Broken Memories


Not a sound was heard after the bone shattering-fall. Not a gasp, not a scream, not even a breath from the victim below. The crowd of Quidditch fans stood motionless in astonishment and fear. Among them was the prim and proper, intelligent, Head Girl: Hermione Granger. Her hand flew to collapse over her mouth, as her breathing became uneven.

This looked by far to be the worst accident in Quidditch history…

A lone figure draped in black robes made their way onto the Quidditch pitch in a hasty pace. His black orbs dilated with fear as he noticed the blood pouring from the frozen body.

"Finnigian! Finnigian!" The morbid looking professor called as the Quidditch players dissembled onto the pitch.

Seamus remained unmoved as his eyes took in the horrific sight.

"Finnigian! Get over here before I give you a weeks worth of detention!" The professor commanded in an angered tone.

Seamus moved his eyes away from the very still, possibly dead, body, and glanced up at the pale professor, shocked that he was actually relieved to be looking at Professor Snape for once.

"What are you just standing around for? Go get Madam Pomfrey!" Ordered Snape as he bent down to get closer to the body.

Seamus only nodded as he started to brake into a run towards the castle.

Snape eyed him oddly, "What the hell are you running for you buffoon!? This is an emergency! You have a broom-use it!"

Seamus only nodded again as he jumped on his broom and flew towards Hogwarts castle, the wind blowing his golden locks in the wind.

For the first time in centuries all four houses crowded together, around the body. Hermione shoved her way through the crowd of blues, reds, greens and yellows, making her way to Professor Snape and the fallen Quidditch player.

"Ms. Granger, since you have the position as Head Girl, why not use it in order to keep your fellow classmates back!" Professor Snape yelled over the roaring and whispers of the crowd.

Hermione rolled her eyes and nodded, turning around she raised her arm, wand in hand.

"Excuse me."

She remained unnoticed as the volume of the voices amplified.

"Grr…Excuse me!"

The talking did not halt.

Bringing her hand back down, she aimed her wand at her throat.

"Sonorus!" She smiled inwardly, daring them to ignore her now. "If you'll be so kindly to listen, Professor Snape is asking that you all step back to let Madam Pomfrey through, and keep quiet, or else each and everyone of you will be cleaning the Owlery with toothbrushes for a month!" Her threats weren't taken lightly as everyone silenced and moved a good two feet away from her.

"Quietus."

Snape turned his attention back towards the victim, leaning in to check for a pulse. In a fast motion, a wand came swooping down, colliding with his hand. He snapped his head up, ready to bark, when he noticed Madam Pomfrey glaring down at him, McGonagall by her side.

"Move that body in any way professor, and I'll send you to the infirmary, permanently." Madam Pomfrey warned, in her usual murderous tone.

Snape removed his hand cautiously. "We better move now. He's bleeding in several different places."

The nurse gave him a cold stare, "Yes, I see that." She then conjured a stretcher, and with another flicker of her wand and a few magic words, the lifeless body drifted onto the white stretcher. Looking over the numerous broken shards of a Firebolt 2 impaired deeply into the pale bleeding flesh of the limp body. She glanced up at the other teachers, "I can't fix this here. McGonagall please-"

"Ms. Granger, please come and apply pressure to the bleeding wounds, but lightly, so you don't push the shards into the flesh more." Snape interrupted the nurse.

She eyed him suspiciously, but said nothing as he gave her a reassuring glance. Hermione wandered over to the stretcher and looked down at the fallen player, the golden snitch grasped tightly in his hands. She then placed her hands above the wounds, she couldn't bring herself to place her hand on his horrendous bleeding wounds. McGonagall collapsed her hand over Hermione's, forcing her hand on the flesh.

"Apply pressure, Ms. Granger."

Hermione looked at her with wide eyes as she felt the warm liquid seeping under her hands.

"Mobilus."

As the stretcher moved towards the castle, Professor McGonagall looked at the solemn professor.

"Severus…"

Snape just looked beyond him to Hermione.

"I know…"

"Do you think…It will come true?" Her words were drenched with a worry tone.

Snape nodded, "Yes…I know it will…"

Hermione glimpsed back at them, but said nothing as her hands continued to become stained in red. As they made their way through the crowd, every Slytherin stayed silent as their eyes fell upon the injured Quidditch player.


Hermione swallowed hard as she removed her hands. Her hands were so bloody.

It looked as though she killed someone…

They had been in the infirmary for an hour, healing his wounds. It was drafty and dark in the hospital wing. And Hermione was ready to leave.

Madam Pomfrey sighed, "There! The last of his cuts has been healed. I'd say he has definitely laughed at death."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "How long until he awakens?"

Madam Pomfrey walked to the other side of the bed. "Well, he was stirring a little while we were healing his mortal wounds. He appears to be fine, aside from the little unconsciousness."

Snape muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me professor?" Hermione eyed him warily.

Snape wrinkled his nose, "I said he's got such a hard head, you'd think he'd be awake by now…"

Hermione only nodded, "You'd think…"

Madam Pomfrey began to brush them off, "If you're going to be making loud, rude comments about my patient while he's sleeping you can kindly wait outside." She narrowed her eyes at them.

Snape titled his head, "I can assure you madam, we will refrain from saying anything further."

Madam Pomfrey nodded, "Now come here Ms. Granger and we'll clean those hands." Hermione nodded as she followed the Head nurse over to her office.

McGonagall took this time to approach professor Snape. "Severus…If this does indeed to turn out…How you predicted…How will…?"

Hermione's brown eyes lingered on them as she could barely make out the words. She leaned in closer to the door, trying to hear their exchange of words more clearly.

"Sh!" Snape pulled McGonagall closer. "Our headmaster has given me full permission to go ahead with this ordeal in whatever manner I see fit."

Professor McGonagall covered her hand over her mouth. "What if it doesn't turnout like you had…Predicted?"

"Well," Snape whispered, "We'll just have to make sure it does…"

McGonagall nodded, "Indeed…If that is the only way…But suppose-"

Icy gray eyes opened slowly.

"Wh-where am I?" a low voice mumbled.

And all went quiet and still as the attention in the room was now stolen by the awakening patient sitting up in the hospital bed. Snape sprung to the side of the bed, staring at the boy, looking into his eyes as if he was searching for something, some kind of sign.

"You're in the infirmary, Mr. Malfoy." Professor Snape spoke, now noticing Hermione and Madam Pomfrey by the bed as well.

The blonde looked fragile and broken, like he didn't understand anything. "Infirmary?"

Snape nodded, "Yes, thanks to this-" Professor Snape then pulled out the Snitch from his pocket.

"What…Is that?!"

Professor Snape raised his eyebrow, "The thing you nearly killed yourself for!"

Draco looked stunned. "I almost died for that!?"

"Yes! And it was quite stupid of you Mr. Malfoy, to nearly die for it!" responded McGonagall.

"Could…Couldn't I have just bought one?"

"No…" Hermione found herself saying as she gaped at Draco.

"So…I survived…" He sounded surprised.

McGonagall nodded, "Yes, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, you survived."

Draco turned to the women speaking, "Madam Pomfrey?"

"And Ms. Granger."

Hermione gave momentary look at the Slytherin professor.

Why was he giving her credit to Malfoy…?

"Who?" Draco stammered.

"Ms. Granger, the Head Girl…"

"Head girl of what?"

Everyone exchanged glances.

"Who are you people?"

"Oh my…" McGonagall gasped.

"Who…Who…Who am I?"


Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. If I did, the series would be called Draco Malfoy, and it would be rated for Adults only….

Claimer: I own the plot…Don't take it and make me hurt you…