Chapter One

Pansy blinked slowly, trying to figure out what had just happened to her. She felt strange. Very strange. After the first potion hit, she had found that she couldn't focus on anything. The second and third had caused excruciating physical pain. After that, she'd been unable to count. But she had noted that her memories, good and bad, were starting to fade.

Her face flushed with panic as she desperately tried to grab onto them. Even if they weren't the greatest ones, they were hers and they helped her grow, at least during the war. She'd known that the Dark Lord's view was wacky, and wrong, but her family had been on the dark side for centuries before she was born. It only made sense that she'd join with the rest of her family.

She'd soon seen the error of her way when Draco had been tasked with killing Dumbledore. She knew he didn't want to do it. But they'd been kids, frightened and raised for Voldemort. Everyone had a first instinct of self protection; that raw, undeniable, want to survive. That's how it had been. She didn't want to believe that over half their classmates- RavenClaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor alike- actually wanted to kill people. To make them suffer. That they really, truly, believed in what Voldemort was preaching.

That's part of the reason she'd decided to become an Auror; so she could help fight Dark Lords (and Ladies) before they caused so much damage that another war broke out. So they couldn't hurt as many people.

While she did wish, at one point, that she hadn't made the choices that she did, she also realized that she probably wouldn't be the person she was. To her, losing her experiences... It was one of her worst fears. Losing herself frightened her. Quite a bit, to be honest.

However, despite her obvious struggle, she found herself slipping away, into a blissful unconsciousness. It felt like her memories, the one thing that defined her, were slipping right through her fingers.

She closed her eyes before she felt her body being picked up. Her eyes snapped open, even though everything was blurry, she saw a dark haired male carrying Harry away. The boy looked about five years old, and less aware of his surrounding than her. Her heart clenched. Something was wrong. Really wrong, if a Auror- deaged or not- wasn't aware of what was happening around them.

She glanced around for Hermione, but couldn't find her friend. Not at first, anyways. When she finally did, she was curious as to who, or what, was holding her team-mate rather tightly. The woman holding her had pointed ears and was rather slim. She had white hair and an interesting choice of clothing. If Pansy had to guess, she'd say it was all natural. Something anyone could find in the wild. She paled as the woman forced Hermione- who looked six- to drink a potion that she'd never seen before. Before she could see the effects, however, the woman (and Hermione) was gone in a blinding white flash.

By that time, Pansy couldn't keep her eyes open any longer, and fell into a terrified sleep. Nightmares plagued her. Not anything that she'd gotten from missions. No, these were nightmares that a child's mind could come up with. It centered around her not being able to find her Mummy and Daddy. The ministry was a large place. She'd gone their throughout her childhood. Each time she'd gone, she'd had a nightmare the night prior of her Mom forgetting she was in the bathroom, or getting a drink.


The next time she woke, she was in a hospital bed. The world seemed more clear to her, though everything she looked at was hard to distinguish between. She remembered taking a healing course, or two, so she realized she should know what most of the strange things in the room where. However, that mystery was short lived because she could hear voices, and they seemed to be talking about her.

"There is no known aging potion."

"Are you sure? Three renounced Aurors were turned into children today. Eight unspeakables, as well. Even some of our children were hit and now they're about the age of newborns."

"I'm terribly sorry, Minister. The best we can do for Former Auror Parkinson is set it in a stable home and hope she doesn't remember the horrors she seen. During assignment and during her schooling."

There was nothing else said about the topic, at least not loud enough for her to hear. "You want to what?" Came an angry reply of the Ministers. "Even if you weren't a former known death eater, you're far to you to take on-"

"Minister." Came a sigh from someone she thought she knew. Tilting her head, she decided to continue to listen and then ask questions.

"I know we're young. But that's probably the best thing for Pansy. Being raised by someone who went to school with her... Maybe we can find a way to get her back to the age she should be, but right now she needs someone who knows her; not someone new who doesn't know the first thing about her."

The minister grumbled something she didn't catch. The conversation dragged on for what seemed like hours before four figures- three males and one female- entered into the hospital room, slightly surprised to see her wake. Her eyes trailed from each one, trying to place where she knew them from. She visibly flinched when she she felt pain as she tried to do so. She pulled the covers tighter and just wanted to melt into the bed.

"Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy are going to be taking care of you, Miss Parkinson." The one she assumed to be the Healer said.

Her eyes snapped back to the blonde. "Draco..." She mumbled incoherently. Her eyes moved over to the woman. "And Astoria..." She refused to admit that even to herself she sounded tired.

"Let's get you checked out." She said lightly. "Then you can sleep in mine and Draco's room. We'll get you your own room tomorrow." And with that, the new adopting mother signed papers.

Draco carried the sleeping girl, who seemed to be in pain as she kept waking up. They apparated to Malfoy Manor and Pansy jerked awake during the split second teleportation and looked at him with wide, tear filled eyes.


A.N: heh. I hope that wasn't horribley confusing. I like grown up pansy, though it would apper she was a bitch in the books. Hmmm... I wonder what she was doing in the 17 years later or whatever...