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Barry feared staying in the hospital not only that but with Mary. Merlin only knew what he wanted to do now that he saw her again, and what feared him the most was not being able to control it. He knew he could never control himself around the woman, his heart often swelled and he found it impossible to breath. He wasn’t himself around her, he knew if his team mates saw the way she made him weak in the knees, they would all tease him about it. Barry, falling for a girl? They all knew him as a blunt playboy on the team. The guy that always had a girl back in his room, anyone would tell you that. Barry never had a girl for more than twelve hours because they only girl he ever loved, he let go.
As she spoke, her tone light yet forceful as he always remembered, telling him to stay regardless if he wanted to be there or not. As she whipped her head around, he noticed some of her honey brown curls dropping to caress the side of her lovely face. Her eyes were lowered on him and there was certainly something different about the way she looked at him. She had perfected her stern look, it had almost frighten him a lot. Mary reminded him a lot of Madame Pomfrey from back in their day. As he once did as a child, he did now for Mary; Barry took a step back returning to his seat like a scolded school boy as she eased him back in bed. Mary’s scent lingered in the air between them and he wanted nothing more than to remain there breathing it all in. Memories washed over his body, making him feel warm and extremely regretful. Why did he ever let her go? Why couldn’t have he been a man and accepted that she was the only one for him?
When Barry was sixteen he had met Mary back at Hogwarts, their chemistry was amazing and he found himself falling so fast for her that he wasn’t able to take it. Scared and confused, still awkward in his shell he met a girl by the name of Jody Jacknife, a girl like him that made him feel comfortable, not that Mary didn’t but aware of his love for Quidditch. Jody and Bary were two peas in a pod and afraid that he would have made a mistake by not choosing Jody, made the biggest mistake of his life and the one he knew he would regret forever. Part of him wanted to stay with Mary in the hospital in hopes that they could rekindle the fire yet the other half told him it was a mistake and if he didn’t do better this time with her, he could possibly loose her forever.Barry met her eye as she pleaded for him to stay, fearing he was making another big mistake, the twenty-two year old swallowed a hard lump in his throat and gave her a quick nod of his head tucking in his chin slightly. “Y-Yea, fine w’atevea…” he meekly agreed feeling another wave of pain shooting through his arm as he gasped for air like a dying fish. “Fook,” he replied sucking in his breath, “Dontcha got sumt’ing fer da pain, yea?”
The healer kept her eyes trained on Barry, well aware that the older boy (man, now, she reminded herself) was racking his brain for some kind of excuse to leave. That was what Barry always did in these situations. She couldn’t put a number on all of the times she had found him beaten and bloody in one of the hallways of Hogwarts, his jaw clenched as he hissed through the pain that he wasn’t going to the Hospital Wing. That was how she had started to learn to heal, patching the boy who had stolen her heart back together.
Mary MacDonald had always had romantic notions about love. She had an affinity for the muggle romance novels her Mum read and she constantly poured over them, waiting and wishing for that to happen to her. It had, only she hadn’t realized it. Finbar Quigley was nothing like the romance novel hero. He was crass, often messy, and very often rebellious.
But his eyes lit up in a way that took her breath away and his laughter had this infectious quality to it that had always taken her by surprised. And that crass voice? It softened just for her. His harsh accent would roll off her name in such a way that made her feel like the only girl in the entire world.
Mary reminded herself that that was all a long time ago. She had been young and naive and hopelessly in love for the first time. The witch was older now, perhaps not much wiser, but definitely older. She had had her fair share of heartbreaks since that fateful day on the Quidditch Pitch when she had witnessed Barry and Jody embracing in one of those kisses that was supposed to be reserved just for her.
Startled out of her thoughts by Barry’s curse, Mary hissed softly. “Merlin, I’m sorry. I got distracted. If you hadn’t been so difficult I would have given it to you by now.” She held out the potion for him, knowing that it would just barely dull the pain but it was better than nothing. “Oh, you’re going to need to…take your shirt off.” Mary MacDonald, the most well-respected and professional young Healer at the hospital quickly found herself mumbling over her words as her cheeks heated a familiar pink at the request.
