AN: Look at this! Less than a month. Not like I'm using this to procrastinate my English homework or anything...

Happy Easter!

I think Charlie Rowe (The Golden Compass) would make a good Scorpius? I think it's the fact that he's such a cutie but he could easily look like a snob? Obviously he has the wrong hair and eye-colour… I don't know I think young Scorpius is probably the hardest.

Dream cast for Molly Alice Weasley?

Chapter Six
Of Returning to Hogwarts and the- Merlin Damn It These Potatoes Are Amazing!

"Merlin damn it these potatoes are amazing!" Molly quietly exclaimed as she stared longingly at the food in front of her. In an unfortunate mishap, the elves had served the food too early and the sorting was still waiting to begin as the student population tried very hard not to salivate onto their new robes during the hat's song. Molly was having particular trouble as in front of her was her favourite interestingly shaped potatoes; there were ones like cauldrons and unicorns and even acromantulas (which she took vicious joy in stabbing).

Lien was crying as she tried to stifle her giggles, and the red-headed girl hiding behind her hair next to her was literally shaking with the effort of doing the same. Molly kicked Lien's leg as the door opened and the first-years walked in though.

"Guess who that is." Lien grinned, rolling her eyes as she gestured with her head to the girl at the front of the procession. Hayden Andrews was striding forwards, apparently having not met anyone on the train she wanted to stick with, swinging her dip-dyed hair defiantly. She was tiny, and her face didn't have the femininity that Sam's possessed, instead being rounder in face and fuller in lips, though looking as if she would one day be just as deceptively gorgeous as her sister was destined to be, but her stance was just like Sam's, as was the cool vibe she excluded as she popped a red bubble-gum balloon without batting an eye.

Professor Babbling, looking as ancient as always, unrolled the scroll of names and squinted at them.

"Abraham, Cassidy!" Cassidy seemed to melt out of the crowd of scared first years, as if she'd been conjured just by her name, and hadn't been there the whole time. She leapt prettily onto the stool, and blinked wide-eyed at the view it gave her.

"Slytherin!" Even those in green took a moment to stare in surprise before bursting into applause.

"Andrews, Hayden!" Hayden later swore that the hat didn't even touch her hair before it answered.

"Gryffindor!" The people at the start of the register always got the most enthusiastic applause unless it was someone's relative, but even so the Gryffindors cheered a little excessively. Sam and James both stood up and cheered for a good minute before Professor Vector finally managed to call for silence. All the while Hayden popped more bubble-gum with a small, exasperated but pleased, smile that kept up her cool appearance while still showing appreciation to her sister and the boy she'd once knocked out with a fire extinguisher.

"Bagby, Lizzie!" Jayna sat forwards slightly at the name, watching her old gardener's daughter perch on the stool.

"Hufflepuff!" Jayna smiled and clapped, planning on talking to her later.

"Carpenter, Anya!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Chamberlain, Randolph!" The next kid to slide out from the crowd made just as much of an impression as Hayden had. His hair was bright emerald green, the same colour as Albus' eyes, and gelled into a swooping Mohawk. Everyone got the distinct impression, from his name and his many ear piercings, that he was trying to rebel against uptight parents.

"Slytherin!" Scorpius and Albus whooped as loudly as the rest of their house as the next Slytherin made his way to the table. Randolph (known as Green to his friends, for obvious reasons), sat next to Cassidy. They both seemed a little shy, and hit it off immediately. It would take Green five years for him to realise he was in love with her, but unfortunately it would be too late by then.

"Chandler, Hilda!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Are there any Ravenclaws this year?" Lydjah muttered.

"Darby, Elisa!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Finally!" She exclaimed. There was a slight argument about it later, but, according to the girl herself, this was the exact moment that Jayna blacked out and began to scream like a banshee.

"Jayna! JAYNA! Jayna! Shut up!" Lydjah, along with Sam and Professor Jordan, was hauling her best friend bodily out of the Great Hall as she continued to shriek and shriek amongst shaken onlookers and confused first-years. The Ravenclaw was thrashing about wildly, her eyes still closed. James and the others had been stopped by Professor Jordan as they tried to follow, and Sam was only allowed because she was strong enough to hold Jayna's flailing limbs down.

"Let's get her to the Hospital Wing!" Professor Jordan shouted over her yells as the doors slammed shut behind them. Abruptly Jayna cut herself off and started sobbing, all still with her eyes closed. Lydjah leaned close to her friend's mouth, as she appeared to be mouthing words.

