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A/N- No beta for this one yet. All mistakes are my own. These chapters are going to a bit shorter than my other fic. Let me know what you all think! ~VerdeVeritas

Chapter 2

Draco didn't know what to do. Hermione hadn't had a panic attack this bad for years. Not since right after the war, and she certainly hadn't ever shied away from him. He hoped there was a reason for this. He hoped it would be easy to fix. He hoped she didn't completely regress into a state of hysteria and paranoia.

He sat and watched her, his wand on his knees in case he needed to knock her out again before Potter and a Healer arrived. She had been seeing a mind healer for years. Why this all the sudden. What would have caused this? How did she not know her own son or husband? She knew his name, sure. That seemed to be all she had known, though.

"Draco, what is so urgent I had to abandon my wife and kids?" Potter yelled down the hall. Draco shot up quick as a whip to tell him to hush. Potter never was one for sneaking or subtly.

"Potter! Stop it! Come in here. I don't know what's wrong with her. She came into the room with me and Scorp and devolved into hysterics. She started asking for you and she wouldn't let me near her. I had to halve an elf knock her out before she passed out from lack of oxygen. I think it's best you stay til she wakes," Draco explained quickly.

"What? She has not had a panic attack in at least a year. I thought she was doing well?"

"So, did I. I don't know what's going on any more than you do at this point."

"Fuck. Alright."

Harry pulled up a chair next to Draco's, transfiguring a footstool that sat in the corner. They didn't have to wait long before the Healer popped in with Tilly.

"What's going on?" it was Hannah Longbottom. Thankfully, it was someone Hermione would know.
"I wish I knew. She came into the room with me and Scorp and completely lost it," Draco explained.

Hannah, not one to waste time, went over to the bed and cast a diagnostic charm over Hermione. She read the results quickly, the corners of her mouth pulling down into a frown.

"This says she's recovering from broken ribs, a dark curse, and she's severely malnourished. I thought you said she was eating normally? And where did these injuries come from?"

"I don't know! She was fine yesterday, healthy. She's been eating fine, she certainly hasn't been hit with any kind of a curse!"

Hannah went to work, sending her into a deeper sleep so she wouldn't wake in the middle. She set to healing her bones, tipping some Skele' Gro down her throat that she'd had in her satchel. She undid Hermione's dressing gown and sucked in a grasp.

"When did she get this?" Hannah directed at Harry and Draco.

"She…didn't have that last night. What is that scar on her arm? What the fuck is going on here Longbottom?" Draco asked, panic evident in his voice. What the hell had happened to his sweet wife?

"Okay. There has to be an explanation for this."

"What the fuck could that possibly be?!" Draco yelled at the room.

"I don't know, Malfoy, but we'll get to the bottom of it. I think we should let her rest a while and then I will wake her, and ask her what she last remembers. What else happened?"

"She kept yelling about harry, waning to know what had happened to him. That is why I had Tilly bring him here. I thought it best he was here when she woke up," Draco supplied to the healer.

"That makes sense. You said she feared you?"

"Yes. She didn't want me anywhere near her."

" All right, then when I wake her I think it's best you're not in the room. It may just cause another fit of hysteria, and until we know what's happening it's for the best we keep her calm."

"That's…fine. But I will be right outside, and I will have a full report of what happens in here," he said seriously. His tone brooked no argument.

Harry dropped his hand onto Draco's shoulder, squeezing slightly for comfort. He and Harry were really only friends because of Hermione, but Draco would take what comfort the git could give.

"she might talk to me mate. We've been friends forever. It may have been a nightmare or something. You know she suffered a lot," Harry offered.

"I know. I was here to help her pick up the pieces. If she hadn't offered to enter the Death Eater ranks I'd be in Azkaban. She saved me, you know? And I can't help her," Draco said forlornly.

"It'll be okay. We'll figure this out."

" As it is, there's nothing to do now but wait. I am going to let her sleep a minimum of another couple of hours. She needs her rest. Her magical core is frantic, right now," said Hannah.

Little did any of them know, Hermione was at that moment reliving her death in her dreams. She was reliving the battle in vivid color, and she couldn't break out of it. She didn't know what was happening around her, but it didn't matter. She was reliving taking the curse for Luna. Reliving all of the fear and inability to help Harry. She was reliving the horror of harry jinxing her so she couldn't follow him into the forest. And she couldn't get out.

"Why don't you two go and get some tea? It will be awhile. I promise I won't leave her side. She knows me, that's why I came rather than one of the other Healers on staff today," Hannah offered with a small smile. In truth, she really wanted to inspect Hermione's body further. She was riddled in scars Hannah had never seen before, and some that she had. She wasn't sure what Hermione had been doing in the span of the past eight hours, but I had definitely taken a toll on the witch.