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Barry attempted to meet her smile with his, but couldn’t honestly do it without looking like a complete fool. The clipboard in her hand snapped as she hummed softly reaching forward to touch his broken arm and sprain shoulder. Her touch was warm, just as he remembered when they were sixteen, he held his breath flinching at her gaze. Merlin, Barry, you’re going to fly yourself into an early grave at this rate. He couldn’t help but scoff loudly, the man tossing his head back as a short laugh escaped his lips as he raised a brow at the beautiful Healer.
“I’ve always wanted ta die young,” he told her feeling her fingertips touch his arm before removing them quickly. He didn’t even notice due to the fact that he was suddenly having trouble breathing. His chest tighten once more trying to ignore her grace and beauty as she pulled out her wand casting a quick charm on him to reduce the swelling in his arm. “It wouldn’t be da first time, yeh,” he said to her with a soft sigh.
The twenty-two year old man listened to his Healer, nodding his head every so often as her words before realizing she had told him he would have to stay over night. His blue eyes widen slightly at her shaking his head at the woman, “Wha? No, dat can’t happen, I ‘ate ‘ospitals ‘nd I’ve got a big game tom’row night, I-I can’t stay,” he told her with a slight worried look in his eye. Yes, there was a game tomorrow night but it wasn’t a big one, it was more practice game than anything, what worried him the most was being in the hospital with Mary MacDonald. After all these years he still felt like he couldn’t control himself around her, he stood up quickly, accidentally running into the short table next to him knocking over the glass bottles and other paper clipped papers. “I hafta go.”
I’ve always wanted to die young. The words stopped Mary in her tracks, her brown eyes widening. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard someone make that joke. In fact, the words had poured from James Potter and Sirius Black’s mouths enough times that the brunette thought they would have lost all real meaning. Except James was dead and Sirius was locked away and Mary spent every day picking up the pieces. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head slightly before opening them.
“You’ll be back to flying in no time. I used to be pretty good at patching you up and since I have actually training now, I bet it’ll go even better.” She told him, forcing a light tone into her voice as she stepped towards one of the cabinets to begin pulling potions out. “You have to stay, Barry. It’s protocol. I’m sure the celebrations will still be going on tomorrow.” She whipped around at the sound of glass shattering. Without a thought, the witch stepped towards him, shaking her head and causing a few curls to break free from her bun.
“You can’t! Your entire arm is shattered. Your nose has seen better days and Merlin only knows what you did to your shoulder.” Mary gently rested both her hands on his shoulders, easing him back down on the bed. She was immediately assaulted with the scent she had associated with him since she was fifteen years old and her breath caught as it watched over her. The witch rose her pleading eyes to meet his. “Please, Barry. I’ll just chase you down and follow you around until you let me fix you so just let me do it now, okay?”
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Barry couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact, at least not for very long. She had looked just as beautiful as the day he met her when they were sixteen, it was funny how he didn’t know she was the one for him back then but now that was what he always tried to forget. He had messed everything up, it was all his fault and he had blew it with her. For the whole year he had been the luckiest guy, having her by his side. But being young with raging hormones, it was just bad timing. He had met the love of his life when he was sixteen and he knew he would forever regret the day he let her leave.
Mary was here though, her cheeks flushed a pretty crimsons and her chestnut brown hair pulled up in a professional bun, she was a woman now, she was no longer that sixteen year old girl with bright eyes. Barry cringed when she called him by his first name, a name that was given to him by his father from his great-great grandfather. Somehow he managed to glance over at her, suddenly aware of how much his shoulder, arm, and face hurt. He flinched slightly before scoffing at the girl, sucking in his teeth at her.
“If I didn’t take dat dive ‘nd sacrificed meself, our Seeker would ‘ave never catch da snitch. I did it fer da team and ‘cause o’ dat, we won,” he informed her narrowing his brows at her. It was almost like they picked up right where they started, but that didn’t necessarily met that was a good thing. Last time they had spoke, it didn’t end well and neither of them seemed to happy to be speaking. They were missing each other and sad to speak with each other because they were like two pieces of puzzles unable to fit together again.
Her doe eyes studied him, moving slowly over his face. The years had been good to Finbar Quigley and Mary would have to be a fool not to notice that. The angles of his face were sharper now, his face peppered with scruff, and his nose seemed to have taken a break or two over the years. Somehow though, all of these things made him even more attractive. She exhaled slowly, attempting to push back those thoughts. She was a professional and she wasn’t going to let herself get turned into one of his many fan girls.
