Title: The Remnant
Series: Smoke and Mirrors
Author: Betrayer of Hope
Rating: PGish
Feedback: I love it like breathing.
Summary: It's the first summer after Tom and all is not well on this watch.
Dedications: Kate Bolin, those DG authors on Livejournal, Houses, and Ezra
Author's Notes: This is unbetaed, and I am currently looking for one. This will hopefully become a one-shot in a larger universe I'm working on. Time will only tell if I'll actually finish the epic.
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Ever since Tom--what everyone else referred to as The Diary Incident--it had been so hard to be around people. Those whispers and rumours followed her no matter what they did and her family wasn't much better. They tried to understand, she knew that. Unfortunately, trying wasn't doing.
Fudge and his incompetent Ministry had been so shocked and appalled by what had happened that they offerred to pay for her vacation in St. Mungo's and all the counselling. Of course, their dear Minister wouldn't admit that it had really been You-Know-Who, but being possessed by a dark wizard's shade was still quite serious. Her parent's had been so very grateful to them even if they were all idiots. After all how could the Weasleys afford to do everything needed to ensure her safety--ensure that she wouldn't still turn on them all?
She was a special case. High security with all that it implies. The official story was that an anonymous dark wizard had possessed her through a magical diary. But some of the medics and mind healers knew the truth. They couldn't help but know when they made her talk and talk and talk about it. She knew that they weren't supposed to gossip about patients, but she also knew that she was too good a story to keep quiet about. She became that "poor Weasley child" who'd been so lonely that she'd allowed You-Know-Who to possess her. Well, of course it hadn't really been him. Just his memory, but hadn't that been enough to hold an entire school hostage with terror? Who knew what kind of damage the poor girl had sustained? She'd probably be a step away from madness for the rest of her life. Hardly better than those poor Longbottoms. Such good people, but isn't that the way of it?
They kept her at St. Mungo's for what felt like forever. Always asking the same questions and she'd been dowsed and examined and divined and made to look at an entire mine's worth of crystals until they had pronounced her fit to return to society.
She was all clean now.
Had she been dirty? Had she really just spent two months in the hospital getting a "magical bath" and being dosed with "good" magic? Why no, there isn't a bit of that horrid, dark magic lingering in her aura. She's good as new and all the cracks and crevices of her mind have been scrubbed raw and bleached out.
But they hadn't been there when she'd looked at her bathroom mirror--thankfully non-charmed--and seen her solid black eyes. She'd almost screamed then. She wanted to tell--she really had--but couldn't take staying going through more tests and cleansing for something that wouldn't go away.
The dark hadn't gone anywhere. It had only gone deeper.
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The End (for now)
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Series: Smoke and Mirrors
Author: Betrayer of Hope
Rating: PGish
Feedback: I love it like breathing.
Summary: It's the first summer after Tom and all is not well on this watch.
Dedications: Kate Bolin, those DG authors on Livejournal, Houses, and Ezra
Author's Notes: This is unbetaed, and I am currently looking for one. This will hopefully become a one-shot in a larger universe I'm working on. Time will only tell if I'll actually finish the epic.
---
Ever since Tom--what everyone else referred to as The Diary Incident--it had been so hard to be around people. Those whispers and rumours followed her no matter what they did and her family wasn't much better. They tried to understand, she knew that. Unfortunately, trying wasn't doing.
Fudge and his incompetent Ministry had been so shocked and appalled by what had happened that they offerred to pay for her vacation in St. Mungo's and all the counselling. Of course, their dear Minister wouldn't admit that it had really been You-Know-Who, but being possessed by a dark wizard's shade was still quite serious. Her parent's had been so very grateful to them even if they were all idiots. After all how could the Weasleys afford to do everything needed to ensure her safety--ensure that she wouldn't still turn on them all?
She was a special case. High security with all that it implies. The official story was that an anonymous dark wizard had possessed her through a magical diary. But some of the medics and mind healers knew the truth. They couldn't help but know when they made her talk and talk and talk about it. She knew that they weren't supposed to gossip about patients, but she also knew that she was too good a story to keep quiet about. She became that "poor Weasley child" who'd been so lonely that she'd allowed You-Know-Who to possess her. Well, of course it hadn't really been him. Just his memory, but hadn't that been enough to hold an entire school hostage with terror? Who knew what kind of damage the poor girl had sustained? She'd probably be a step away from madness for the rest of her life. Hardly better than those poor Longbottoms. Such good people, but isn't that the way of it?
They kept her at St. Mungo's for what felt like forever. Always asking the same questions and she'd been dowsed and examined and divined and made to look at an entire mine's worth of crystals until they had pronounced her fit to return to society.
She was all clean now.
Had she been dirty? Had she really just spent two months in the hospital getting a "magical bath" and being dosed with "good" magic? Why no, there isn't a bit of that horrid, dark magic lingering in her aura. She's good as new and all the cracks and crevices of her mind have been scrubbed raw and bleached out.
But they hadn't been there when she'd looked at her bathroom mirror--thankfully non-charmed--and seen her solid black eyes. She'd almost screamed then. She wanted to tell--she really had--but couldn't take staying going through more tests and cleansing for something that wouldn't go away.
The dark hadn't gone anywhere. It had only gone deeper.
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The End (for now)
Don't forget to review!