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"Healer Wood, you have another appointment for today." The mediwitch informed him when she saw him leaving his office.

"But I believe my weekly appointment were all done, do I get a new patient?" he asked, itching to read the letter he received earlier this afternoon. He had to restrain himself from reading the letter when he received it, he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on his task after he read whatever in the letter.

"A Luna Lovegood made an appointment yesterday."

Lovegood, he knew that name of course. He was there during the Battle of Hogwarts, even though his own family was pureblood and lived in Scotland, both his brothers' wife were muggleborns. So when the ministry fell, he helped his brothers to flee the country, he returned for his parents and joined the order ever since. That Lovegood girl was one of Dumbledore's Army, along with the twins' sister. He saw when the Weasley girl, Granger, and Lovegood fought Bellatrix. He didn't see what happen next, only hoping those three girls survived. They did, courtesy of the Weasley Matron. He always knew never to cross with her.

"Please tell her to come in." he said, returning to his office.

A moment later, a woman with pale blond hair, could easily mistook as a Malfoy entered.

"Hello Miss Lovegood, I'm healer Wood."

"I know," she replied, shaking his hand with a strength Oliver didn't anticipate before.

He gestured her to take a seat on the opposite chair, she complied.

"I already have your general information from the form you've filled in earlier, to be honest, I haven't had the foggiest idea as to why you seek help from a healer. Is there anything that I can help you with?"

"Actually yes, I need to know what is wrong with Hermione?" she said casually, as if he was having tea with her instead of sitting in his office, as a healer.

"Excuse me, Miss Lovegood… I don't think I…"

"I think you do, though." She cut him, still smiling dreamily. "I'm asking as Hermione's friend. And please call me Luna, my friends call me Luna. And you're Hermione's friend."

Oliver cannot help but gave her a small smile, "Alright then, Luna. As you know I am bound by my oath, I cannot divulge any information on Hermione."

"But something is definitely wrong with her, yes?" she insisted. "I can see that she was bothered by something, she always looks confused you know."

Oliver almost snorted, he was sure that Luna was the only person who will describe Hermione as 'always looks confused'.

"Usually it's because of Wrackspurts, they seem to take a liking to her. I gave her several things to ward them off though." She kept going on and on mentioning several words who Oliver was sure they were made up, Hermione did tell him that Luna had her own quirk.

"….. so there you have it." She finished.

Oliver blinked several times, "Pardon me, Miss… um, Luna. Again, I am not sure what do you expect to hear from me, but I cannot tell you anything related with Hermione's condition."

"So she did have a condition. A curse, isn't it? That's why she sought you out." Luna hummed as if talking to herself, "At least, can you tell me if it's life threatening or not?"

He was silent, that was what they've been dying to know as well.

For a flicker of seconds, it seemed her demeanor changing. "This is worse than I thought then." She shook her head sadly, "Harry said that her life force was drained when she was brought here last time. Does it often happen with her?"

"I'm sorry… I just can't tell you." Oliver insisted.

"I don't have a lot of friends, you know…" she started, "But Hermione never made fun of me. She told me she used to be bullied and she didn't want me to have gone through that, at least not when I'm with her."

"I know… She told me about you too." Oliver started, "She said you are worthy of the title of Ravenclaw. Told me that you've also helped Harry in your own way."

"Anyone who help Harry will get the highest place in her heart," Luna smile. "I know that whatever it is that's happening with her, she wasn't sure what. But she has her own theory, one that she wouldn't share with Harry or Ron or Ginny, so I guess she suspected that it might either make one or all of them to act reckless or it might directly harm them." She thought for a moment, "or both." She added.

"There is no denying that she is a bright witch, but sometimes she let her logic clouded her judgment. That is why, please tell her that she has friends who cares for her. That whatever she's trying to protect us from is only taking her away from us, and we'll blame ourselves if we cannot help her until it's too late." She continued, "Please tell her this when you meet her this evening. She's waiting for you reply, by the way."

She smiled before standing up and muttering 'thanks' and 'goodbye', leaving Oliver Wood stunned.

He opened the letter he received before and saw an address and proposed time to meet, "How…?"

xxXxx

"Something on your mind, Draco?" Narcissa asked after watching her son only staring at his food for the last 10 minutes. It was a rare occasion in which Draco was home for having lunch together with her.

He sighed, "Just work." Trying hard not to think about his encounter with Harry and Hermione yesterday. He did wait on Harry's office until Lowe came back with the tea cup, without the content. Apparently he saved the cup from being washed in the nick of time. Draco knew he could test the tea cup and still could find trace of potion, if there's any potion in the first place.

When Harry returned from St. Mungo's Draco's no longer there, but Harry, being a decent man he was, sent an interoffice memo telling him that Hermione was fine. He dismissed the memo, but could not dismissed the feeling he got that something was wrong. He felt like there was something, something that he needed to remember. Had something like this happened before? Perhaps in the past?

He looked up to see her mother, she was as stoic and elegant as usual. The death of his father two years ago hit them very hard, especially for her mother. She didn't show it, heaven forbid if she did. But Draco knew, she cried in front of Lucius' portrait after it woke up 2 weeks after the funeral. Being confined for house arrest for life didn't help either because she couldn't distract herself by going anywhere but the Malfoy Manor.