“Same as always then.” She couldn’t help but smile, stepping forward to place her clipboard on the table before turning towards him. Mary noticed the way the pain flashed across the man’s face and hummed softly in sympathy, reaching forward to run her fingers gently over his mangled arm. “Merlin, Barry, you’re going to fly yourself into an early grave at this rate.”
The witch couldn’t help the small sense of tingling that flowed through her finger tips just from touching him and removed her hand quickly, grabbing her wand from the waistband on her pencil skirt. “You’ve definitely shattered the arm.” She whispered softly, more to herself than him before casting a quick charm to reduce the swelling. “It’ll take me a little while to patch you up and you’ll probably have to stay for the night so I can monitor you on the skele-gro but I can give you something for the pain now if you need it?”
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Joining the BallyCastle Bats Quidditch was peobably the best descision Finbar Quigley had ever made. He could now afford a decent home for his Father, buy the good kind of liquor, and everyone who knew him wanted his autograph and no one made fun of his sloppy accent. Life after Hogwarts was great while being at Hogwarts was sometimes the pits. Which was probably why he tried hard never to think back on it. The twenty-two year perfered his new life rather than his old although he could almost never shake the feeling as if he was missing something.
One of his team mates helpped him in one of wheelchairs at St. Mungos, hospital for sick and injured witches and wizards. Barry had taken a nasty hit by a bluger and fell on his arm, breaking it and spraning his right shoulder. He had blood running down the side of his now muture face as well from his nose as he broke that too when he came crashing down.
“I ‘ate ‘ospitals,” he muttered to himself shifting uncomfortbly in his seat. “It reminds me ‘o school,” he pouted rubbing his bloody nose. One of the hospital nurses greeted him before wheeling him away into a private room. After cleaning up the dry blood on him, she excused herself and informed him, his healer would be in shortly to take care of him. He stared at the four white walls as the door clicked open entering a beauitful Healer with honey brown hair and large brown eyes. Barry felt his chest tighten as he somehow managed to look away, his heart thumping hard as his palms started to get sweaty.
“We won,” was all the bloody oaf could managed to say to her.
There were many things Mary MacDonald had to force herself not to think about- things that were just too painful to bear. The tragic deaths of Lily and James Potter and the loss of her godson, Harry, being at the top of the list. Coming in as a close second, however, was Barry Quigley. It wasn’t that Mary didn’t like thinking about the first boy she ever fell in love with. The only boy she ever really fell in love with. But rather, that she liked it far too much than she should after three years of not seeing him. Most of the time, the former Gryffindor did a pretty good job at pushing all Barry related thoughts to the back of her mind. Of course there were moments, such as when the smell of fresh cut grass moved over her or when she would walk past the Three Broomsticks which was decorated with Quidditch posters, when those thoughts were impossible to ignore. But over all, Mary did a pretty good job at staying in denial.
Until the moment she heard that infamous brogue fill the small white room, causing her breath to catch her in throat and the clipboard to tumble from her small hands. Her eyes lifted to meet his, impossibly wide with surprise. “You won.” She repeated, her cheeks immediately flushing pink as she ducked down to gather the papers she had dropped. “Somehow, I don’t find that very comforting considering you’re sitting in my hospital looking like you got hit by a freight train, Finbar.”
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Mary MacDonald was completely exhausted. Saturdays were the worst at St. Mungo’s and the fact that there had been a Quidditch game right in town only made things a million times worse. She had been on call since late Friday night and the only thing keeping her big doe eyes open was the constant stream of coffee she poured down her throat. The Healer had lost count of how many broken bones and lacerations she had healed, her wand hand throbbing slightly from all of the quick motions.
The brunette stopped at the enterance way to one of the smaller rooms, her eyes locked on the clipboard in her hand as she logged her last assessment underneath the neat row of prior ones. If there was anything the witch was, it was organized. She entered the room, her dark head bowed and spoke without looking up, though her voice still radiated it’s natural warmth. “Hello, I’m Healer MacDonald. What can I do for you today?”
