Disclaimer: As much as I keep repeatedly telling my best friend that the
best birthday present she could give me is the rights to Harry Potter, she
equally comes back saying that I'll grow out of that faze. So,
unfortunately, I still do not own Harry Potter.
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Harry and Ron's grins vanished, replaced by wide eyed stares and pale faces.
"Unless you are a skilled frog at catching bugs, Misters Potter and Weasley, please close your mouths!" Poppy Pomfrey said curtly. Harry closed his mouth, replacing it by twisting his arms. Ron turned away and made his hand push close his mouth. Ginny jumped, trying desperately to peer through the curtains to see her friend.
"Does she remember anything?" Draco asked hoarsely.
"I have not established how much she remembers, or has forgotten, as yet, Draco. It seems that she remembers being a witch, vaguely Harry and Ron, but really, nothing much else. I have heard her mumble occasionally spells or things that no doubt she has read, so her brain and mind must still be one, but they have become slightly disconnected," the nurse explained.
"Could.........could I see her?" Draco whispered, trying not to faint from the shock that she may remember something.
"You may see her for ten minutes, Mr. Malfoy, no more. Do not be afraid if she just remembers you as an evil, conniving brat because that part of her memory seems intact," Pomfrey instructed. Draco tried not to wince at the 'evil, conniving brat' remark. True, he was a brat, he had been a brat, but since meeting the perfect Hermione and trying to change his ways, he had attempted to alter that image of himself.
He nodded at the group of students and teachers congregated outside the Hospital Wing and smashed open the doors he was in such a hurry to get in there to her side.
She looked up at him, frowning as if trying to place exactly what his name was. Her eyes were set in deep confusion and puzzlement, something obviously telling her something different to what she remembered. Flickers of rememberance flashed through her eyes, but then something else, something.........deeper passed through the amber glasses, subduing to puzzling over Draco's memory some more.
"Hermione?" he asked softly, breaking into her thoughts. She raised her eyes to look up at him.
"I remember you're Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prat, but why on earth are you here?" she muttered under her breath, glancing back down at her hands that were twisting the sheet.
"Indeed I am Draco Malfoy, ex Slytherin prat. You ran away from Hogwarts a few weeks ago, after we had a fight. Up until then.........we were.........well, I suppose we were boyfriend – girlfriend," he mumbled mutely.
Hermione tore her gaze away from the coarse linen to stare back up at Draco.
"We dated?" she said increduously.
"Yes."
"But I.........I don't remember," she replied, stumbling over the words, mystified even at her own words.
"We did, 'Mione, and I'm sorry for hurting you the other week. I didn't mean on making you run away. For you to be scared off to Africa and abused. I'm sorry," he murmured. Hermione watched him, knowing he wasn't lying, but unwilling to recall the memories, unsure of what they might reveal.
"MALFOY! You're ten minutes are up!" Madam Pomfrey commanded, striding purposefully to Hermione's bedside to shoo him away. He nodded, and gripped Hermione's hand softly, before letting it drop and hurrying out of the wing, so as not to let the nurse start hitting him.
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Three weeks later, Hermione Granger was released from the Hospital Wing. Hermione had remembered fragments of memories before losing it, capturing shards of the past, gripping onto them until they hurt and she fitted them into the jigsaw puzzle.
That's what her life was now – a jigsaw puzzle. She was fitting it altogether, but out of the ten thousand pieces she though she'd need, she had lost about nine thousand five hundred of them. Occasionally she would find a random piece that she gathered from a conversation, but overall she had no idea what this 10,000 puzzle would reveal.
Madam Pomfrey still wasn't happy about allowing a student with amnesia to wander the slate walls of Hogwarts, but there came a time when she knew she was powerless. After staring into Hermione Granger's brown orbs that flamed with defiance, daring the nurse to continue her rampage, two days ago, Poppy knew that she would have to give in, or risk getting murdered.
She was still mostly bed ridden, but was filling in her body well with small, but steady and precise meals that were slowly taking effect. She was beginning to hold a quill again, able to be enthralled by heroics in books and get rid of small bits of homework that she had been assigned from a variety of nasty teachers, primarily Severus Snape. Hermione had to admit that he was being kinder than usual, but he was one of the few teachers that gave her homework, even if it was just to read a few random books.
