Memories to Remember

"Sir, SIR?!" someone was screaming. I could barely discern where I was. I saw plain white walls and a man in white in front of me with a phone in his hand.

"Yes," I croaked out.

"Sir, it seems you don't remember but you came to us after a dangerous snake bite. We need to know if there is anyone we can call. Anyone you need with you right now, sir, while we figure out how to cure the venom inside of you?" the doctor asked. St. Mungo's doctors' were always known to be so straightforward.

"Rose Weasley," was all I could manage. I was sure she was out somewhere busy and she probably didn't want to see my face after what had happened, but she was the only person I could think of. The only one I needed.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy. I'll call her right now," and he left my room.

Three days earlier –

"Rose I'm going camping. I need to … get away …," Scorpius said in a quiet voice.

"Yea … I was wondering when you were going to leave me," Rose replied.

"What are you talking about?' Scorpius questioned angrily.

"Scorp," Rose replied, her hand on his cheek, "we've been fighting since we met. And we miraculously lasted together for four years. We were bound to break up eventually, everyone knew it. And I guess you've realized it too." He could see the pain in her eyes. The hurt that she actually believed he'd stopped loving her was written all over her porcelain face.

But he couldn't respond. He couldn't console her heartbreak. It was easier for him to let her believe he was over her then for him to tell her he messed up. He was going to propose. They would have been married in a matter of a year. And what does Scorpius Malfoy do? He goes and gets himself fired. With no money to support her, no income, he couldn't ask her to marry him. It wasn't fair. He needed to get away while he could. Just for a while until he could muster the strength to tell her the truth, or better yet, get a job.

"So I guess all there's left to say is … Have a safe trip," and with that Rose left the house. It was a horrible parting and Scorpius was sure she'd never wish to speak with him again.

Present –

"Ms. Rose Weasley? Is that you?" asked the doctor.

"Yes this is Rose Weasley. How can I help you?" Rose replied. It was Sunday morning and she was at home. She had just woken up and was about to brush her teeth when the phone started ringing.

"Ms. Weasley, I am a doctor from St. Mungo's–," started the doctor before Rose cut her off.

"Are you serious? What happened? Is everyone ok?!?!" she questioned hurriedly. Her heart was beating at the thought at what may have happened to Scorpius on his trip. She knew the call was about him, the rest of her family wouldn't have even woken up to put themselves in any danger a 5 in the morning.

"Ms. Weasley, I'm sorry to inform you but Mr. Malfoy has been bit by a venomous snake and as we try to find a cure, I think it's best if you're by his side," the doctor recited as he had on several occasions before.

"I think you've made a mistake," Rose's heart sank at the thought of Scorpius. "He broke up with me before his trip. I don't think he wants me there."

This was new for the old doctor. No one had ever questioned whether they should come to visit their loved one.

"Ms. Weasley," the doctor replied with true concern and intrigue in his voice. "He may have broken up with you but when asked who he'd like to see he only asked for you. I don't know what is happening between the two of you, but you sound as if you love this man. After years of making these phone calls I know what love sounds like. And Mr. Malfoy asked for you. No one else, not even his family, but he asked for you. I'm guessing that that's significant."

"Yea …," she shocked by the doctor's reply. She would have expected that he'd just let her decide on her own whether or not to come. She would have visited one way another just to check he was ok, but during sometime when he was asleep so they wouldn't have to speak to each other.

"So then I'm guessing I can tell Mr. Malfoy to expect you soon?" the doctor asked, still intrigued by Rose's resistance to come while her loved one may very well be dying.

"Yes," she replied meekly, "Yes, you can tell Scorpius to expect me. Thank you."

"Good day," and with that the doctor hung up his side of the phone.