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Chapter 1
Obliviate
It wasn't yet Autumn, but the leaves on the trees had already turned colors, and dry, brittle ones, which now littered the sidewalks, crunched loudly beneath Sabrina's pointy, black boots, as she walked hand-in-hand with her boyfriend, Harvey Kinkle, who suddenly couldn't recall how they'd already reached Gladwin Road. The sun had already set, and the sky was suddenly dark. A chunk of time seemed to be lost from his memory. He felt as though he'd just waken from the kind of dreamless sleep, in which an eternity seems to have passed within the span of a few minutes. He was worrying aloud to Sabrina, who attempted to reassure him in a calm voice, that he'd merely been zoned out, and the sun had set too quickly for him to realize. After all, it had been setting progressively earlier, since her sixteenth birthday. It would eventually be the first of September, and Sabrina would have to leave Harvey for the better part of the next few years, as she'd tried to explain to him, before erasing the conversation from his memory with a flick of her newly acquired wand, and the whisper of the word "Obliviate." Next time they were to have this conversation, Sabrina decided, she would have to say that she'd simply been transferred to some fancy boarding school, rather than Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He'd assumed she was trying to break up with him, and must take him for a fool, to think he'd believe such a silly idea.
"Sure you're okay?" She asked, as Harvey walked her to the front door of the Spellman Mortuary, which Sabrina had always called home.
"Yeah," Harvey said unconvincingly, but Sabrina knew he would be okay, despite his confusion.
"I'll call you tomorrow." His face brightened slightly at this thought, as they climbed the porch steps, where they kissed each other deeply, until they were both out of breath; at which point Harvey decided that he himself should probably head home. With a dreamy sigh, Sabrina closed the door, and leaned against the inside of it. How could I ever leave Harvey?, she wondered, as she crossed the foyer, and started to make her way up one side of the double staircase.
"Explain yourself, young lady." Aunt Zelda's heels clacked across the foyer's marble floor, as she stomped angrily toward Sabrina. "You've just received mail from the Ministry," she waved a leaf of parchment in Sabrina's face, "claiming that you've used magic in front of a Muggle. More specifically, that you've Obliviated someone's memory." Zelda's eyebrows knit briefly in confusion, before a look of realization played across her features. "Was that Harvey Kinkle that walked you home? Did you tell him you're a witch?"
"Maybe..." Sabrina smiled sheepishly at Zelda, who pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation.
"In three days, you'll have to stand before the Ministry of Magic, and explain yourself, lest you'll be expelled from Hogwarts, before you'll have even been able to attend. Now, I advice you to leave out the finer details of your motive. It's bad enough that you've used magic in front of a Muggle, let alone that you told him about our kind."
"Well, if I erased his memory of it, why would it matter that I told him?"
"It'll matter to the Ministry."
"Besides, maybe I want to be expelled." Sabrina continued up the stairs. "Then, I won't have to make any hard decisions."
"There's only one decision to make, Sabrina. Of course, you'll attend, should the Ministry vote in your favor," Zelda's voice raised a decibel with every step further away that Sabrina took. "Don't forget, your hearing is in three days, so be prepared!"
Once in the privacy of her room, Sabrina plopped down on her bed, and silently wept. Her black cat, Salem, newly acquired from the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley, curled up beside her. "What should I do?" She scratched absently behind his ears. "I want to go to Hogwarts, but I don't want to leave Harvey, and I don't know what I'd even say to him." She didn't want to think anymore, so she swept the thoughts under the figurative carpet, and willed her consciousness to entirely shut down. Within minutes, she'd fallen into a sleep too deep to be disturbed by her nightmares.