Occasionally she would attempt to stumble down to the common room in Gryffindor Tower, but usually there would be someone around that she could call out to so that they could help her down the stairs.
It was after one particularly stormy day of reading a story all on some tribe in the middle of Russia that all her memory came back to her.
She didn't know what it was, it just hit her with a force that winded her, with a force that would have knocked her to her feet had she not been sitting by the window of the girls dormitory.
Hermione recalled her Uncle, his face menacing as he entered into her for the first time, her face contorted as she remembered the beatings, she recalled the sheer pain of him pulling out, plunging in again and then beating her. Her mind replayed everything he had done, this year flew past her eyes with Draco, and then the fight fluttered through her memory reel.
She remembered the pain that Draco had inflicted on her, the letter from her mum, the arrival of her Uncle, the terror in knowing he was there a week, the continuous lying to her parents of what he did and then the final straw – leaving for Africa.
Tears flooded down her face as meeting Dylan and getting tortured came back to her. She remembered their violence, their anger, their atrocity at her for being such gutter trash. At the time it had reassured Hermione that if any one loved her they were out of their minds. But now it served to remind her that they were cruel and heartless.
The young girl had no idea how long she had cried for, sitting by the window and watching snow melting and the return of a few bluebirds. The door to the dormitory opened and she heard Lavender's excited chatter to Mandy, a fourth year, about N.E.W.T's and the yelling of goodbyes.
"Hey Hermione!" she called happily, taking off her cloak and rummaging through her trunk for a jumper. She glanced over at her friend by the window and furrowed her eyebrows. "Hermione?"
Hermione sniffed and her body shuddered at her crying, and within seconds Lavender was by her side. She rubbed Hermione's back comfortingly, whispering words of comfort to her.
"Shh.........it's ok, 'Mione. Can I get someone for you?" she murmured. Hermione nodded, mouthing Draco. Lavender frowned at the name, but relented. She told Hermione she'd be back soon and hurried off to find the blonde Slytherin.
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"Can you tell me if Draco Malfoy is in there?" Lavender asked a second year Slytherin as he came up to the portrait.
He looked up at her, his blue eyes mixed with coldness and sarcasm.
"And what would you be wanting 'im for? A good ravishing p'raps?" the kid asked, staring up and down at Lavender.
Lavender sighed in exasperation.
"Look, buddy," she said nastily, "If you don't get me Draco Malfoy right now, I'll have you knocked out before you can say 'Quidditch'"
The boy looked at her, glaring intently.
"This minute'd be good!" she yelled. The child suddenly looked frightened and scurried inside, and within a few minutes, Draco Malfoy was climbing through the Portrait Hole.
"Yes?" he sneered at her, wondering what she would want to disturb him from.
"Hermione would like to talk to you," Lavender said bossily, glancing at a few Slytherin's that walked past uncertainly.
"And why does she?"
"I don't know, but when I left her, she had tear marks down her face and her eyes were shining," Lavender said distractedly. Draco gaped at her.
"And you bloody left her alone?"
"Well, I – "
"Show me the way, moron," Draco snarled, interrupting Lavender's defensive stream. She wound her way through corridors and short cuts, and at long last, what felt like an eternity later to Draco, they were standing in front of the Fat Lady.
"Sugar quills," Lavender commanded, the painting swinging on its hinges. The common room was alive with chatter, the fire burning warmly in its grate. However at the sign of Draco, the packed area silenced.
Lavender and continued to walk up the stairs, stopping and sighing loudly to indicate for Draco to follow. He caught on and hurried up the stairs after her retreating shadow, letting the Gryffindor Common Room to burst back into noise and chatter.
Lavender pushed open the door to her room and sighed with relief that Hermione was still there, in the same position. She nudged Draco in before closing the door and walking off, leaving the two with a little peace and quiet.
Hermione turned around and her eyes brightened slightly at the sight of Draco.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked, moving towards her. She turned her gaze back to the Hogwarts grounds.
"I remember," she whispered.
"Remember what?" Draco replied, sitting down beside her.
