Greg is getting married

Greg, a patient wants to see you. Pomphresh shouted in the vast infirmary of Hogwarts.

Sorry, it's 5 PM, I'm going home.

Find what? Pomphresh replied without the slightest gentleness, pushing the admission form of the patient who had just arrived with all the symptoms of a poorly treated splattergroit and a tampered medical file into his hands. Later, she would regret having been so curt with him, but at that moment, she was too tired to put up with his whims.

Understanding that it was useless to argue with the dragoness, he went to the bed indicated on the sheet. As soon as he had drawn the curtain meant to give the occupant a minimum of privacy, he exclaimed:

Georgette, you were supposed to be in bed. Then again, it's true that I told you to rest, so I understand the dilemma.

Ben holds on, and do you think my boss accepts sick leaves?

Oh, stop your nonsense. Just like everyone else, tell him you have diarrhea, he won't check.

And how do I feed my kid? Do you ever leave the castle? It's a mess outside.

After a moment of silent contemplation, he replied:

Marry me.

Are you crazy? Exclaimed the patient.

But why is everyone asking me that?

Don't tell me you fell in love with me? Not you!

Of course not, I can't afford it. In any case, not more than two hours a week. If you marry me, I can bring you to the castle and you will have access to the ministry's kitchens. It's just a marriage of convenience. If you want, you can continue working and as soon as the war is over, we will separate.

She remained silent for some time.

I don't want your pity. She blurted out after a moment.

In this case, it would be more about saving money. A woman and a kid would cost me much less. And besides, it might turn out that I am the child's father.

No, it's not you. She stated in a tone of certainty.

What do you know about it?

At your age, you should know that to make children, it's the other hole.

No!!! Do you know who the kid's father is!? Greg exclaimed with surprise.

What makes you believe that? Georgette replied defensively.

It's cute. After all this time we've spent together, you still hope to hide things from me. Come on, tell me who it is?

No

But uh, I WANT TO KNOW, I WANT TO KNOW, I WANT TO KNOW. Shouted Greg with the angry expression of a child having a tantrum.

Calm down, please. I can't tell you anything.

I am his attending physician, I remind you. I need to have all the possible information. And then, he could help you. He is his son after all.

She sighed. She knew Greg well enough to know that he wouldn't give up until he got his answers. Moreover, if his proposal was really serious, it was better for her not to get on his bad side. At least until the end of this war. She looked around, grabbed herbaguette and cast a few spells she usually used to keep her affairs with married men discreet. Then she murmured:

He is a Death Eater. And one of the worst. I don't want him to know.

One day, he will end up asking questions.

Do you think he heard you for that? I told him that his father was a retired ministry official who often came to see me. He died of old age 6 years ago, so he won't be contradicting me.

And how can you be sure it's a lie? He could very well be the father. Or someone else. There is no shortage of possibilities and you know as well as I do that contraceptive spells are not completely reliable.

Mine do. That's mainly why I don't want him to know. His father wasn't really a client. His wife had just died, and to grieve, he found nothing better to do than to come to Knockturn Alley and take out his anger on all those who crossed his path. He's not the first lunatic to pull this kind of stunt on us, and usually, I'm prepared to deal with them. But that day, I was with a client who was paying me a small fortune to tie me up and do things to me that I'll keep to myself. He was weird, but he wasn't a bad guy, and I would feel guilty tarnishing his memory. He could have run away and left me there, but he insisted on untying me. It was fatal for him. When that bastard saw me naked on the bed, he went crazy and then he... He...

She swallowed a sob, then she continued.

Anyway, unlike my normal clients, he took no precautions and 9 months later, I ended up with a kid with the huge nose of that bastard. I didn't have much education, but I know how to add two and two.

Indifferent to the upheaval that the recollection of these events had caused in his future wife, he commented:

Now that you mention it, it's true that he looks a lot like his brother. They both have an incredible ability to make people want to hit them.

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Author's note: Yes, the father is indeed who you think. For those who haven't guessed this pseudo-mystery, you will have the answer in a distant chapter.