-Chapter 6-
"There are friends, there is family, and then there are friends who become family"
- unknown
"Mrs. Malfoy!" Hermione opened the door and was surprised to see Draco's mother.
She was dressed in all black and had a grey streak of hair in her black hair.
"Oh. Hermione! What a surprise. I didn't expect to see you here." Narcissa said with poise. She was very calm and steady, which Hermione didn't expect, due to the fact that Hermione was in her pajamas with her poofy hair in a bun.
"Uh- I'm sorry. Please, come in." Hermione stepped aside.
Narcissa entered and observed the house.
"Dear, i'm sorry for dropping by without notice, I didn't want to startle you."
Hermione realized, she had never personally met or talked to Narcissa yet, and for her to be here right now, made Hermione stiff and nervous.
"No no. It's okay. Would you like some tea or coffee?" Hermione walked to the kitchen, still on her blue owl pajamas with some white stars. Hopefully, Narcissa didn't get the wrong idea.
"Tea would be delightful." Narcissa took a seat in the brown couch.
Hermione was thankful that she cleaned the house because if she didn't, it wouldn't be just her that surprised Narcissa.
Hermione carefully made Narcissa tea, and thought if Malfoy knew his mother was coming.
"How are you and my son?"
Hermione slightly paused. What exactly does Narcissa know?
"He's doing okay." Hermione replied while pouring the newly made hot tea into a cup.
"How about you?"
"I'm doing okay as well, Mrs. Malfoy." Hermione brought the cup of tea and offered it to Narcissa.
"Thank you." She took a sip of her tea.
Hermione hoped that it didn't taste awful. She barely makes tea, so she crossed her fingers, hoping it isn't disgusting.
"Your tea is pleasant dear. Oh and please, call me Narcissa." She took another sip of her tea.
Hermione sighed in relief.
"Mrs. Ma- Narcissa. I just don't want you to get the wrong impression. Me and Draco are only roommates, nothing else."
Narcissa just blankly stared, not shocked at all. It was either Narcissa was good at hiding her emotions, just like Draco. Or she was genuinely not surprised.
"Oh. I see. Well, yes of course. He never mentioned anything of that sort. Don't worry." Narcissa gave a slight smile.
And once again, Hermione let out a breath of relief.
"So, how did this happen? Draco only briefly explained it to me. It did surprise me, knowing you two had your differences during Hogwarts."
"I didn't particularly plan this at all either. He was just as surprised as I was." Hermione mentioned.
And Hermione told every detail of her side of how she and Draco Malfoy became roommates. They seemingly became comfortable with each other, and both chatted along for the rest of the night, sharing many laughters and tea.
Hermione awoke from the dream. What the hell was that? She thought. Roommates?! Roommates?! Draco Malfoy and her?! Roommates?! She couldn't believe it. There isn no way that that was possible. Though, it was just a dream. It felt so real, too real.
She laid in her bed, with her eyes closed, for a solid 15 minutes, trying to process what she had just dreamt about and what did it mean? Surely it isn't real. Surely Harry, Ron, or Ginny would never allow that to happen. Her being roommates with Draco Malfoy? Surely she wasn't mental. Her thoughts were just flowing with theories on what had or was happening to her.
Hermione tried to eliminate any more thoughts on the dream and her recent visions from yesterday.
She finally sat up and adjusted her eyes to the sudden brightness from the sun. But that was not the only thing that greeted her. Her head started to ache as well.
She rubbed her forehead, trying to soothe the pain. But it still didn't work. Luckily, she wasn't late for work, so she decided to ignore the pain in her head, and start her day.
She tied her hair up in a bun and walked out of her room, straight down the stairs and to the kitchen.
"Good morning." A voice spoke from behind as she approached the kitchen.
She turned around to see Pansy and Theodore Nott sitting at the chairs.
"Good morning." Hermione greeted back.
"I believe you haven't officially met. Hermione, this is Theo. Theo, this is Hermione." Pansy introduced.
Before Hermione could speak, the pang of vibration hit her, this time more harder than before.
Hermione groaned in pain.
"Mione! What's wrong?" Pansy and Theo rushed towards her, as Hermione was clutching the bar table in the middle of the kitchen.
"No. No. No." Hermione knew she was about to start seeing visions again.
"What? Mione. What?" Pansy didn't know what to do.
"Theo call Blaise!" Pansy instructed.
"Okay, Hermione. Relax. Take deep breaths."
Hermione realized she was breathing hard and fast, because she was fighting the pain.
