A/N: Yay! Two chapters in one night. Woo! Now, since I'm nice will you be nice and review?
Chapter Two: The girl.
"Missy! Missy!" Draco yelled walking into his house with the woman in his arms.
"How can Missy serve you sir?" Missy said appearing in front of Draco at the door. "Get blankets, medicine, and warm water, and meet me in the east wing at once. Now Missy, go!" Draco yelled at her as she stared at the woman in his arms.
There were bruises on both of her cheeks, one eyebrow had a cut on it, accompanied by a black eye. Her cheeks were slightly swollen along with the bruises and her lip was split. There were bruises and cuts on her arms, and when she began to stir her shirt moved up a little revealing a few bruises there too.
Draco threw open the door to a room across from his and rushed over to the big four post bed, gently placing the girl in it. "Missy!" He yelled, and the little house elf appeared immediately beside him.
"Missy's here sir. How can I help you?" The little elf crept up to the bed, her big eyes wide.
"Take the warm water and towels and wipe her face off, the begin to heal her bruises and cuts." He took one long look at her face. " I have to go floo someone."
In his study Draco paced back and forth biting at his nails. He had a girl lying in a bed in the next room, half-dead, half-alive. He picked up his floo dust, looked at his fireplace, stuck his head in, and decided to call the only person he could think of.
Headmaster Dumbledore sat in his office going over a few papers when he heard a rushing sound of flames in his fireplace. He looked to see who was there.
"Mr. Malfoy? How are you my son?" He asked a twinkly in his eye, and smile on his lips.
"Just fine, just fine. I need your help sir."
"You look troubled, is everything alright?"
"Not exactly sir. You see, I came home tonight to find a half-dead woman lying on my doorstep. I don't know how she got here, or where she came from. I don't even know who she is. What do I do sir?" Dumbledore set back in his chair and rested his chin on his hand and thought a moment.
"There is something you could do."
"What?" Draco asked enthusiastically.
Dumbledore gave Draco a few spells and ingredients to some potions, then told him to get back to him and let him know if everything went alright, and who the girl was.
"Take care son."
"I will. Thank-you sir. Thank-you." Then Draco's head disappeared.
Dumbledore sat in his chair a few minutes longer thinking about Draco. The boy had changed tremendously over the past few years. Ever since he came to Hogwarts that night almost two years ago and asked to be apart of the good side, he had such high respect and gratitude for the boy. And the way that people who didn't know treats him breaks his heart. If only they knew all about the things Draco has done for them, the Malfoy name and Draco himself would be known for more than just evil, greedy, defeated people. The name would go down as a name for heroes. But Draco didn't want that. He didn't want anyone to know what he had done to save them. They owed him nothing, and he wanted it that way.
"Missy step aside, I have a few spells here. You go make these potions while I perform these spells." He shoved the list at Missy and she took it, and then disappeared to make the potions. He stood over the bed and looked down at the girl. Grabbing her arm he felt for a pulse. Weak. He quickly unfolded the piece of parchment and laid it on the bed, grabbing his wand out of his pocket. He was not going to let this girl die.
Within a day the woman's heart rate jumped to normal and she began falling into and out of consciousness. Draco sat by her bed the whole time, giving her potions whenever she needed time and checking her pulse every twenty minutes.
Missy kept tying to get him to leave and get some rest, promising that she would stay with the girl, but he kept refusing. Saying that he was fine and that he didn't need any rest.
Finally, on Tuesday, three days after he found the woman, he gave in to Missy and went to his room to get a couple of hours of sleep and clean up. He took a steaming hot shower to relax his muscles then crawled into his bed to get some sleep.
Three hours later he was awaken by Missy staring at him and shaking him lightly. "What is it Missy?" He asked groggily, whipping the newly formed sleep out of his eyes.
"The girl Sir, she is awake." Draco jumped out of his bed and dashed into the other room. A weak girl lay in the bed looking around her room taking in her surroundings. When Draco walked in she looked at him fearfully and asked, "Where am I?" Draco was about to answer when Missy walked in and the girls' eyes got big. Se pointed and said "And what is that?"
"I'm Draco Malfoy, and you're in the Malfoy Manor, my home. This is Missy, my house elf, and who, may I ask, are you?"
The girl looked like she was thinking really hard to find out whom she was, but all she could do was stare at Draco blankly and say, "I don't know."
"Well do you know what happened to you? Where you are from. Anything?"
The woman thought a few more moments then began to sob lightly. "I don't remember anything, who I am, where I'm from, how I got here. Nothing. I can't remember a thing."
Draco raised his eyebrows and sat down on in the chair. This could be a problem. Maybe there was a spell, potion, something he could use. He thought a moment. No, nothing. Back to Dumbledore. "I'll be back." He told the girl then fled out of the room.
A few minutes later Draco sulked back into the girls room and sunk into a chair. The girl, now fully awake and setting up in her bed looked at Draco curiously. "Is there a problem sir?"
Draco replayed Dumbleore's words to him over again in his head. "There's no potion, spell or charm to help a situation like that. The only one that would really work is time."
How long the young woman would be in the dark in her own mind he did not know. One thing he did know was that she would have to stay here as long as it took her to get her memory back. So he had to accommodate, and some how tell her of her apparent future here.