"Please, please, please-" Jayna whispered. Lydjah jumped back with a squeak as she started shrieking again, tears streaming down her cheeks. This time she was screaming words though. "PLEASE! Please! I won't tell, I won't tELL! PLEASE!" The halting screams continued, on and off, all the way there. Madam Longbottom came out of the wing as soon as they turned into the corridor, terror evident on her features. When she saw Jayna, the terror disappeared, replaced with worry.

"Bring her inside. Quickly." She held the door open as Sam dragged her through and all but threw her on the nearest bed before collapsing into a chair.

The matron cast a silencing spell, and then, with a wince, Petrificus Totalus. Jayna continued to scream, but silently now, her limbs frozen to her sides.

"Cecily, get me a Dreamless Sleep Potion from the cupboard above my desk." The Transfiguration teacher complied without complaint. "Miss Dawson; what happened?"

"I don't- I don't know; one minute she was clapping for some Hufflepuff girl, the next she was one the floor screaming."

"Some Hufflepuff girl?" Madam Longbottom said sharply. Lydjah screwed up her face in concentration.

"Lizzie… Bagshot? Bagily?" Lydjah's eyes were flicking between the matron and Jayna's mouth, still opened in a silent scream.

"Bagby." Sam supplied, slightly breathless from the excursion.

"Lizzie Bagby? Does she have some relation to Jayna? Something that would trigger-" Madam Longbottom cut herself off with a quick glance to Sam. Lydjah waved her away.

"She knows some of it already, Jayna wouldn't care. Just continue."

"Something that would trigger Jayna's memories of the Cruciatus curse?"

"From October? No; besides, surely if it was from October, seeing James, Potter that is, would trigger it." Sam said. Lydjah snapped her fingers in realisation.

"Bagby! Lizzie is Jayna's old gardener's daughter. We met him at the Quidditch World Cup."

"The gardener that worked for Jayna's family before the accident?"

"Yes." The matron's face got very dark. She took the potion from Professor Jordan and poured it down Jayna's throat without another word. Jayna's open mouth finally went slack and when Madam Longbottom took the body-bind off her the Ravenclaw went straight into her usual spread-eagled sleeping shape. "What? Why does that matter?" Lydjah asked, her voice quieter with relief.

"I'm afraid that's something I'll have to discuss with just Jayna, when she wakes up. I'd go back to the feast. Thank you for your help." The clear dismissal wasn't taken well by any of them, even Professor Jordan, but they all acquiesced and left the wing, Jayna's gentle snores like some ironic echo behind them.

"What the Hell happened?" James hissed as Sam slid into the seat beside him again. When they'd come back into the Hall whispers had been spread along the tables, but no-one was rude enough to interrupt the Sorting. Or, James thought, not enough people cared enough to. The idea made him clench his fists. If he had been the one that had to be dragged out kicking and screaming everyone would be crowding around hoping to see if he was ok, because he was a 'good guy', because he was Harry Potter's son. Not that he was denying that he was, but too many people put too much faith in a surname. Jayna was a Blackwood, so Jayna was evil. Scorpius was a Malfoy, so Scorpius was untrustworthy. Sam was a muggleborn, so Sam was weak.

It irked him to no end. Jayna was his friend, and if people weren't so prejudice, she'd be their friend too.

"Quick, Grace!"

"I don't know." Sam said back, looking slightly shaken, though obviously trying to hide it as she smiled at her sister down the table as if nothing was wrong. "Madam Longbottom said something about the cruciatus curse; she had those nightmares last year didn't she? And then she asked if there had been any mention of her family, and then she got very cross and sent us all out."

"That makes no sense!"

"I know. We're going to have to quiz Jayna later."

"Ravenclaw!" The hat finally decided.

"Revie, Isaiah!"

"Slytherin!"

"Why would Jayna know any more than we do? I thought she blacked out?"

"Sandford, Jasper!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Oi Sam!" Sam looked at her best friend in annoyance at his exclamation.

"What?"

"Stop staring holes into the back of your girlfriend's head; she's not going anywhere, and answer my question!" Sam didn't blush but it was clear to James she was embarrassed by the way she averted her gaze for a few seconds.

"Tanner, Hope!"