"Everything," she whimpered. Draco looked over at her and she moved her eyes to meet his. "I remember my Uncle, and our fight, and I remember Africa, and what they did. I remember what he did and I........." her bottom lip trembled. "I remember everything that I had forgotten."
"Oh 'Mione," Draco gushed, enveloping the crying girl in a hug. She leant her head onto his shoulder, allowing the tears to fall freely, dampening his cloak. Her body racked with sobs and shook but Draco kept his arms around her.
Eventually her head moved from his shoulder to his chest, where she soaked that part too before wrapping her arms softly around his waist.
Draco stroked her hair softly, until he felt her breathing regulate, and knew she had gone to sleep. He continued holding her, allowing his mind to drift aswell.
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A/N: I repeat the question asked in my last chapter:
How old do you think I am?
I'm incredibly inclined to know your response.
I'm apologise dearly for not having posted anything sooner – my friend that cuts, along with another best friend that is having hard times at the moment, as well as my friend whose male is trying to break up with my friend that is having hard times at the moment softly and easily because he can't see it going anywhere, and he wants me to help is all having effects on me. The fact that he wants me to help to break my best friends heart has resulted in me flat refusing, and thus him getting rather annoyed with me.
Not to mention I'm on holidays, and I'm missing my best friend awfully. Everyday I'd get a hug, and words of promise that everything'll be ok – she knows that I SI (Self injure) but I won't tell her much more than that. She begs to know what is under my jumper, and I've never allowed her to see, so I'm having a hard time dealing with all the problems swirling in my brain at the moment.
Not to mention my mum saying today, "I want your attitude to change". Ok, so I'll forget that I have two friends that want to kill themselves, I'll forget that my best friends' heart is about to be sent into a million fragments, I'll forget that I SI just to make my mum happy.........no offence, and I hate swearing, but bullshit!
Ok, enough ranting. I'm going to go and post this on a website I've joined that's kinda like counselling. It's helpful, but it's not the same as my best buddy. If you want the address, review or email me, and I'll mass mail in back to you. If you know anyone that might want the address, feel free for them or yourselves to contact me, I don't mind internet buddies (as long as they aren't 106.........lol)
Anyway, as you can see, I'm having lots of problems at the moment.........and I'm rather stressed out. Um.........oh yeah, that's right.
I've got a few beta jobs that I'm doing at the moment. One is for angel_eyes080 when Karen actually gets her butt moving and does something – I'll have to email her and find out what's going on. Another is Amy, but I don't know her fanfic name.........I'm doing something for her at the moment, but that's been ongoing for about three months, so I'll have to email her soon too.
Finally, my most current and ongoing is Marion, or 'Remorseful Passion' on fanfic. Check out her story because I'm beta-ing that at the moment. Unfortunately, she deleted all her stories that she had before, but I'm considering trying to get them and posting them here, with credit to her.
Meanwhile, I went to the beach yesterday and have a plot bunny that won't stop jumping. I've written down the sketch of the story, and I know what I want to write, so hopefully I'll have another story up soon. It's completely different to anything I've ever written before, and I promise that that story will not go on hold, I shall continue to write chapters for this story, and Banana Split/Alter Ego's when I get to it, but I promise that I will try and continue that one.
I'm considering calling it 'When an angel starts dying'. You'll find out more as I start developing it. I don't know how long it will be. If I can see it going for a while, I might write it privately for a while, get some chapters beta-ed, and then post it when I finish something here. I'm on the verge of pulling a couple of stories for the moment, just to take it off my chest, and then finish them another time. I'm not sure what I'll do. But I am definitely going to write it, I just have to harness the energy.
I have a very strong urge to write it behind the scenes, finish a few here, and then upload it. I might pull off Harry Potter and the Rise of Voldemort for the moment, I'm not going to get that done for a while, I can see that disappearing quickly. I have to get some of my other fics done, I've noticed that all my friends finish one before they put up a new one, I just get the idea and up it goes.
Stopping my rant midstream, I'll try and write some more chapters and maybe try and finish this story soon. I'm starting to lose ideas. Could anyone with ideas review and tell me your thoughts? Or just review thanking me for updating? I could really use the support right now!
