Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

I believe that we are solely responsible for our choices, and we have to accept the consequences of every deed, word, and thought throughout our lifetime.


For the next week, Elly continued her conversations with Brian and Charles, who she found to be facinating people. Brian was majoring law at Oxford while Charles was taking courses in philosophy and psychology. The three had long conversations over the human mind and Hermione found herself growing attatched to them, especially Charles, who she quickly found out to be single. Brian had been dating his girl for seven months.

At the end of this week, Nicole bounded into the cafe, waving a paper at Elly. "Elly! We're going!! Come on, get in the car!!" Elly and Hillary stared at Nicole like she was insane. Nicole, rolling her eyes, grabbed Elly's arm. "Get in the car, we're going to the National Hospital!!" Hillary grabbed their coats and they locked the door. Piling into the car, Nicole pushed the pedal and they shot off. Elly looked about the car in wonder. She had only ever remembered being in one once, but it was only a glimpse as Arnold had been rushing her to his house, as the roads had been blocked into downtown London.

The trip took only five minutes and they pulled into the parking lot of the National Hospital. It was a large, regal buildings with pillars outside with the name of the founders on them. The parking lot was expansive, but Nicole managed to find a spot close to the entrance. Walking into the building, Elly looked around. The lobby was huge, with bulletins and a waiting room off to the side. The receptionist was talking to an elderly couple. Her eyes drifted closed as another image flooded in. A lobby such as this, only deserted and dark. There were people with her and she could sense them all scared. The apparent leader of the group was a raven-haired boy whose face she could not see. Suddenly, the image changed and she was standing in a room with the raven haired boy and two other men, one of whose head was smaller than it should have been. It was that of a baby on top of a grown man's head!!

"Elly!!" Her eyes jerked open and she found that she was sweating fervently. A doctor was watching her with a concerned eye, as were her two friends.

"Are you ok, miss?" the doctor asked. Elly looked around herself, forcing herself to remain calm.

"I'm fine," she muttered. "Just a bit dizzy, is all. I'm fine, really." The doctor, looking unconvinced, turned to Nicole. Elly shook her head, trying to rid herself of these images that had attacked her. What did they mean to her, anyway?

"So you are looking for birth certificates and photographs, are you?" the doctor continued. Nicole nodded, handing over the piece of paper she had waved at Elly and Hillary.

"We're looking for her certificates, you see. She doesn't really remember...well, could we just have a look around. They are public records, aren't they?" The doctor eyed her.

"Semi-public," he corrected, turning his attention to Elly. "Your name would be?" Elly fidgeted.

"Well, you see, that's what we've come to figure out. You see, I don't really remember who I am." The doctor's eyebrows rose and he turned back to Nicole.

"Is this come kind of joke, because I have better th-"

"No!" Elly cried. "It's not a joke. I honestly have no memory of who I am, and I was kind of hoping that I would find out here..." The doctor looked her over, searching for signs of falsehood. Once satisfied that there were none, he motioned them to follow him.

"The archive is a rather large one, so to locate your friends identity, we'll need to take a couple pictures. Then, in a few days, we'll call you when we find results."

"You mean we can't look for ourselves?" Hillary asked. The doctor glanced back at her.

"Only if you have identification, which she doesn't have. So no, you can't. Hospital rules." Nicole huffed as they followed him into a room off the main hall. Picking up a digital camera from in the cupboard, he asked Elly to stand against the wall. He took four shots from different angles and then asked her to wait here. He returned a minute later with a nurse. She pulled out a needle and blood vial, taking out some antiseptic wipes also. Elly eyed her apprehensively.

"What's the needle for?" she asked nervously. The nurse smiled.

"It's alright. We just need a blood sample so that the process can go quicker. It'll be a lot easier to find out who you are then from a few snapshots, trust me. Now, just sit here and it'll be over like this." She snapped her finger and sat down on a stool as Elly took her place in a chair. Finding a vein, the nurse inserted the needle and Elly gasped. "It's alright. It'll be over in just a second." Elly watched in fascinated horror as her own red blood flowed from the needle, through a tube and into the vial. When it was done, the nurse applied a band-aid and stood, tapping the vial. "Ok, you can go. If one of you could leave your information with the receptionist, we'll be able to contact you as soon as possible."


Draco wandered the dark halls of Hogwarts, not really knowing, or caring, where he was. His eye was red from crying and his feet hurt from his effort at ditching his guards, which had paid off and now he walked around, alone, with his thoughts tearing holes in him.

Why do you care where your thoughts take you? a nasty voice asked. You've destroyed everything you loved, why do you care if you remember?

"Because remembering hurts," Draco mumbled, kicking the wall in fury and swearing heavily at the pain it caused. The painting watched him sadly as he punched the wall, hitting it until his knuckles were ripped and bleeding.

