Chapter 13
"Weasley!"
Draco woke up with a start, yelling the name. He looked around. He was in his room. He was sweating heavily although his window was wide open. Apparently he woke up because a gust of wind made it bang loudly. Now that Draco was cooling down, he felt a chill pass through him. He got up reluctantly to close the window. A rainstorm was raging outside. The young man shut the window with a snap and got back under the covers, lazily observing that it was almost four in the morning.
Just as he got comfortable and closed his eye, in hope of getting some more sleep, the dream hit him with full force. He sat up. All sleep was knocked out of him, leaving him wide-eyed staring into the darkness. Yes, he just remembered the end of the last battle. He remembered Lucius Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, his unplanned victim. He remembered why he got into Saint Mango's and spent so much time in there. Lucius cast a spell on him. He knew that spell…
Once he walked into his father study, looking for him. He didn't find Lucius, but he found a rather curious book in a heavy cover that closely looked like human skin. Draco was too used to gross things in his house so he peered at the book calmly. The title was written in Latin letters but Draco couldn't recognize the language. The closest was his guess about it being of some North European origin. He flipped through the thick pages carefully. The writing looked like mere notes but Draco knew enough to see experiments. One spell was each couple of pages.
Recalling the event now, he remembered seeing Unotae there along with a couple of other memory spells. Yes, he knew they were memory spells; after all he spent a lot of time in the hospital. They did numerous tests and found out the origin of the spell. It was meant to destroy the mind but something made the spell change its effect. It just destroyed some memories and as Draco found out they were coming back, bit by bit, but they were.
He suddenly remembered a light breeze touching his cheek just before the spell hit him. Could it be… a shield of some kind? But then who put it up? And the important question was why? Could it have been Hermione? Because it definitely couldn't have been Potter or Weasley… Weasley. There was something important he had in mind, connected to this name…
Draco painfully thought about Hermione again. He needed to find her…
The young man got up and walked to his closed window. In the pool of streetlight he could see rain pouring like a great glistering curtain. Stars were scattered all over the wet asphalt in little black artificial ponds. Somewhere far to his right a shadow of dawn was glistering like a bluish grey mist but it was too far from where Draco was now. It was pitch black there except for the pool of light from the lonely streetlamp.
Draco looked up at sky. There was a half moon hanging there like a piece of cheese gnawed by mice. It look so yellow and surreal but at the same time completely mesmerizing. The young man opened the frame for a bit and inhaled deeply. The air was fresh and full rainy. His thoughts were cleared. He needed to find Hermione. And he would do it thought Weasley.