Break a Little, Heal a Lot 2
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hp_fanworksTitle:Break a Little, Heal a Lot| part one. |ao3 series
Pairing: Minerva McGonagall/Poppy Pomphrey
Rating:PG
Disclaimer:I own nothing
Word Count:600
A/N:twist, prompt.
Summery: She returned to her office after Minerva declared Potter was back. Then she had to fight her way out of it.
The battle seems to last forever. Poppy never thought she would fight in a war by actually having to throw hexes and curses. Her fight was meant to be putting people back on the front line when others thought it impossible. Offensive magic was never something she was good at but Death Eaters still blast open the door to the Infirmary and she has to fight her way out either way. Luckily for her and her patients none of them are badly injured and so can still take the Death Eaters on. Returning to her office seemed like the best thing to do once Minerva had declared that Harry Potter had returned to Hogwarts. She just never imagined that she would have to fight her way out of it again.
Her students left to join the fight and there is no way she could remain behind. Perhaps healing could become preventing the injury in the first place. At the last moment she noticed the younger Greengrass leaving and not knowing for sure either way Poppy stunned her before moving on. Chaos reigned. Having remained in the infirmary when everyone was summoned to the hall Poppy could only guess what was going on but the students being blasted into walls by grown adults told her more than she needed to know so she blasted them back and made sure they would not get up on top of that. Medical comas were meant to heal but push had reached shove.
She inquired about Minerva. A passing Hufflepuff roared that she was in the courtyard so Poppy headed there. Minerva could only have been where the fighting was worst so that is where Poppy was needed whether to fight or to heal. The world felt backwards, upside down and twisted. It went against everything Poppy stood for.
Students littered the hallways. So sweet. So innocent. So nearly dead and too many literally. Hexes passed overhead. Curses hit walls. For those holding on there was nothing Poppy could do until the fighting stopped so she did that by joining in once more. When she could she dragged students to cover, put them in status comas and hoped they would make it. Determined, she blasted her way towards Minerva and back to back they made their way towards the Great Hall. When Voldemort called the ceasefire she could only try and calm Minerva who went to pieces.
"Oh, Merlin, oh no. He would give himself over, Pop. I have to find him!" Minerva had despaired.
" There is no way to know where he is. We have to trust him!"
"Trust him? Well yes but this is Potter! Thinking and planning are not things that he does. No. And Merlin knows what ideas he will put into his own head if Granger is not there!"
"Min, he is an adult. We can only wait. The Death Eaters have retreated. Let's heal the wounded." Poppy had implored. She had more faith in Harry Potter. She had seen him broken in her beds time and time again and fight to get out early time and time again. If anyone was going to find a way it was going to be him but he would need help. She could give him that.
"Pop, I do not know how to heal."
"And I do not know how to duel yet I managed. Get a move on, Min."
That became that and again the world twisted but they squeezed hands and shared a smile and prepared themselves. If the fighting would return they would be as ready as they could.
Pairing: Minerva McGonagall/Poppy Pomphrey
Rating:PG
Disclaimer:I own nothing
Word Count:600
A/N:twist, prompt.
Summery: She returned to her office after Minerva declared Potter was back. Then she had to fight her way out of it.
The battle seems to last forever. Poppy never thought she would fight in a war by actually having to throw hexes and curses. Her fight was meant to be putting people back on the front line when others thought it impossible. Offensive magic was never something she was good at but Death Eaters still blast open the door to the Infirmary and she has to fight her way out either way. Luckily for her and her patients none of them are badly injured and so can still take the Death Eaters on. Returning to her office seemed like the best thing to do once Minerva had declared that Harry Potter had returned to Hogwarts. She just never imagined that she would have to fight her way out of it again.
Her students left to join the fight and there is no way she could remain behind. Perhaps healing could become preventing the injury in the first place. At the last moment she noticed the younger Greengrass leaving and not knowing for sure either way Poppy stunned her before moving on. Chaos reigned. Having remained in the infirmary when everyone was summoned to the hall Poppy could only guess what was going on but the students being blasted into walls by grown adults told her more than she needed to know so she blasted them back and made sure they would not get up on top of that. Medical comas were meant to heal but push had reached shove.
She inquired about Minerva. A passing Hufflepuff roared that she was in the courtyard so Poppy headed there. Minerva could only have been where the fighting was worst so that is where Poppy was needed whether to fight or to heal. The world felt backwards, upside down and twisted. It went against everything Poppy stood for.
Students littered the hallways. So sweet. So innocent. So nearly dead and too many literally. Hexes passed overhead. Curses hit walls. For those holding on there was nothing Poppy could do until the fighting stopped so she did that by joining in once more. When she could she dragged students to cover, put them in status comas and hoped they would make it. Determined, she blasted her way towards Minerva and back to back they made their way towards the Great Hall. When Voldemort called the ceasefire she could only try and calm Minerva who went to pieces.
"Oh, Merlin, oh no. He would give himself over, Pop. I have to find him!" Minerva had despaired.
" There is no way to know where he is. We have to trust him!"
"Trust him? Well yes but this is Potter! Thinking and planning are not things that he does. No. And Merlin knows what ideas he will put into his own head if Granger is not there!"
"Min, he is an adult. We can only wait. The Death Eaters have retreated. Let's heal the wounded." Poppy had implored. She had more faith in Harry Potter. She had seen him broken in her beds time and time again and fight to get out early time and time again. If anyone was going to find a way it was going to be him but he would need help. She could give him that.
"Pop, I do not know how to heal."
"And I do not know how to duel yet I managed. Get a move on, Min."
That became that and again the world twisted but they squeezed hands and shared a smile and prepared themselves. If the fighting would return they would be as ready as they could.