"Alright, but call me as soon as she wakes,' said Draco.

"Of course, I wouldn't dream of keeping you from her. I know how protective you are of her," soothed Hannah.

As soon as Harry and escorted Draco from the room, Hannah set to work. She had never seen Hermione with a tattoo, and she'd never seen the scar on her forearm. What kind of monster would have carved, "mudblood" into her arm like that? And what about the purple-red scar that began just under her clavicle and down to her hop. That one was definitely cursed.

Hannah set to discerning how to ease Hermione's pain, and remove the Dark taint from her magical core. The wounds on her body had healed, but they were still poisoning her magic. That much was evident. Hermione's magic was normal a bright, happy turquoise color, but there were dark stains eating away at the edges. Hannah c couldn't reconcile it. She'd seen the witch for her yearly appointment just months ago, and she wasn't covered in this mess. The tattoo alone would have taken more than that to heal if Hannah's experience had any merit. She'd seen more than one infected tattoo because a wizard dint' know how to keep them clean so they'd heal properly.

Hannah delved deep into Hermione's magic. She was severely malnourished and had been for what l looked to be months. She wasn't like this before. She was healthy and happy and loved her baby boy. She was talking about trying for another, and that was one of the reasons behind the appointment in the first place.

Hermione Malfoy was not a witch to be trifled with, and Hannah had known she didn't hide anything from her wizard. They'd worked too hard to be together after the fall of Voldemort. Everyone thought her so tainted with dark magic the witch had even spent a few short weeks in Azkaban, much to the protests of the Order and Harry. Alas, there was nothing they could have done for it. She had to be held and tried like everyone else.

"Dearest Hermione, what has happened to you?" Hannah whispered. She was nonplussed at this turn of events.

Hannah must have spent more time than expected trying to figure out how to cure Hermione's ills, for the with soon began to wake. Hannah didn't waste any time, and called for Tilly to collect Harry and Draco. Hannah wanted Harry there before she woke. Hannah knew one of the few people who had managed to soothe Hermione at her worst was Harry.

As soon as Harry was in the room, and after Hanah had confirmed that Draco was waiting in the hall, she began to gently pull Hermione out of her sleep a little at a time. She motioned for Harry to stand next to her, so she would see him immediately. Ince Harry was in place, Hanah touched the tup of her wand to Hermione's forehead and sent a gentle message into her mind to helo her wake.

"Hermione, come on up. Open your eyes. It's Hannah. Harry is here with me. Wake up and tell us what's wrong," she murmured.

"Hermione, it's Harry. Come one, love. Wake up," he gently coaxed. "I'm right here. Wake up and tell us what's wrong."

"Mmm. Harry?" Hermione's eyes opened, and she was immediately on alert. It was as if no time had passed. "Harry! Hannah?" She started to sob uncontrollably, as she reached for Harry and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Oh, Harry I was so worried! What's wrong with you? How dare you run off into that forest without letting me come with you to keep you alive? Don't you know what you did to me?" Hermione sobbed into Harry's shoulder as he held her close. Harry shot a confused look at Hannah, unsure of how to proceed.

"Hermione, would you take a calming draught? I'm afraid we don't know what's happened, and we need you to stay calm so you can fill us in, okay?" Hannah prodded with an even and gentle voice.

"Of—c-course," Hermione hiccoughed. She accepted the vial from Hannah and downed it quickly. She would love to stop crying, too. Harry held on to his best friend's hand while the potion took effect, knowing she wouldn't want him to be far from her. She had been like this before after some of her nightmares. After a few minutes, Hermione's breathing slowed, and she was breathing evenly. Hannah cast another diagnostic charm over the witch to make sure she could answer some questions.

"Alright, Hermione. Do you know where you are?"

"I think I'm at Malfoy Manor."

"Good. Do you know who I am?"

"Of course, you're Hannah Abbott," Hermione replied.

Hannah's smiled faltered a little at the answer, recognizing she didn't' remember her and Neville's wedding. "And what's the last thing you remember before you woke up this morning?"

"I was fighting in the final battle. I took an AK and shoved Luna out of the way. I felt some warmth and heard some singing and then I woke up here," Hermione explained. Her confusion was plain on her face. Hannah and Harry echoed the sentiments, but for different reasons.

"Hermione, what do you mean final battle?" asked Hannah. Harry sat on the side of the bed, still holding Hermione's hand. She was clutching him like a lifeline.