But she couldn't stop it.
Hermione saw herself indian sitting on the couch, facing two guys, one with black hair, the other with dark blonde hair. While at the same time, she heard faint voices, which sounded like they were arguing, behind her. Though, she couldn't clearly make up her surroundings. Everything was a blur, except for the two men sitting opposite to her.
"Catch." Blaise, the one with the black hair, threw a strawberry at Theo, the one with the dark blonde hair.
The strawberry flew pass Theo and dropped on the floor.
"Ey! I wasn't ready!" Theo stood up, picked up the strawberry from the floor, and threw it to the trash can, like a true gentleman.
"You were just slow."Blaise let out a laugh.
Theo rolled his eyes and continued reading the Daily Prophet.
"Who even reads that?"
"Educated wizards." Theo casually replied.
"Ooh!" Hermione commented.
Blaise snorted.
"More like boring wizards."
But Hermione nor Theo reacted, causing Blaise to sigh in defeat.
"How come you're never on my side Mione?" Blaise pouted, playing with the string on the pillow.
Hermione looked up from her book.
"It's because i'm always on the reasonable side." Hermione shrugged.
Blaise gave a hurt look, while Theo chuckled.
Hermione could still hear the arguing voices behind, but it was too faint to be recognized.
"They've been fighting for ages." Blaise commented sadly.
"Yea." Theo replied.
Hermione snapped out of the vision and back to reality. She noticed that she was on the kitchen floor, while all four Slytherins, were sitting in front go her.
"Hermione?" Pansy gently spoke.
The brunette blinked her eyes. Her head still hurts.
"I'll be back." She stood up quickly, surprising the Slytherins, and rushed out of the house to apparate.
She heard voices calling her but she immediately apparated.
Hermione landed in the middle of Diagon Alley and ran straight to the library.
She entered the library and walked fastly, passing many rows of books. She spotted the restricted section and started searching for a particular book.
Book of Spells (Copy) By Miranda Goshawk.
Hermione harshly flipped through the pages of the book, trying to spot a specific spell.
She finally found the page she was looking for.
The Memory Charm (Obliviate)
Also known as a Forgetfulness Charm. Is a spell that could be used to erase memories from an individual's mind. It is different from the charm that creates false memories.
Effects of the Memory Charm.
If performed improperly, a Memory Charm could erase significant portions of an individual's memory and cause brain damage, with difficulty in recovery.
Some Muggles slipped through the cracks in these situations, according to Blenheim Stalk in Muggles Who Notice. When particularly intense memories needed to be erased, it often left the victim disoriented for a short period of time, as happened with the Roberts family after the Quidditch World Cup in 1994.
Breaking The Charm:
Memory Charms could be broken through torture.
This was it. It had to be. What other explanation could there be for her current state? She had been obliviated. And her memories were coming back.
Yet, her mind can't seem to be satisfied.
Who had done this?
Why had they done this?
What do her memories mean?
When will it stop?
Too many emotions were rushing in her. Anger, Pain, Confusion, Fear.
What was she going to do?
She knew she needed to see the Healer's, but she also knew someone who knows a great knowledge on what happened to her.
Harry Potter.
Hermione arrived in front of a wide squared building painted in white. She could tell it was newly repainted, the building looked brighter and she smelled a hint of paint.
She noticed many people were eyeing and staring at her which caused Hermione to return them a questioning look.
She entered the big wide doors and started walking towards the front desk.
"Hermione Granger?!" The person who was managing the front desk beamed in delight.
The girl had dark brown hair and she looked like she was at her 20's.
Hermione also noticed the girl had a name tag pinned in her shirt near her collarbone. Her name was Emily. Emily gave her a confused look, it was then Hermione realized, she was still in her owl pajamas. Well shit.
"Oh-uh- I- I was in a hurry." Hermione wrapped her arms around herself.
"No biggie." Emily awkwardly laughed.
"Is Harry here?"
"Mr. Potter?"
Hermione nodded.
"Yes. He's at his office. Would you like me to inform him of your presence?" The girl kindly said.
"Yes please. That would be great."
"Okay."
Emily looked nervous and shy for some reason.
"Uh- If you don't mind- Could I ask for your autograph? But it's totally okay if you don't want to you know-" Emily stuttered nervously.
Hermione was flattered.
"Of course, sure." She signed her signature on the piece of paper that Emily gave.
"Thanks! I'm a huge fan!" Emily grinned widely.
Hermione saw Harry walking towards her, wearing his black auror gear.