"I haven't seen her in six weeks because you insisted we spend the entire train ride setting dungbombs all over the train-"

"Which you enjoyed immensely!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"I didn't say I didn't! But I still didn't get to see her!"

"Thacker, Keaton!"

"Gryffindor!" Their conversation was cut off as they clapped enthusiastically for what was likely to be the last person to join their house.

"Vipond, Demi!" The last student scrambled up to the stool, obviously hoping to get the crowd's attention off her as soon as possible.

"Hufflepuff!"

"Without further ado; eat!" Professor Vector said quickly, as soon as Demi had sat down. The students heeded her words with glee, digging into the food in front of them with several moans of 'finally' being heard around the room.

Scorpius, however, had no chance to do the same as he'd been taught for most of his life it was rude to start eating while people were trying to talk to you, even if that person was the newly-made Slytherin, Vincent Goyle.

"Are you going to write to your father tonight? I bet they won't be surprised." 'Vince' cut himself off to do what he called a laugh and what the rest of the world viewed as a coughing fit. Albus looked vaguely alarmed until Scorpius forced a grin at the new addition to their table.

"Vince," Scorpius said, through gritted teeth and a polite smile, "this is my best friend-"

"Albus Potter." Vincent sneered. Then he laughed his horrible choking giggle again. "Best friend? You had me for a second there Scorpius. Obviously I'm your best friend." He snorted some more. Albus sent Scorpius a 'what the actual fuck' look. Vincent Goyle was more like two children stuck together. He was huge, both in shoulder and stomach, but had a strangely tiny head which Scorpius thought summed him up rather nicely. Next to him, Scorpius looked tiny despite being a year older, but also much more attractive than he actually was.

Thankfully he was saved from answering by Jack Coleman knocking a jug of pumpkin juice 'accidentally' onto Al's lap. Well, thankfully might not be the right word, but saved at least. It looked like Jack and Vincent would be good friends, by the way they snorted in synchronisation.

He took this moment to dig into his food and, thank Merlin for small miracles, Vincent finally realised they were allowed to do that and grabbed a piece of steak with a bit too much enthusiasm.

"Miss Blackwood?" Jayna opened her eyes with all the grace of a drowning elephant. There were no fluttering eyelashes or soft sighs of 'oh I just woke up from a beautiful dream'. She peeled her eyes open, made a face at the light, closed them again and tried to press her face into the pillow, which was slightly damp from where she'd drooled into it (the advantage of having short hair was that drool never went into it). That's when her sluggish mind processed the narrow image she'd seen when she'd squinted at the room, and she snapped them open again, feeling even more disorientated than she usually did when she woke up for the first time at Hogwarts. "Jayna?"

Her gaze fixed on the blurry image of Madam Longbottom's concerned face. She blinked and the image became clearer. She put her palms up to pull herself onto her pillows and sit up. The movement felt a little stiff, but she didn't hurt anywhere. The last thing she remembered was Lizzie Bagby being sorted into Hufflepuff- and then that horrible, horrible nightmare.

"What happened?" Jayna croaked, realising she must have been screaming in her sleep, again, for her throat to be this sore.

"During the Sorting ceremony yesterday you blacked out and then had a fit. Your friends had to drag you here. I knocked you out with a dreamless sleep potion. I hope you don't mind; I couldn't really ask your permission."

"No that's fine. I had a fit? In front of the entire school?" Jayna bit her lip, heat rising in her cheeks at the idea.

"Yes." Madam Longbottom hesitated. "A fit, caused by repressed memories that were triggered by Lizzie Bagby, of the cruciatus curse."

"What?"

"I'm almost certain of it. I've never seen a case as extensive as yours but unconscious repression of memories is common in those who've had that inflicted on them, and their memories are often triggered by things that are related to the event. Jayna…" Hannah Longbottom moved to sit on the edge of Jayna's bed. "I know you don't wish to believe it, and I'm not suggesting it was everyone in your family but-"

"My grandfather used to torture me then wipe my memory of it. I tried to run once; I crashed into Lizzie in the gardens and he caught up with me and obliviated us both." Madam Longbottom gasped as Jayna stared defeatedly down at her hands.

They weren't nightmares at all. They were memories. The ones she'd had the year before she couldn't remember when she woke up, but it looked like she was recalling them now.

She needed to talk to her friends.

"Oh Jayna." The matron whispered, apparently at a loss for what to say.