Lots of love,
Kami – Bruce – Schnoogles – etc...
I know I'm female, these are a few of the names I use on different websites! Lol!
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Harry and Ron's grins vanished, replaced by wide eyed stares and pale faces.
"Unless you are a skilled frog at catching bugs, Misters Potter and Weasley, please close your mouths!" Poppy Pomfrey said curtly. Harry closed his mouth, replacing it by twisting his arms. Ron turned away and made his hand push close his mouth. Ginny jumped, trying desperately to peer through the curtains to see her friend.
"Does she remember anything?" Draco asked hoarsely.
"I have not established how much she remembers, or has forgotten, as yet, Draco. It seems that she remembers being a witch, vaguely Harry and Ron, but really, nothing much else. I have heard her mumble occasionally spells or things that no doubt she has read, so her brain and mind must still be one, but they have become slightly disconnected," the nurse explained.
"Could.........could I see her?" Draco whispered, trying not to faint from the shock that she may remember something.
"You may see her for ten minutes, Mr. Malfoy, no more. Do not be afraid if she just remembers you as an evil, conniving brat because that part of her memory seems intact," Pomfrey instructed. Draco tried not to wince at the 'evil, conniving brat' remark. True, he was a brat, he had been a brat, but since meeting the perfect Hermione and trying to change his ways, he had attempted to alter that image of himself.
He nodded at the group of students and teachers congregated outside the Hospital Wing and smashed open the doors he was in such a hurry to get in there to her side.
She looked up at him, frowning as if trying to place exactly what his name was. Her eyes were set in deep confusion and puzzlement, something obviously telling her something different to what she remembered. Flickers of rememberance flashed through her eyes, but then something else, something.........deeper passed through the amber glasses, subduing to puzzling over Draco's memory some more.
"Hermione?" he asked softly, breaking into her thoughts. She raised her eyes to look up at him.
"I remember you're Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prat, but why on earth are you here?" she muttered under her breath, glancing back down at her hands that were twisting the sheet.
"Indeed I am Draco Malfoy, ex Slytherin prat. You ran away from Hogwarts a few weeks ago, after we had a fight. Up until then.........we were.........well, I suppose we were boyfriend – girlfriend," he mumbled mutely.
Hermione tore her gaze away from the coarse linen to stare back up at Draco.
"We dated?" she said increduously.
"Yes."
"But I.........I don't remember," she replied, stumbling over the words, mystified even at her own words.
"We did, 'Mione, and I'm sorry for hurting you the other week. I didn't mean on making you run away. For you to be scared off to Africa and abused. I'm sorry," he murmured. Hermione watched him, knowing he wasn't lying, but unwilling to recall the memories, unsure of what they might reveal.
"MALFOY! You're ten minutes are up!" Madam Pomfrey commanded, striding purposefully to Hermione's bedside to shoo him away. He nodded, and gripped Hermione's hand softly, before letting it drop and hurrying out of the wing, so as not to let the nurse start hitting him.
~*~*~
Three weeks later, Hermione Granger was released from the Hospital Wing. Hermione had remembered fragments of memories before losing it, capturing shards of the past, gripping onto them until they hurt and she fitted them into the jigsaw puzzle.
That's what her life was now – a jigsaw puzzle. She was fitting it altogether, but out of the ten thousand pieces she though she'd need, she had lost about nine thousand five hundred of them. Occasionally she would find a random piece that she gathered from a conversation, but overall she had no idea what this 10,000 puzzle would reveal.
Madam Pomfrey still wasn't happy about allowing a student with amnesia to wander the slate walls of Hogwarts, but there came a time when she knew she was powerless. After staring into Hermione Granger's brown orbs that flamed with defiance, daring the nurse to continue her rampage, two days ago, Poppy knew that she would have to give in, or risk getting murdered.
She was still mostly bed ridden, but was filling in her body well with small, but steady and precise meals that were slowly taking effect. She was beginning to hold a quill again, able to be enthralled by heroics in books and get rid of small bits of homework that she had been assigned from a variety of nasty teachers, primarily Severus Snape. Hermione had to admit that he was being kinder than usual, but he was one of the few teachers that gave her homework, even if it was just to read a few random books.
