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A/N: This is a series of 19 drabbles, split up into four segments. Inspired by the 'Broken Memory Charm Challenge' at the LJ community 'grangersnape100.'

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"What?" she screamed, eyes blazing.

"Now, Hermione, calm down…" Arthur started.

"No." She shoved past him and walked down the bustling hall in St. Mungo's. She passed mediwitches and wizards, healers and visitors. There was a fierce look of determination spread across her features. Her wild mane swung out behind her, flying in tandem with her steps. Her anger radiated; her presence noticed by all. It would have been even if she were not a celebrated war hero.

She has no idea how deeply she feels for him, Arthur thought sadly. Please God do not let her kill my son.

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Hermione hurried to the Spell Damage ward as fast as her feet could carry her, praying to the all deities she could think of.

She shoved the wide white swinging doors that led to the ward's lobby. Various members of the Order looked up to a spell binding sight.

"God help him," Tonks muttered to Remus. "All of Severus' bad traits were transferred to Hermione."

"As was his ability for grand entrances," Minerva added softly.

Hermione's robes had flailed behind her, her hair still streaming steadily, appearing as if she had been blown in by a gust of wind. Her eyes were blazing.

"Where is he?"

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"Hermione." Remus immediately rose to his feet, attempting to catch her, but she had already seen her prey.

"PERCY WEASLEY!" she bellowed, marching over to him.

Percy rose from his chair on the opposite side of the room from the Order.

"What?" he snarled. "Care for him, do you?"

She grabbed him by the scruff of his robes and physically forced him against the wall. Remus started, but Tonks grabbed his wrist.

"Don't," she said, grimacing. "No one else has done anything to him, and damn it Remus, someone needs to."

Remus met his fiancée's eyes and paused. "Can't say I blame her," he said slowly, and sat down.

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All eyes were on Hermione's inflamed presence and Percy's antipathy. Their emotions flooded the room.

Tonks and Remus watched; Remus' head in his hands. Minerva looked away, hiding her tears.

Molly's tears flowed freely, George and Fred each holding her hand. Ron looked jubilant. He and his twin brothers seemed to be the only ones glad of the confrontation.

"He's finally getting what's coming to him," Fred muttered to Ron, who was seated on his left.

"And I thought the canaries were bad."

Their attention turned back to the scene at hand as a slap rang out across the room.

Ron snickered. "Show time."

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