write you a script for a contraceptive potion if you are not currently on one."

"I am."

Healer Nott took out a pad and scribbled anyhow. "I want you to go to the apothecary in Diagon and ask for this one specifically. It's the best. Tell Mr. Burbage that I sent you, and he won't charge you full price."

"Thank you."

"Listen," he said, looking slightly nervous. "I was wondering if I could owl you? Maybe we could grab lunch sometime and catch up when you aren't wearing a paper gown?"

Hannah blinked in surprise. Was he asking her out? After testing her tinkle for pregnancy? Maybe he just meant it friendly and she was reading too much into it. He probably just wanted to catch up, reconnect with someone from school.

"Unless-"

"Oh no," she said quickly to reassure him he had not offended. "That sounds lovely. I'm at the council most days. It's in Wiltshire. Just owl me. I'm sure I can find time to get away. They're fairly flexible with my schedule."

"Perhaps I could visit your work? Tour the grounds? I do admit to being curious after everything I have read in the Prophet."

Hannah smiled. "I think that can be arranged."

"Now, if you'll just..." he paused, looking at her neck. "What's this then?"

Hannah was surprised when he slid a finger over her bite scar. He had a very gentle touch, very soothing and comforting, but she supposed that was good since he was a healer.

"It's a vampire bite. I was attacked on a patrol one night. It's fine really. Doesn't bother me any longer. It's only ugly."

"I could-"

Hannah didn't want to give him any extra work or cause trouble. Her not liking it was just her being vain. "Healer Nott-"

"Please call me Theo."

"Hannah then." She shook her head. "I've already had it seen about. It was made by a supernatural creature. Which means it can't be magicked away."

"Would you permit me to look into that further?"

Hannah was surprised. "Of course. If you'd like. I would be pleased if I could have it removed. Though I am getting a bit used to it. Where I work, a battle scar is considered a badge of honor."

"Well, scars are sort of a hobby of mine. I like to see if I can minimize their influence and damage."

He smiled at her, and Hannah thought he had a nice smile. Perhaps she could introduce him to Anya or Buffy at the Council. Maybe even Willow if she was on boys this time around. She would like to see her new friends having some dates, and Theo seemed nice enough. He'd been very kind and understanding to her today.
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