Motherly Amnesia Chapter Three Redone
July 19th
By Nikita a.k.a. livethroughtheatre
A good deal of the characters and basic scenes belong to J.K. Rowling and co. This is a Non-Cannon fiction, mostly. Thank you and enjoy the read.
Sitting inside an eerily dark room, sat the midiwizard slumped overtop hordes of manuscripts, books, and diagnosis charts. Yet he seemed completely immersed in finding out the reason for what lay in front of him. Sitting just in front of him was a print of a brain showing the magic and flow and some sort of gray dispersed plasma reaching around towards the left side of the organ. Indefinable, yet somehow it was blocking neurons in her memory, only allowing slight neuron stimulation. Sadly, this mean that unless they could somehow distort or fight this substance she would only have a slight memory awaiting her when she awoke. Probably, back to her years at Hogwarts. The only problem was, who was going to inform her husband. Whoever it was, had to make sure he was as far away as possible from Severus Snape's wand hand.
Severus awoke with his head placed against his wife's arm; he had once more fell asleep at her side. With determination, he stepped up and bellowed to the closest orderly for the head mediwizard. Twenty minutes later, an irate man entered the room, a frown plastered to his face.
"I'm afraid Professor Snape, that we have some bad news, your wife's brain has somehow come in contact with a mysterious plasma like substance with is distributed throughout the left side of her brain, clearly affecting her memory. This isn't really amnesia however, for some of the neurons are still sending out signals to the brain center. In my opinion she will remember everything up to the end of her last year at Hogwarts. The mediwizard slowly backed away as Severus looked up at him, fire flashing in his eyes.
"Are you saying y wife won't remember a detail of our relationship, she won't even know about the child she carries, the love we have may be replaced with dislike or worse yet …hate…" He stopped as he fell to the ground, a fist pounding down into the title. With a roar, he yelled, "Get out, all of you!"
The sudden loud noises awoke the young lady asleep in the cot across the room. Hermione looked around at the familiar surroundings of St. Mungo's, where was everyone and what was she doing here? Confusion was admist through all when she saw a dark shape crumbled upon the tiled floor. A head with silky ebony hair glistening down to broad shoulders, and long artists fingers ready to keep each detail. Who was this mysterious man in her room? With her sudden movement, an ache rushed through her entire body wringing a gasp from her lips.
Startled out of his despair by the sudden sound, Severus whipped his head around to see Hermione looking straight at him with her eyes slightly slanted in the unmistakable face of excruciating pain. Without thinking, he rushed to her side and pulled her into his arms only to hear her gasp once more for an entirely different reason.
"Professor Snape, what are you doing here? Where are Harry and Ron? What's wrong with me?" With the sudden questions, Severus slowly released his hold on her and looked down at her with pain apparent in his eyes. "Hermione, Harry and Ron died at the final battle, you've been contaminated by some sort of matter influencing your memory. How old do you think you are?"
Hermione whispered, "Eighteen."
Severus shook his head in wonder, "No, Hermione you are twenty-six-years old."
Hermione looked at him in shock and then she placed a hand upon her stomach.
"What…" the baby kicked at the touch, and a warm light began to glide around the room.
For Severus it was too much, so he just walked out of the room for a moment of solitude.
Tbc.