You're going mad, you know.

"Go away."

First sign of madness is talking to yourself.

"Get out of my head. I'm not crazy, I'm in grief."

No, you're in denial. You're Draco Malfoy. You don't grieve over mudbloods. You take pride in having been the cause of their deaths.

"NO! GET OUT!!"

Face it. You'll always be a Death Eater. That's what you were bred to be. Embrace your true self.

"GET OUT!!!"

"Draco, Stop!!" Harry and Ginny ran over, grabbing him just before he fell of the ledge of the window. Draco blinked and looked around himself. He stood in the Astronomy tower and had been about to fall out the window when Harry, Ginny and Ron had come up, looking for him. He brushed them off and leaned into a corner, shaking uncontrollably.

"Tell him to get out," he whispered and the three Gryffindors looked around, confused.

"Who are you talking about, Malfoy?" Ron asked and Draco glared at him.

"The Dark Lord. Tell him to go away." The three students exchanged worried glances, and Ginny stepped forward, putting a hesitant hand on Draco's shoulder. She felt him tense and then relax and she pulled him towards the door.

"Come on, Draco," she said. "Let's go get something to eat and then get to bed. You're tired, it's been a long day." Draco merely nodded, glancing around and seeing only laughing red eyes.


"So, what are you doing tonight?" Charles asked and Elly looked up, startled. Wiping her hands on her apron, she shrugged, glancing around for Nicole.

"Nothing, as always," she told him and he laughed.

"Well, then why don't you join me at this club I'm going to. My friends are coming and I'd like you to meet them." Elly raised an eyebrow.

"You mean, like a date?" she asked, uncertain.

"Not if you don't want it to be," he answered, looking totally relaxed. She bit her lip and opened her mouth.

"Of course she'll come!" Spinning around, she stared at Nicole in shock.

"Nicole!" she hissed but Nicole turned her around and she put on a quick smile.

"What time should you pick her up?" Nicole asked and Elly felt her face heating up. Charles shook his head, smiling.

"I'll come around nine?" Elly nodded and Charles walked off with a wave. Turning on Nicole, she glared.

"Nicole!! Nicole, I'm married!!"

"Oh, poppycock," Nicole chided. "You've been stuck inside forever! Get out, do something! And, don't consider it a date. Just friends going to a club, is all."

"I'm pregnant!"

"Oh, you look great! You're not that pregnant that you're all the way out there and you can still look great in a mini dress!"

So that was how, at ten past nine, Hermione found herself following Charles into a packed club, wearing a sleeveless black minidress. It hugged her perfectly, showing a bit of cleavage and her bump made her absolutely glow. They sat down at a table with ten other people.

"I'd like you all to meet Elly!" Charles said above the music. "Elly, this is Nancy, Jacob, Elanor, Katie, Diana, George, Cory, Greg, and Karen. You know Brian already." Elly smiled at them all and they smiled back. Nancy looked her over.

"Wow, you look good!" she said. "Am I guessing right that you're pregnant?" Elly blushed.

"Yes. Three months." Katie laughed.

"Wow, Charles. Don't waste time do you." Charles went red in the face, as did Elly.

"We're not dating," Charles clarified. "She's a friend." Katie looked horrified.

"Oh my goodness!! Oh, I'm so sorry! I just-"

"It's alright," Elly interupted, looking around. "So, I've never been to a club. What do we do?" George laughed.

"We dance, we eat, we get wasted, that's what we do!" he told her, giving Cory a high five. Elly shook her head.

"No alcohol for the pregnant lady," she said. "But dancing and eating, I can certainly do." Diana and Elanor grabbed her arm.

"Then lets go!" Elanor shouted, pulling the others out onto the floor.

They danced for thirty minutes before Elly had to sit down. It was getting hot and she needed something to drink. Ordering a soda, she smiled as Charles sat down next to her.

"Wow, this is great!" she exclaimed. "I should do this more often!" Charles grinned.

"For a pregnant lady, you danced pretty dirty." Elly blushed furiously, biting her lip. Charles' grin widened and he leaned in, kissing her softly. She gasped, but then kissed him back, falling into his grip perfectly.

"Oh, so you're not dating, huh?" They pulled away immediately, growing red under the looks of their amused friends. Brian smirked.

"They weren't dating," he corrected. Elly glanced at Charles, sitting up in her seat and grabbing her soda. Good God, I'm kissing a guy while I'm married to somebody else?

"But he hasn't come looking for you! Go ahead, have some fun. It's not like it's anything serious." Elly shook her head as she felt Charles sneak his arm around her waist while talking to Greg. She stared at it for a moment and then smiled, leaning against him and engaging Katie in a discussion over who was a better singer, Mariah Carrey or Celine Dion.