"It's ok- I mean it's not, of course it's not-" To her horror she started to sob. Hannah Longbottom gathered her into her arms without a word, rubbing soothing circles into her back.

"Rise and shine nerd we've got chocolate-" James and Sam entered grinning, before faltering in the doorway.

"Er-" Jayna kept her face turned away from them, letting go of the nurse so she could wipe the tears away from her cheeks.

"We can come back later-" Sam started awkwardly, trying to drag James away. He shook her off and stalked over to Jayna's bed. Jayna looked determinedly at her hands, twisting them in the sheets. Madam Longbottom got up, not sure what she was going to do when James pulled Jayna into a warm hug. She stiffened, unsure of what on earth he was doing, but he didn't let go.

Madam Longbottom smiled and left to go into her office to write Jayna's prescription, knowing, if James was anything like his father, she was leaving Jayna in capable hands. Sam brought the chocolate over to the end of the bed and sat in the empty chair by her bedside. Hesitantly, as if she was sure she'd regret this; she reached over and squeezed Jayna's hand.

Jayna chuckled into James shoulder and pulled away from him, smiling embarrassedly but genuinely at them both.

"What's wrong?" James asked gently. Jayna breathed in deeply through her nose.

"If I tell you, can you please relate it to the others because I'm not saying it twice."

"Of course." Sam nodded.

"Muffilato." Jayna whispered, pointing her wand at the general direction of the matron's office, only feeling a slight pang of guilt. "So- well I'd better start at the beginning. You know the Courtyard duel? At the start of last year?"

"Yeah."

"Well we were all obliviated at the end of that. But unlike everyone else, the more I tried to remember, the more I forgot. I can't remember that entire day now. That's not normal. So I found out that it's a symptom of someone who's repeatedly had the memory charm performed on them. Obviously I wouldn't know if this was true and the prospect kind of scared me so I tried to forget about it. No pun intended." She added, with a sad little smile. "Then I was tortured when we were kidnapped in October. Normally you have to go to St Mungos for that, so that wasn't odd, but my side-effects were. It's normal to have nightmares after being tortured, but not as many as I was having, and nerve damage usually only occurs in extreme circumstances. I was given Dreamless Sleep Potion and that took away most of my problems. I had lots of nightmares once my prescription ran out but they weren't quite as frequent."

"I thought you had them every night for a bit?"

"I did."

"Then that's very frequent!"

"No it's not. In St Mungos for the first two days I was constantly having fits, like the one I had yesterday. So every night wasn't as bad as every day as well. Anyway the number of nightmares lessened and I assumed that was the end of it. I could never properly recall any of them, until today.

"Lizzie Bagby is the daughter of my family's old gardener. When I saw her for the first time after the kidnapping, she triggered a supressed memory of mine. It wasn't supressed by me, but by obliviation. I-" She stopped, and backtracked a little. "My grandfather was a really strange bloke. Very set in his ways, very old-fashioned. Not great, but not awful."

"Your grandfather Roland Blackwood?"

"Yeah. And, well, my family all knew about the experiments he used to conduct every so often in the cellar. Not like any of us really knew… It was sort of like we were aware it happened, like we were aware that Elizabeth is the Queen of England, but none of us knew how we knew, and none of us ever saw him go down there or hear anything… Cara and I… We thought perhaps it was Muggleborns he was testing something on; he was a great potioneer you see and we thought maybe he was just trying his experiments out. We didn't think they were dangerous potions and, well back then I thought Muggleborns were like rats, so it didn't really seem worse to me than animal testing." Jayna said, with an apologetic glance at Sam. She shrugged it off with a shudder. "He wasn't though."

"He wasn't torturing Muggleborns?"

"No; he was torturing me."

"Wait; whAT?!" They both yelled, horror covering their features.

"That's not all of it." Jayna took a moment to stare at her hands again, working past the lump in her throat. "H-He wasn't doing for fun. He was telling me about his organisation, preparing me for when I would join it. And then, to keep me from telling the rest of my family, he would torture me and take my memories, so I wouldn't want to have the memories back and would consciously supress them even further until he decided to give them to me. I was repressing almost a bad feeling, like I didn't know what it was that I couldn't remember, only that I didn't want to remember it."

"What organisation was he a part of?" James asked, dread curling in his stomach. Jayna looked up and caught his eye.

"The Nightwatchers."