Saturday, 31 March, 00:55 GMT

It had been an hour since Phillip had fallen to his knees as he reached the Hospital Wing. Mediwizard Draco Malfoy, Jr. had taken the lead in caring for the Muggle professional athlete. His mother, a Muggle doctor, Hermione Granger-Malfoy along with Mediwizard Jacob Goyle helped to care of the injured young man.

The Muggle doctor took her cue from the instructions of the Wizarding medical personnel. The two young wizards healed the young man's injuries. They gave each other strange looks as they assessed any possible head trauma. Jacob sent his messenger Patronus.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked the two.

"We need someone from Obliviator Headquarters to verify some information," her son said.

Within ten minutes of sending the message out, two robed figures bounded up the staircases. The two wizards looked like one another. Both bald by choice and clean-shaven, the two black wizards entered the hospital room.

"Blaise," Hermione hugged the older of the two wizards.

The Upper Level Ministry Obliviator Blaise Zabini, Sr. hugged his former adversary, comforting her. "We got here as quickly as we could."

The younger Zabini shook hands with his contemporaries. "What do we have here?"

"I'm not sure, Junior," Draco said as he nodded at the unconscious patient.

Both of the Ministry Obliviators waved their wands over the young man's head. After a few minutes, they both looked at each other and then at the medical personnel in the room.

"Is this real?" Blaise Zabini, Jr. asked.

"We were hoping you could tell us," Jacob said.

"What is going on?" Hermione asked, her voice breaking.

"When Draco came in years ago," the veteran Obliviator began, "He was hit with a Category 4 Obliviate memory charm. "

"Uncle Draco is on the books as being the only person ever to fully recover his memories," Blaise, Jr. began. "Aunt Hermione, Drew's friend was hit with a Category 5."

"Will he be okay?" Hermione asked having to take a seat. The older Zabini sat next to her.

"We won't know his status until he regains consciousness," Blaise said as he squeezed her hand.

"It's like déjà vu," Hermione said, a little choked up. "Why is this happening again?"

"Hey, hey," Blaise said as he brought her into an embrace, holding her for a moment. He pushed her gently away, "Both of these kids will be alright. Drew is a fighter."

"Uncle Blaise is right, Mum," Draco, Jr. said. "Look, Phillip's going nowhere. Why don't we head out into the waiting room?

"Meanwhile, I'll go check on Aunt Ginny and the rest of the crew," Jacob said. The group filtered out of the patient's room, leaving him to rest and recover from his injuries in peace and quiet.

o-o-o

Saturday, 31 March, 01:20 GMT

Hermione was wringing her hands as she sat on one of the cushioned couches in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing wait room. Both obliviators had to leave a few moments after confirming the Category 5 Obliviate spell diagnosis. When her son was called to assist with her daughter, she nodded at him, signaling she'd be okay.

She sat for nearly five minutes before she stood up. She needed to clear her head. She started to walk away from the Hospital Wing. She walked instinctively up to Astronomy Tower, one of the best places to just sit and think; at least it was so during her time at the school.

She looked over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest as tears started to well up in her eyes. Two wispy white figures materialized to her left and right. Although she was frightened at first, her demeanor changed. The two amorphous figures became more clearly delineated.

"Hi Mum, hi Dad," she said.

"Hermione," Narcissa Malfoy, in spirit form placed her arms around her daughter-in-law. "We saw what happened."

"Has she spoken with you?" Hermione asked with a hint of foreboding in her tone.

Lucius Malfoy smiled gently at his daughter-in-law, "We haven't seen her in our realm yet. Nor will we be seeing her for a long time, you have to believe that."

"Drew's been in the Emergency Room for the last hour and a half," Hermione began, unable to stop a whimper from escaping.

"Ginny and her staff are amazing healers, Hermione," Lucius Malfoy said as he too put his ethereal arm around her.

"I know, Dad," Hermione said. "I just … I don't understand why Wizarding folk like Cecil Schield can't see past bloodlines. Wizarding history has discounted the differences in blood."

"What is that Muggle saying of yours," Mr. Malfoy said, looking into her daughter-in-laws' eyes. "You can't teach an old dog new tricks."

"Draco discounted that adage, Dad," Hermione said. The three of them laughed.

"Wizards like Cecil will always exist, Hermione," Mr. Malfoy began. "I know this because I was just like him. It took an extraordinary person like you to change all of us.

"Everyday at the Ministry, I was surprised to see others' thinking change as we talked about how the Wizarding World has become a better place with diversity at its core; giants, werewolves, veelas, goblins, centaurs, house elves, Muggle-borns, Half-bloods and Purebloods."

"The world has changed so much since the last Wizarding War," Mrs. Malfoy began, trying to comfort the younger witch. "We will weather this storm, Hermione."

"I can't lose her," Hermione said looking at the two ghosts.

"Drew's a fighter, Hermione," Mrs. Malfoy said.

"She's saved our lives so many times," Hermione said. "And I can't do a thing to return the favor. I'm just a Muggle doctor."

"Hermione," Mr. Malfoy, consoled her.

"She'll be alright, dear," Narcissa Malfoy said.

"Your Mum's right," Lucius Malfoy chimed in. "She's the strongest out of all of us.

"She's a Granger," he said, smiling at her.

"She's a Malfoy, too, Dad," she smiled at them, nodding. The trio laughed.

"We're all going to pull through this together," Narcissa Malfoy said as they looked off into the Forbidden Forest.

o-o-o

Saturday, 31 March, 02:00 GMT

Draco Malfoy apparated a few meters away from Hogwarts Castle using his Ministry Credential. He bounded up the staircases, bypassing the Hospital Wing and headed up to his sanctuary during his twenty-five year teaching stint.

His breath hitched as he reached the tower landing. She was curled up in the fetal position, peacefully sleeping. He quietly sat next to his wife, leaning against the wall behind them. He shut his eyes for a moment before he gently touched her shoulder.

"What's happened?" Hermione Granger-Malfoy said, bolting to a seated position.

"Hey. It's just me," Draco said as he helped her to stand. "I just got back from the Ministry."

"What news?" she asked.

He exhaled. "Come on. I'll tell you on our way back to the Hospital Wing.

"The intel coming in is fluid," Draco said as they walked down the stairs. "Phillip is Roxanne's son."

Hermione stopped in his tracks. "Serious? You're not his father, are you?" she half-joked.

Draco pulled her into an embrace, allowing her to cry into his chest. "That would make for a great Greek Tragedy," he said as he looked into her eyes.

"Kellen," she said.

"Probably," he said as they continued their route to the 3rd floor Hospital Wing. "Hans is finding out more on his situation."

She nodded. The pair was silent for the rest of the trek.