doctor hermione
“Dazai, why weren’t you in class today? You didn’t even show up to Potions, usually when you skip you at least go there?” Hermione asked, throwing her bag onto the table as she walked into the gang room. A small grunt of acknowledgement came from the couch, when Hermione looked over she was met with the pathetic sight of Dazai crumpled up on the couch “Oh, wow are you ok?” This was met with another pathetic grunt. She walked over and placed a hand on his forehead “Ok, you are very sick. That is a really bad fever.” she muttered, mainly to herself. She paced around the room a bit, before seemingly deciding upon something and walking up to Dazai.
“Alright, we’re going to the infirmary.” when Dazai made no movement at this declaration, Hermione sighed, and heaved him up onto her back. Dazai obliged and loosely wrapped his arms around her neck. They walked through the halls quietly, attracting the attention of a few kids who quickly relocated at the sight of the demon student. Sitting in the infirmary was Ron, who was currently being attended to by Madam Pomfrey, who seemed to be scolding the boy quietly
“One second, I will be right there.” She said to the two kids who had walked in, not even bothering to look up and assess who they were “Unless it’s Dazai, in another life or death situation, in which case lay him on that bed over there.” she added as an afterthought
Hermione chuckled, “Well it is dazai, but it’s probably not life or death.” She responded, laying Dazai on the bed anyways. “So, Ron, why are you here?” she asked, Taking an ice pack and laying it on Dazai’s forehead.
“I was at quidditch practice and I fell off my broom and broke my arm. What’s up with Dazai?” he responded, Madam Pomfrey muttering a healing spell to bind the bone back together
“He has a fever, I know spells won't work on him but I figured there would be a few helpful things here. Hey, I may have been raised like a muggle but at least I know how to treat a fever.” she said, grabbing a thermometer and placing it under Dazai’s tongue. It beeped and settled on 104.9℉ (40.5℃) “Hm, that’s not good. Do you have any medicine that isn’t potions or spells?” she asked. When she received a embarrassed ‘no’ from the older woman she nodded, turned to Dazai, muttered out a “Stay here” and left
Madam Pomfrey slapped Ron’s hand lightly “Don’t move your arm yet! The spell wasn’t done. Hold completely still.” She said and re-cast the spell. This time Dazai made sure to pay attention to the magical signature. The latent magic in the air suddenly became warm, it was like sitting around a bonfire. Then it shot toward Ron, wrapping itself around his arm like a string. It slowly sunk into his skin like a corset being tightened until it was snug around the injury, then it was gone. Dazai still found it odd that no one but him could feel this, so many people had hypothesized about the semantics of magic theory, but they were all wrong. His thoughts were interrupted by a hermione entering the room carrying three cups
“Ok i didn’t really know what your symptoms were so i made quite a few.” she placed the first one on the table next to him” this one should help with a sore throat and coughing. It’s just made of honey, lemon juice and warm apple cider.” she placed the next one down “ this should help with any nausea or congestion, it’s just plain salt water.” she set the last one down “And this is just orange juice, it should help with actually reducing the fever”
Dazai, just wanting this to be over, drank all three cups with the speed someone would take shots of liquor
“Well I wouldn’t suggest that, but ok then” Hermione helped Dazai lay back down and replaced his ice pack. “Dazai, you stay here for the night, Ron, come with me, you need to get your homework done.” Hermione practically had to drag Ron out of the infirmary.
Pomfrey watched them leave patiently then moved her chair next to Dazai’s bed
“We haven’t talked much since the basilisk incident, But I would like to ask two questions. First of all, How did you kill the Basilisk? Secondly, when we took samples of the basilisk to investigate it, we noticed something familiar. So, Dazai, Did you kill the mountain troll from last year?”
Dazai sighed. “Did you have to ask me this while I'm sick? Well whatever, you get those answers and no more, I'm tired. Special abilities, ask Snape or Dumbledore about what I think they know, and yes I did. Alright, now goodnight” and with that he turned onto his side and fell asleep.