I have not abondened any other story, quite the opposite really I have chapters written they just need to be uploaded.
"You have pushed me too far this time, I told you I would do it, I did" He drunkenly slurred over her petite form, She of course held her head high and ignored his weekly outburst. Of course it was the same threats, he would get rid of her, send her off to the men in white, frame her for murder so she would be carted off to Azkaban or worse he would kill her himself.
Why she stuck with him? Well not even she knew anymore. She found herself making up feeble excuses every time family and friends would come around. Marriage was a fickle thing and after everything they had been through she felt she owed it to him to try and stick with it through better or for the worse.
The White front door of their small two bedroom cottage burst off its hinges as four large burly men in White jackets came in with raised wands in hand. The woman sat in the chair in front of the bay window was reading her favourite book –Hogwarts a history- which was placed neatly on her lap at page 394.
A small white scroll with red writing appeared just above the front Healers head, as he spoke the proclamation dawning fell down on her like a tonne of bricks.
"We, the healers of St Mungo's have a Medical warrant to escort your presence to our psychiatric facility …" Zoning out she stared at her supposed 'Husband'. He had actually done it, he had contacted a Psychiatrist for her to be carted away.
She was startled even more so when they actually took her wand before physically and magically restraining her and helped her to stand. The Four Healers had to drag her out into the garden whilst she dug her bare heels into the dirt. Merlin she was only wearing a white vest top and red pyjama shorts. What must the neighbours have thought?
"Why are you doing this?" She tried to turn around to speak to him as they came to the small garden path leading out onto the street.
"You know why, I can't do this no more than what you can"
"This is not right; we could have worked through it." Her Husband stopped at the garden gate refusing to go any closer to 'happily' wave her off. The Healers paused for a second to allow the goodbyes.
"No we can't … you saw to that … you destroyed what was left of it … of us" He sneered and motioned for the men to put her in the van.
"It was not my fault! You can't do this to me! Get off of me!" The brunette lady of a slim build struggled against the magical restraints placed on her wrists.
"Please do be quiet or I will have to full body bind you" One of the St Mungo's Official threatened as they forcibly placed her in the back of the white van. Three Healers walked around to sit in the front whilst the last remaining one sat in the back with her.
As the Van drove off into distance the anguish of a heartbroken woman could be heard over the sirens only Witches and Wizards could hear, -to anybody else the medical ambulance looked like a muggle milk Van- Leaving a smug looking … well for his actions he could no longer be called a gentleman, so we shall leave him out for the time being.
The Healer sat in the back, pulled out a white pad and a black muggle biro he looked at the broken shell in front of him, thankful she had calm down enough to let out just small whimpers. When the call came through to the Psychiatric ward it was an unexpected surprise to say the least. One he wanted to ignore, to brush under the carpet kind of thing but under some pureblood marriage bindings, the Husband can have his wife forcibly sent to the insane unit at St Mungo's –or any Hospitalisations for that matter- with nothing for the Wife to do but go.
"I have to ask a few questions … they are simple medical history requirements." He tried to soothe the lady in front of him but with no avail.
"Name …. Well I shall fill that in myself shall I?" Without waiting for an answer he wrote the details he already knew down. Her name, where she resides, her place of school and college. In fact the Healer sat with her knew most of the standard questions but the medical history of her and family history.
"Have you had dragonpoxs or chickenflu in the last 12 months?" The patient shook her head
"Do you smoke any prescription drugs?" Again she shook her head
"Is there anything we need to know about before we make a full medical examination, abnormalities, an STD or a pregnancy perhaps?" Again a shake of the head added by a single tear rolling down her left cheek and barely noticeable body shimmers.
Placing his pen down on his pad he decided it was easier to try and let the young witch come to terms with things before questions started. Maybe let her evaluations go ahead first. He hated woman that cried it almost broke his professional barrier he put up and needed to get through the day.
"Here we are" The van slowed down as the wards at St Mungo's allowed them access.
"You can walk in by yourself or we can cast a full body bind. The choice is yours but don't make this any harder on yourself than it needs to be … we can, um … also drug you if your too strong willed for magic binding" He quickly informed as he heard his colleagues climb out and walk around to the back to open the doors.
"Will you walk out with me?" The Healer asked softly as her saddened and tear filled eyes met his she gave a single tired nod. The back door of the van swung open allowing the bright sun of the Spring evening to seep through.
"Go ahead and inform the receptionist we are here please Healer Davis" The remaining Healers helped her out of the Van and onto the paved path.
One of the men walked little ahead and one dragged back a bit as the one whom sat in the back with her stayed nearby, not to close to be touching her but close enough to grab her if she was going to try anything funny.
Try anything funny? Did she want to run away? Did she want to go back home and beat him to a pulp and happily accept going to Azkaban … Yes … Yes she did.
"Please don't try it, I have alot of respect for you and I don't want to wrestle you to the ground, but I will."
Her eyes fell downcast to the pebbled path, blooming good Healer at guessing or was he using legilimency?