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She had missed it. Mary didn’t think she actually realized just how much she missed Hogwarts until she spent some time away from it. There was just something about the place, some feeling that she couldn’t shake no matter how far away she went. Hogwarts was home and she wanted to spend every moment she had left in the school taking it all in. St. Mungo’s had been brilliant. It had been everything she had wanted and more. She had been helping people. It had been exhilarating and challenging and terrifying at the same time. Mary couldn’t deny the war anymore. She had treated wounds caused by Death Eater attacks, she had watched people die lying in those hospital beds. The things she had done, the injuries she couldn’t fix; there was no denying it anymore. She couldn’t help but think that that had been the whole point. She wouldn’t put it past Dumbledore to have gotten her the internship to show her what was really going on outside the protective walls of Hogwarts. And while a part of her was bitter (one always is when there innocence is ripped away), a larger part was grateful. She felt more prepared now, stronger somehow. Little mudblood Mary MacDonald wasn’t scared of what lurked behind the corners anymore.
But all of that, all of those deep realizations, didn’t mean she was ready to give up the rest of her childhood. She had a few months left before the year ended, before she would spend her summer back at St. Mungo’s and she planned on enjoying them. She would study hard, ace her exams, get sloshed with her friends in the R.O.R., and maybe (just maybe) figure things out with Barry. Things as trivial as cheating and arguments in darkened corridors just didn’t seem important anymore. The Gryffindor pulled on a blue sundress, sliding her feet into a pair of sandals and running her fingers through her curls before stepping out of her dorm. A walk in the beautiful Spring weather was exactly what she needed. She would sit in her spot by the lake, dangle her feet into the water, and just enjoy the day. Her assignments would still be there when she returned and she really wasn’t in any rush to get to Slughorn’s essay.
The walk through the castle took longer than she expected. Mary had a habit of being friendly with every person she met, which was why she found herself being stopped every couple of feet to catch up with a friend she hadn’t seen in a while. She smiled and laughed along in the right places, her large brown eyes twinkling, though her mind was still fixated on simply getting outside where the fresh air would help clear her head. Once she finally made it to the doors, she let out a sigh of relief, only to be stopped when she heard someone call her name. She paused, her hand raised to pull open the heavy door and frowned slightly before turning around.
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She had missed it. Mary didn’t think she actually realized just how much she missed Hogwarts until she spent some time away from it. There was just something about the place, some feeling that she couldn’t shake no matter how far away she went. Hogwarts was home and she wanted to spend every moment she had left in the school taking it all in. St. Mungo’s had been brilliant. It had been everything she had wanted and more. She had been helping people. It had been exhilarating and challenging and terrifying at the same time. Mary couldn’t deny the war anymore. She had treated wounds caused by Death Eater attacks, she had watched people die lying in those hospital beds. The things she had done, the injuries she couldn’t fix; there was no denying it anymore. She couldn’t help but think that that had been the whole point. She wouldn’t put it past Dumbledore to have gotten her the internship to show her what was really going on outside the protective walls of Hogwarts. And while a part of her was bitter (one always is when there innocence is ripped away), a larger part was grateful. She felt more prepared now, stronger somehow. Little mudblood Mary MacDonald wasn’t scared of what lurked behind the corners anymore.
But all of that, all of those deep realizations, didn’t mean she was ready to give up the rest of her childhood. She had a few months left before the year ended, before she would spend her summer back at St. Mungo’s and she planned on enjoying them. She would study hard, ace her exams, get sloshed with her friends in the R.O.R., and maybe (just maybe) figure things out with Barry. Things as trivial as cheating and arguments in darkened corridors just didn’t seem important anymore. The Gryffindor pulled on a blue sundress, sliding her feet into a pair of sandals and running her fingers through her curls before stepping out of her dorm. A walk in the beautiful Spring weather was exactly what she needed. She would sit in her spot by the lake, dangle her feet into the water, and just enjoy the day. Her assignments would still be there when she returned and she really wasn’t in any rush to get to Slughorn’s essay.
The walk through the castle took longer than she expected. Mary had a habit of being friendly with every person she met, which was why she found herself being stopped every couple of feet to catch up with a friend she hadn’t seen in a while. She smiled and laughed along in the right places, her large brown eyes twinkling, though her mind was still fixated on simply getting outside where the fresh air would help clear her head. Once she finally made it to the doors, she let out a sigh of relief, only to be stopped when she heard someone call her name. She paused, her hand raised to pull open the heavy door and frowned slightly before turning around.