"The one where we were fighting at Hogwarts, trying to kill that psychotic bastard? How could you forget that?" Hermione asked, aghast. She didn't know how anyone could forget that smell or the sight of all the bloodied fallen on the ground around them.

"Alright, and can you tell me about this scar?" Hannah asked, indicating the deep purple-red one.

"This is the scar Dolohov gave me in the Department of Mysteries, before Sirius died," Hermione explained. She was still confused but was starting to get suspicious now.

"And this one?" Hannah asked, pointing to her forearm.

"Bellatrix Lestrange carved it into my arm with a cursed dagger, after hitting me with the Cruciatus. She was torturing me for knowledge about where we had gotten the sword in the drawing-room of this very Manor, Hermione emphasized.

Harry frowned. Hermione had never been tortured. AT least not at the hands of Bellatrix. She had certainly pissed off Voldemort a time or two, like when she faked the death of Draco, but she'd never been tortured by Bellatrix, and she had certainly never been tortured here.

"Hermione, love, what about the tattoo on your shoulder?" Harry asked. His tone was curious, but he was getting scared. This Hermione was more broken and confused than he had seen, even after she had helped him to kill Voldemort and round up all the Death Eater's and sympathizers.

"This one is new. I woke up with it. I didn't have it when I was killed. Or, when I thought I was killed? I don't know, I can't make sense of any of it to be honest," Hermione let go fo Harry's hand, only to cover her face. She was obviously confused, and that worried Harry.

"Harry, stay with her. I'm going to go send a message," Hannah instructed. She stepped out into the hall to speak with Draco. Her husband was in charge of her care. Upon seeing her, Draco leapt to stand before she could speak. Worry was etched around his eyes and mouth. Long gone were the days Draco Malfoy hid behind a mask of ice. Hermione had broken him of that long ago.

"I think we need to get her to St. Mungo's. There is nothing I can do here, and I'm out of my depth. There's something going on that I don't understand. Muggles would call this a fugue state. She doesn't even seem like the same Hermione," Hannah explained. "I don't' think you should see her yet. She thinks she was tortured here, by your Aunt. She also believes that there was a battle at Hogwarts. She doesn't remember Neville and I getting married."

"Alright. I'll need to find care for Scorpius. I'll see if Ginny can take him for a little while. I won't go into the hospital room, but I will be there," Draco said. "See if Harry can go with her. There is no way she'll go without him. He was her main concern, and I've seen her like that before."

Hannah simply nodded and stepped back into the room. She had to get the witch to a Healer who might be able to help. Hanah was good, but she'd only been doing the job for a few years. She was out of her element, and she needed to do some research.

"Hermione, if Harry went with you, would you go to 's?" Hannah questioned softly. It wouldn't do to spook her. She was already spooked enough.

" Yes, yes, I'll go. I don't know what's happened to me. I keep getting these flashes of images, and they don't add up at all. I feel like I'm going mad…" Hermione started to leak tears again. She didn't even look up when she spoke to Hannah.

"Do you have a headache?" asked Harry. He knew all about those. He had them often enough when Voldemort was alive.

"This is so much worse than a headache. I feel as if my brain is being split in two," Hermione grumbled.

"Alright love. I'll pack you something and then we'll go, okay? We're going to take the Floo. Your core is a state of flux I do not like and that will be safer," Hannah said kindly.

Hermione could only groan, the pounding in her ears got louder and louder as time went on. She just wanted to go back to sleep. She wanted the images and pain to stop. She wanted it all to stop.

Harry cast his Patronus, "Ginny, Hermione has taken ill. I'm going with her to St. Mungo's. I'll keep you up to date," and his stag loped out of the room to find his wife. Although, he wasn't sure if Hermione knew that he and Ginny had married, considering she still thought Hannah was an Abbott.

Hermione didn't even bother looking up as Hannah and Harry helped her to stand and guide her to the Floo. She didn't stop cradling her head, and she most certainly hadn't stopped crying. Harry and Hermione flanked her on both sides, as Hannah dropped some Floo powder and firmly spoke, "St. Mungo's!"

Hermione hadn't seen Draco Malfoy's tears or worried facial expression. She hadn't seen him twisting his ring around his finger, a nervous tick he had developed after they'd been married. Hermione didn't notice the pictures around their room or the evidence she had been living there for quite some time. The only thing Hermione could see were images of two lives trying to reconcile themselves together in her fragile mind, and she may as well have been blind to the photographic proof of her holding her own son. Of she and Draco smiling happily together, posing on their wedding day. No, Hermione only knew that she was supposed to be dead. She could only see blood, feel fear and pain, see dead bodies littering the ground. All Hermione wanted, was for it to stop.