Occasionally she would attempt to stumble down to the common room in Gryffindor Tower, but usually there would be someone around that she could call out to so that they could help her down the stairs.
It was after one particularly stormy day of reading a story all on some tribe in the middle of Russia that all her memory came back to her.
She didn't know what it was, it just hit her with a force that winded her, with a force that would have knocked her to her feet had she not been sitting by the window of the girls dormitory.
Hermione recalled her Uncle, his face menacing as he entered into her for the first time, her face contorted as she remembered the beatings, she recalled the sheer pain of him pulling out, plunging in again and then beating her. Her mind replayed everything he had done, this year flew past her eyes with Draco, and then the fight fluttered through her memory reel.
She remembered the pain that Draco had inflicted on her, the letter from her mum, the arrival of her Uncle, the terror in knowing he was there a week, the continuous lying to her parents of what he did and then the final straw – leaving for Africa.
Tears flooded down her face as meeting Dylan and getting tortured came back to her. She remembered their violence, their anger, their atrocity at her for being such gutter trash. At the time it had reassured Hermione that if any one loved her they were out of their minds. But now it served to remind her that they were cruel and heartless.
The young girl had no idea how long she had cried for, sitting by the window and watching snow melting and the return of a few bluebirds. The door to the dormitory opened and she heard Lavender's excited chatter to Mandy, a fourth year, about N.E.W.T's and the yelling of goodbyes.
"Hey Hermione!" she called happily, taking off her cloak and rummaging through her trunk for a jumper. She glanced over at her friend by the window and furrowed her eyebrows. "Hermione?"
Hermione sniffed and her body shuddered at her crying, and within seconds Lavender was by her side. She rubbed Hermione's back comfortingly, whispering words of comfort to her.
"Shh.........it's ok, 'Mione. Can I get someone for you?" she murmured. Hermione nodded, mouthing Draco. Lavender frowned at the name, but relented. She told Hermione she'd be back soon and hurried off to find the blonde Slytherin.
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"Can you tell me if Draco Malfoy is in there?" Lavender asked a second year Slytherin as he came up to the portrait.
He looked up at her, his blue eyes mixed with coldness and sarcasm.
"And what would you be wanting 'im for? A good ravishing p'raps?" the kid asked, staring up and down at Lavender.
Lavender sighed in exasperation.
"Look, buddy," she said nastily, "If you don't get me Draco Malfoy right now, I'll have you knocked out before you can say 'Quidditch'"
The boy looked at her, glaring intently.
"This minute'd be good!" she yelled. The child suddenly looked frightened and scurried inside, and within a few minutes, Draco Malfoy was climbing through the Portrait Hole.
"Yes?" he sneered at her, wondering what she would want to disturb him from.
"Hermione would like to talk to you," Lavender said bossily, glancing at a few Slytherin's that walked past uncertainly.
"And why does she?"
"I don't know, but when I left her, she had tear marks down her face and her eyes were shining," Lavender said distractedly. Draco gaped at her.
"And you bloody left her alone?"
"Well, I – "
"Show me the way, moron," Draco snarled, interrupting Lavender's defensive stream. She wound her way through corridors and short cuts, and at long last, what felt like an eternity later to Draco, they were standing in front of the Fat Lady.
"Sugar quills," Lavender commanded, the painting swinging on its hinges. The common room was alive with chatter, the fire burning warmly in its grate. However at the sign of Draco, the packed area silenced.
Lavender and continued to walk up the stairs, stopping and sighing loudly to indicate for Draco to follow. He caught on and hurried up the stairs after her retreating shadow, letting the Gryffindor Common Room to burst back into noise and chatter.
Lavender pushed open the door to her room and sighed with relief that Hermione was still there, in the same position. She nudged Draco in before closing the door and walking off, leaving the two with a little peace and quiet.
Hermione turned around and her eyes brightened slightly at the sight of Draco.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked, moving towards her. She turned her gaze back to the Hogwarts grounds.
"I remember," she whispered.
"Remember what?" Draco replied, sitting down beside her.
"Everything," she whimpered. Draco looked over at her and she moved her eyes to meet his. "I remember my Uncle, and our fight, and I remember Africa, and what they did. I remember what he did and I........." her bottom lip trembled. "I remember everything that I had forgotten."