The grounds to St Mungo's were rather spectacular and had it not been for the occasion she may have stopped for a while to marvel in the beauty of the neat and freshly cut grass, flowers of different colours and species arranged beautifully to attract the desired attention, The one that caught her eye was near a small greenery shrub named the Narcissus flower, one of her Mother's favourite, or at least it used to be.
Glass automatic doors swung open and allowed the group of Four entrance into the hospital, The healer who had been forced to sit with her on the journey there, took off his white coat and helped her into it –to cover her modesty in front of a full hospital with prying eyes- before gently gripping her arm to steer here towards the magical lifts.
"Is that?"
"Why Psychiatric Healers?"
"What she doing here?"
"Surely, not her?" Loud whispers followed her person until the doors shut and the lift jolted downwards.
It made sense she thought, to have the psychiatric ward underground than high up where patients could throw themselves overboard in a suicide bid. The lift doors jilted open and the Healers escorted her to the front desk.
"Case 59829A. Husband sent an emergency floo call through around 15:00 hours …"
Looking around the reception area something caught her eye the white floor … white ceilings … white uniforms, everything was god damn white. She allowed herself to zone out of the conversation the Healer and the Receptionist were having about her notes.
"This way Ma'am we only have one available healer on this evening, but rest assured tomorrow they will be fighting tooth and nail over your case" A different healer altogether guided her down a narrow white corridor with numbered doors on either side. Where had her kind Healer gone?
"Your healer will be with you shortly he is on his break at the moment but if you take a seat he will be with you shortly. He will ask a few more personal questions for his case notes as you were less than co-operative on the journey here, and then you will be guided to your room" With that he left her to muse quietly for a moment or so. She didn't want to correct him by saying her nice Healer didn't want to disturb her and respected her enough not to force information out of her.
Spotting a black chaise in the middle of the room she slowly shuffled towards it and lowered herself onto the comfy fabric, having to sit on the cold metal seat in back of the ambulance Van for nearly an hour -which had no comfort to it what so ever- it was almost heaven to see the padded comfort seat.
In the cafeteria Draco Malfoy sat sipping his black coffee, today had not been any more tiresome than usual but having two Healers down due to Dragonflu was … hard work. Working as a psychiatric Healer was more challenging and took more extensive training than just a regular Healer which was why they couldn't just borrow Healers from different departments, that and some of the patients were not very trusting of the men in white coats.
Smiling to himself, tiredly he rubbed his eyes to try and wake himself up. Last night was a bad idea but Blaise was right he did need a night out. He couldn't recall the last time he went anywhere without Scorpious and it was rather refreshing.
"Healer Malfoy" He lifted his head at the Receptionist coming rushing in a bit breathless.
"We have an emergency case just come through, I'm sorry but you're the only Healer available"
"What about the team that brought her in?" He asked as he finished his muffin.
"Trainee's sir." Sighing he nodded his head at her as he wiped his hands together to get rid of the crumbs. They must have really been short staffed to put trainees in charge of bringing in a patient.
Gina gave him an apologetic smile before rushing off to the sound of the reception desk bell ringing yet again.
I love my job ... I love my job … I love my job, He repeated several times in his head before jumping up out of his seat, throwing his disposable coffee cup in the bin. Absentmindedly rubbing his hands down his white front coat to neaten out any of the creases as he walked past reception he took the case book out of Gina's hand, she gave him a small nod and a smile in thanks before he walked towards his consultant room.
"Hello I am Healer Malfoy …" He looked up as he took in who actually was sitting on his new patient sofa, rubbing and blinking his eyes several times he willed them to be deceiving him, anybody but her.
"Hello Healer" She answered without even looking up, had she not heard who his, who the voice belonged to?
"Well … Hello" composing himself he sat in his tall black backed chair, placed the case notes on the table and glanced through them.
"What a bastard" He muttered as he glanced over the woman in front of him.
"For the sake of this consultation I need to know your name"
Why was there nobody else on duty? He growled to himself. Anybody but this specimen, Merlin he was going to be counselling himself by the end of their sessions.
Of course nobody knew fully what happened at his parents' house during the war, something's she kept to herself. She was so brave and well respected within his family for not revealing everything that went on, she even had the guts to stand up for him against the wizengamot jury, pleading with them to set him free and that he was just a product of his upbringing.
He found he had not been more proud of her that day, but it was soon dwindled as she walked away without a single glance in his direction, it was to be expected really but they had memories of the summer before of course …. Oh sweet memory's, does she remember them? The time alone spent in the restricted section of the library reading and stealing glances every few minutes, legs and hands brushing from time to time sending electricity through their veins.
"Look, I need you to just answer a simple question then you can go off to your room until our required session in the morning. If not … I have to use different ways of making you speak … and I really don't want to" He sighed willing for her to speak, wishing and praying she would. He didn't like using the 'other forces' on any of his patients.
Her head shot up before he could say anything else, the defeated and scared look in her eyes almost broke him professionally. It was proof there was fight in her somewhere if she didn't want anyone tampering with her mind.
"My name is Hermione Granger, although you already know that, don't you Healer Malfoy?"
