Amnesia
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Summary: The sectumsempra curse did more that almost kill Draco and the whole world is going to see the consequences of this new Draco who emerged from a different death... Amnesia.
Rating: NC17
Warning: the complexity of magic and minor foray into the aftermath and consequences' of action and Amnesia.
Draco gasped as his body was sliced open his vision going black he barely noticed his tears or the wide eyed boy standing over him. Is mind was a jumble and his only thought was that he had failed and doomed his parents, without them he was better off dead.
Harry stood there in shock and watched as Snap healed Malfoy who was unconscious and limp. Snap picked him up and ran to help but backed off at Snap's glare. "You stay were you are Potter, go back to your common room. You've done enough." He hissed as he carried the unconscious boy away. Harry did as he was told even though he was worried and still horrified at what he had done.
- DM-
Severus watched as Pomfrey tried to patch up Draco but all her spell's seemed to fail. The woman and even Severus were getting frantic as the boy's vitals' fluctuated.
"What is going on, why won't he respond to the dittany or any other spells?" Pomfrey said with exasperation. Severus shook his head in denial.
"I don't know Pomfrey but he seems to be ok for now. I say he just watch over him." He said gravely.
Madam Pomfrey nodded and closed the poor boy's curtain. "I suppose you won't tell me what happened to te boy will you." She asked with a sigh on her lip as she spoke. Severus shook his head at her
and left. Pomfrey looked with narrowed eyes and with an annoyed huff went back to the boy who lay in her bed. "I am so tired of the young one's getting hurt in tis school and not being given an
explanation. This was no mere accident." She hissed to herself and pulled out her wand. Waving her wand in intricate and delicate movement's she began the healing trance as she went into the boy's
head. This had to be the reason the boy was not responding. This was an internal matter of the psyche that was being aided by the boy's magic. As she went under she again thought about how complex
magic really was and when she entered the boy's mind she was shocked at what she saw.
"By Circe!" she gasped as she looked around the shifting landscape. 'The boy's mind is quite erratic.' She thought as she determinedly made her way to the source of the mind. Walking through the ever changing land scape she watched as the planes shifted from a winter field in twilight which was both beautiful and dark to an autumn forest at sunset. She found that this was a favorite of the boy's. The summer beach and the spring meadow had shades in them and she was very aware of them taking note of her. But more she felt herself being watched by some dark and primal and it seemed it pulled at her core and her wand vibrated and she hurried further.
Intruder
Pomfrey paused and looked around. That whisper had sent fear and other emotions down her spine.
Causing a disturbance?
There was an answering whisper and Pomfrey wondered what was in this boy's head. She hurried and she gasped as she saw a young boy sitting in a place that connected the odd season planes. Tis by was sitting next to a grave and seemed quite sad.
Born again, saved in body but dead in mind… born again as we.
The voices mingled ad chorused and it was both ominous and elating. Pomfrey paused and slowly, hesitantly. "Hello?" she called.
The child didn't acknowledge her as he stayed in his prayer position. "Why do you disturb this place?" He asked and the whispered hissed.
Intruder, from the outside, causing a disturbance.
Pomfrey squared her shoulders and trudged closer with a aura and presence of peace and calm. "I mean no harm child, I just wanted to help." She said as she sat by the grave.
"There is no help to be giving here ma'am." Said the boy politely. Pomfrey eyed the grave sadly.
"Whose grave is this?" She asked. And watched as a crystal grave stone rose and words etched into it.
Draco Malfoy
May the new be what you wished be and none of the past be known
Pomfrey gasped but the boy spoke. "This is the grave of what was and will never be, my grave of a sort. You see I am this boy's incarnation. To die in mind but not in body is not allowed, not by magic and so from his most primal of instinct's I was born." The boy said softly. He turned finally and opened his eyes to stare at the exceptional healer. Pomfrey gasped as those pearlescent grey orbs gazed at her. The shifted pure white to pure black into that grey again.
"Who did this to you?" She asked. And cursed again this odd world she lived in that a mere boy would be reduced to this trauma. The boy shook his head. And Pomfrey felt herself lift up.
"Goodbye kind healer." Said the odd boy kindly before she was thrown painfully back into her own mind and body. She gasped for breath as she gazed and the sleeping boy. "Dear child." Was all she could say as she wondered what would happen when he woke up? I sense of change and foreboding filled her. And in her mind she heard those primal whispers.
We are born from the vessel by his permission we are free. WE ARE!
Madam Pomfrey shivered but resolved herself. These are the consequences' and she found that good or bad it was time for the world to understand that. She just prayed for everyone's safety as she closed the curtain's the image of the boy in her mind and a silent prayer for the dead on her lips for the boy that had been known to the world as Draco Malfoy, And prayer of birth for the same boys reborn soul.