"Oh 'Mione," Draco gushed, enveloping the crying girl in a hug. She leant her head onto his shoulder, allowing the tears to fall freely, dampening his cloak. Her body racked with sobs and shook but Draco kept his arms around her.
Eventually her head moved from his shoulder to his chest, where she soaked that part too before wrapping her arms softly around his waist.
Draco stroked her hair softly, until he felt her breathing regulate, and knew she had gone to sleep. He continued holding her, allowing his mind to drift aswell.
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A/N: I repeat the question asked in my last chapter:
How old do you think I am?
I'm incredibly inclined to know your response.
I'm apologise dearly for not having posted anything sooner – my friend that cuts, along with another best friend that is having hard times at the moment, as well as my friend whose male is trying to break up with my friend that is having hard times at the moment softly and easily because he can't see it going anywhere, and he wants me to help is all having effects on me. The fact that he wants me to help to break my best friends heart has resulted in me flat refusing, and thus him getting rather annoyed with me.
Not to mention I'm on holidays, and I'm missing my best friend awfully. Everyday I'd get a hug, and words of promise that everything'll be ok – she knows that I SI (Self injure) but I won't tell her much more than that. She begs to know what is under my jumper, and I've never allowed her to see, so I'm having a hard time dealing with all the problems swirling in my brain at the moment.
Not to mention my mum saying today, "I want your attitude to change". Ok, so I'll forget that I have two friends that want to kill themselves, I'll forget that my best friends' heart is about to be sent into a million fragments, I'll forget that I SI just to make my mum happy.........no offence, and I hate swearing, but bullshit!
Ok, enough ranting. I'm going to go and post this on a website I've joined that's kinda like counselling. It's helpful, but it's not the same as my best buddy. If you want the address, review or email me, and I'll mass mail in back to you. If you know anyone that might want the address, feel free for them or yourselves to contact me, I don't mind internet buddies (as long as they aren't 106.........lol)
Anyway, as you can see, I'm having lots of problems at the moment.........and I'm rather stressed out. Um.........oh yeah, that's right.
I've got a few beta jobs that I'm doing at the moment. One is for angel_eyes080 when Karen actually gets her butt moving and does something – I'll have to email her and find out what's going on. Another is Amy, but I don't know her fanfic name.........I'm doing something for her at the moment, but that's been ongoing for about three months, so I'll have to email her soon too.
Finally, my most current and ongoing is Marion, or 'Remorseful Passion' on fanfic. Check out her story because I'm beta-ing that at the moment. Unfortunately, she deleted all her stories that she had before, but I'm considering trying to get them and posting them here, with credit to her.
Meanwhile, I went to the beach yesterday and have a plot bunny that won't stop jumping. I've written down the sketch of the story, and I know what I want to write, so hopefully I'll have another story up soon. It's completely different to anything I've ever written before, and I promise that that story will not go on hold, I shall continue to write chapters for this story, and Banana Split/Alter Ego's when I get to it, but I promise that I will try and continue that one.
I'm considering calling it 'When an angel starts dying'. You'll find out more as I start developing it. I don't know how long it will be. If I can see it going for a while, I might write it privately for a while, get some chapters beta-ed, and then post it when I finish something here. I'm on the verge of pulling a couple of stories for the moment, just to take it off my chest, and then finish them another time. I'm not sure what I'll do. But I am definitely going to write it, I just have to harness the energy.
I have a very strong urge to write it behind the scenes, finish a few here, and then upload it. I might pull off Harry Potter and the Rise of Voldemort for the moment, I'm not going to get that done for a while, I can see that disappearing quickly. I have to get some of my other fics done, I've noticed that all my friends finish one before they put up a new one, I just get the idea and up it goes.
Stopping my rant midstream, I'll try and write some more chapters and maybe try and finish this story soon. I'm starting to lose ideas. Could anyone with ideas review and tell me your thoughts? Or just review thanking me for updating? I could really use the support right now!
Lots of love,
Kami – Bruce – Schnoogles – etc...
I know I'm female, these are a few of the names I use on different websites! Lol!