"Hey Hermione. What's with the outfit?" Harry gave her a tight hug.
His hair was bit messy, and he had heavy dark eye bags. Though he had defeated Voldemort, he still chose to continue fighting against evil. And because of his fame, the Ministry always calls Harry for plenty missions because of their great trust in him. As a result, Harry works twice as hard as typical aurors do, and the remainder of his time, he spends it on his fiancée, Ginny, never for himself.
"I was in a hurry." Hermione shrugged. Many people that passed by gave her a judgemental eye.
"Come, let's talk in my office." Harry lead her to the Atrium, which is a large hall with fireplaces up and down both long walls, which accessed them to the second level, where the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is located.
They reached Harry's department and he led her straight to his office.
His office was just a typical Auror's office. It was filled with plenty dark wood and as you enter the room, a wooden desk is positioned in the center of the room, on top of a maroon carpet. On the back of the Harry's desk, there was a big bookshelf, some filled with books others filled with small decorations. He had pictures of many people, such as the Weasleys', Hermione, his parents, Sirius, etc.
Hermione caught herself reminiscing his photographs.
"I miss him." Harry sadly spoke.
Hermione knew he spoke about Sirius Black, she looked at the photo of Sirius. She assumed Harry took it from the newspaper because it had the crumply texture with the typical newspaper font typed "SIRIUS BLACK, MAY HE REST IN PEACE". This was the Daily prophet's issue after the truth of Sirius Black's identity was revealed and after his death.
Hermione frowned at Harry's words. Sirius Black was the only closest member from his family Harry had, and it was a depressing thought to know that he is truly gone.
"I know." Hermione sighed.
"Anyways. Are you okay? What brings you here?"
"Can't I visit without a reason?" Hermione teased.
"No no. Of course you can Herms. You know what I mean."
"I was only kidding Harry! I actually do have a reason."
"What is it?" Harry took a seat in his chair and Hermione sat down in front of him.
"Please do not mention this to Ginny or Ron. Especially Ron! Please Harry, you have to promise me. Do not speak a word about this to anyone." Hermione pleaded.
A worried expression filled Harry's face, but Hermione knew Harry wouldn't tell a soul.
"I promise."
"Lately i've been experiencing weird pangs of vibrations in my head, and whenever I do, I kind of like zone out from the real world and see visions. Memories. More like memories. I've been seeing myself in different scenarios, and I couldn't really control what I do or say. I'm stuck inside of me, just watching and listening. It only happens for a few minutes, but it won't stop. And I need to know if you know what exactly is happening to me." Hermione sighed.
Harry went stiff.
"Harry? Can you hear me?" The brunette waved a hand in front of Harry's face.
Harry snapped back to reality and took in a deep breath.
"Hermione. I- Have you been to the healer's?"
"Harry are you serious?! No I haven't. I had to come to you first."
"Look- I really really want to tell you everything. You deserve to know. But not like this."
"What are you talking about? Tell me what?" Hermione stood up.
"I can't. It isn't my decision to make." Harry closed his eyes, like he was having a hard time.
"Don't. Don't give me this speech. Harry. I need to know what's going on with me."
"Herm-"
"I've been obliviated, haven't I?' Hermione sighed.
Harry's eyes widened and he gently stood up.
Hermione wanted to stay strong, but to be standing right in front of Harry,announcing to him that she's been obliviated, and him not denying it, made her want to cry.
Who would do this to her?
Harry looked down for a minute and the forced himself to look straight into her eyes.
"The truth. I need the truth. Have I been obliviated?" Hermione held back her tears.
There was a silent pause.
"Harry! Tell me i'm wrong. Tell me it's not true. Tell me i'm crazy for thinking that."
Harry didn't want to see his best friend like this. She doesn't deserve to suffer.
"Yes. You were obliviated." Harry immediately looked away.
Hermione felt tears starting to fall from her eyes.
"Who?"
"I can't-"
"Harry!"
"Hermione. I told you I really want to! I really really want to. But we all promised that we wouldn't tell you. Only he could." Harry stood in front of her with downcast eyes.
"He? He who? Who could tell me?"
Harry hesitated.
"Please Harry."
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." The boy who lived sighed in defeat.
Hey guys! I'm sorry it took quite a while for me to update, i've just been busy lately and I hadn't had time to write. And also my writing in this chapter, is not the best. I think I am experiencing another writer's block, and it stresses me out.
This chapter is more on the short side as well. But I promise, the next chapters will be longer.
But anyways, I hope you still enjoy this! x