Her mother never asked for an appeal, said they deserved it. Lucius was beyond help, the repercussions from years of practicing dark arts caught up to him. Nothing could help him. Her mother, contrary to popular belief, never once practicing the dark arts even though she had vast knowledge on that area.

"Mother, do you know what kind of curses that could bounce diagnostic spells?" he finally gave in. Not knowing what caused Granger to fall into deep sleep concerned him.

"I do know several curses that could do that." She answered, her brain tried to recall various kind of knowledge she's read about. "Is this for your work as well, Draco?"

"Just out of curiosity, Mother." Draco said.

"And who nicked this curiosity of yours, dear?" Narcissa asked calmly.

Draco schooled his facial expression, he should've known his mother will be inquisitive like this, "No one in particular."

"If you say so, Draco dear." Narcissa smiled, "I shall have the list by tomorrow. Is that good enough for you?"

Draco nodded and thanked his mother, now trying to swallow his lunch without remembering how pale Hermione Granger was yesterday.

xxXxx

Hermione sipped her coffee, feeling the bitter liquid on her tongue and shuddered a bit. She's not really fond of the bitter drink, but she needed the caffeine. It didn't work as well as she hoped, but at least according to her experience this last two months, coffee helped a bit.

She was excited to meet Oliver Wood today, for at least they could finally put a timeline on when things started to get weird(er). Either that, or she had too much shot of espresso for today. She kept glancing at the café entrance, once in a while fiddle with her pendant. On a glance her pendant looked like the Deathly Hallows pendant worn by Luna's late father. Hermione's was a bit unique as the wand part was white and had some detailed carving on it. The pendant was the work of Luna, Fleur, and of course the owner, Hermione. She wanted to carry her wand without being too obvious, so they fiddled with lots of spellwork and Arithmancy to make the wand shrunk and attached to the pendant. Hermione had to learn wandless and non-verbal incantation to turn it to normal before she could use it normally.

Her new wand was a gift from Ollivander, the second wand that chose her was made of white wood of sycamore tree, 10 ¾ inch, and dragon heartstring. The intrinsic carving reminded her of her vine wand and she felt a sense of familiarity with the wand. Ollivander told her that the wand is specialize in protection charms. She remembered Harry muttered "How apt." when he heard that the moment Hermione received her wand.

Harry… Hermione felt a pang of sadness. All she wanted to do was to tell him what happened with her, but she didn't even understand what happened. And knowing Harry, he will jump head first to do anything and everything within his power. That was the last thing Hermione wanted. Harry had always this hero complex, and most often than not it brought him troubles.

So this was what Hermione always did, just like what happened when she had a hunch during their second year regarding the Chamber of Secret. She had to understand the situation first before sharing whatever happened with her best friends.

The bell on top of the door chimed when someone entered, Hermione's eyes shot towards the newcomer and when she recognized the tall dark-hair man, she smiled.

Oliver Wood scanned the café before finally meeting her eyes. He, too, smiled before waving his way toward her table. She looked better, at least she didn't appear sluggish like she usually was whenever she entered his consultation room.

He sat opposite her and order tea with scones before facing his friend/client. "How are you feeling today?"

"I feel better, Oliver." She answered. "I finally able to pinpoint when this all started."

Oliver could feel excitement coming from her, remind him of their time at Hogwarts when she walked in under the rain to cast repelling spell on Harry's glasses during one of their Quidditch matches.

Hermione presented him with her journal she showed him a timeline, he listened to her explanation and wrote something in his journal as well. She also gave him a copy of her sleeping pattern as per their agreement.

"Hermione, I need to take your blood sample for another blood work. I'll cast a notice-me-not charm around us and do the procedure. Are you okay with that?"

She nodded, there was something that she actually wanted to test as well. Oliver cast the charm and almost suddenly she felt her eyelids became heavier. She dug her fingers to her palm, resisting the urge to fall asleep.

When Oliver finally released the charm after completing the procedure, Hermione sighed. She didn't fall asleep! She checked her watch, it was still a normal time, but the sleepiness she felt before when she was under the charm was proof that perhaps her theory was right.

"Luna came to see me earlier." Oliver started.

She cringed inwardly. Of course, Luna was at St. Mungo's yesterday. That woman has a very strong intuition and she wasn't a Ravenclaw for nothing.

"I cannot say anything about your condition to her, and she understood. But she also knew that something was wrong with you. That you aren't sure yet about what happen with you, and that you don't want to share it with your friends." Oliver looked at her intently. This Oliver now is no longer her friend, this one is her healer. "I personally agree with her that you should at least confide in your friends, even though we do not yet understand what happen with you. But, I personally agree with her that whatever happens to you now, might be the work of a curse."

Hermione nodded. She agreed as well, that's why she sought Oliver's help.

"Now that we've established the timeline, I need you to write down every single thing you did after you started researching the squib registry, places you visited, food and drink you consume, objects you touched, and people you spoke to. We need to be thorough, so I want to propose we come and see your memory on the pensieve in St. Mungo's. What do you think?"

Hermione nodded again, it was all logical and indeed necessary. She was about to share her own theory when she saw a patronus on a form of a stag came closer.

"We need to talk, Hermione. I'll be waiting at your flat tonight at 7." Harry's voice echoed.

Hermione sighed, she reached out her hand to touch the stag when suddenly she felt familiar darkness overcame her once again.