Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter related paraphernalia in this story. I own the plot, Liz, Shwule, and Dr. Eric Twycross...I might own the Damocles Belby Ward too, I can't remember if I made that up or if it was in the books. I also own the Weento Potion and Recordatio.
"But that means if it happened at 10:00, O God, Ron, tell me I'm wrong!" Ginny said, then fainting.
"Ginny!" Ron gasped, picking her up. They arrived at the ward, Ron carrying Ginny, and Hermione and Liz switching off helping Harry carry Draco. A young man of 21 opened the door.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Eric Twycross of the Damocles Belby Ward. I se you have two injured people?" The man's blond hair wiggled as he talked.
"Well, we were originally here for Draco," Liz said, indicating the still-sleeping blond, "but Ginny just fainted."
"I'll have my Assistant Medi-Witch, Schwule, attend to the girl. What exactly is wrong with Draco?" said Dr. Twycross, as he showed them into the ward. No one was in there. Ron thought this a bit strange, but said nothing.
"SCHWULE!" Dr. Twycross yelled, snapping his fingers.
"Yes, Dr. Twycross?" said the pale, dark haired witch, who had appeared out of nowhere, with a smirk.
"Attend to the red-headed girl. And call me Eric."
"Yes, Eric. Right this way, sir." Schwule led Ron over to one of the empty beds. Ron laid Ginny down on the bed nearest to him.
"We'll just give her some Weento Potion, and she'll come right around." Shwule waved her wand, tapped it twice on a goblet, and the Weento Potion appeared in the goblet. But before Schwule could pour the slimy neon green potion down Ginny's throat, Ginny woke up.
"Ron, who's that?" she said.
"I'm Schwule, Dr. Twycross's assistant medi-witch."
"You look like Pansy Parkinson," said Ginny
"I don't know this Pansy Parkinson you speak of, but I'm sure she's very pretty." Ginny raised an eyebrow but did not reply.
"Could you explain what happened to Draco?" Dr. Twycross asked. No one spoke for a moment, everyone looking at each other, as if deciding who should talk.
"Um…Last night, at approximately ten, ten-thirty pm, Draco was shot. There may have bee some magical contamination," said Liz, remembering Ginny's conversation with the Welcome Witch.
"And then, at midnight, this really weird light thing happened," said Harry.
"What exactly do you mean by 'really weird light thing'?" Dr. Twycross looked concerned. Everyone just looked at Liz.
"Well, sir, I remember it all very clearly. Everyone had just gone to sleep. At exactly midnight, this weird blue light surrounded Draco. It…pulsed, like a heart. And then came a flash of perfectly white light. No one else noticed it."
"Where were you?"
"We were on the Knight Bus, sir."
"Why were you awake?"
"I volunteered to stay up with him, make sure nothing else happened."
"I assume you all attend Hogwarts? Could you each state your house, and his as well?' Dr. Twycross gestured towards the young blond.
"Gryffindor."
"Me too."
"And me."
"Yeah, that' me."
"Ravenclaw. Oh, and he's Slytherin."
"Why would a Slytherin hang out with a bunch of Gryffindors? And why is a Ravenclaw with them, Schwule?" All he received were a bunch of glares.
"Can you heal him?" Liz asked, smiling sweetly. Behind the mask of sweetness, Liz thought 'It's this thing you call friendship. Obviously, some people never learn that houses aren't everything. Love knows no bounds.'
"It depends. If he has the Recordatio Curse, he'll heal himself. But if it's something more sinister….well….I don't know," said Dr. Twycross.
"Sir, could you tell us what the Recordatio Curse does?" asked Ginny.
"It is commonly used like a Memory Charm, but a bit more selective."
"What he means is that the Recordatio Curse is a simple curse used to make someone forget a specific thing," said Schwule.
"Okay. Um….We're gonna grab some breakfast and then we'll be back." Ginny dragged Liz out as the rest followed quickly.
"Ow! Ginny! Let go!" Liz struggled in Ginny's strong grip.
"Not until you promise to come with us and not sneak back to Draco."
"Fine." They continued to the restaurant in silence. They grabbed a table in the back, very secluded and perfect for their conversation.
"Has anyone noticed that Shwule looks a lot like Pansy Parkinson?" Ginny asked. Everyone murmured in agreement.
"Does anyone know anything else about Recordatio?" Ginny continued.
"You're the Medi-Witch!" said Ron.
"All I know is that the white flash is a purification of sorts. The blue light isn't always blue. It changes depending on what the person is forced to forget. It is an extremely hard to perform curse, even Madam Pomfrey couldn't perform it." As she finished, Hermione got her "know-it-all" look.
"The Recordatio Curse is an extremely selective and potent curse. It can only be performed on Hogwarts students, whether current or former it matters not. It was created by Salazar Slytherin after he left Hogwarts." Hermione recited.
Liz wondered what Draco had forgotten. Ron stuffed his face. Ginny and Hermione tried to recall anything else about the Recordatio Curse. Harry hoped that the blue flash hadn't had anything to do with Liz. Draco slept peacefully, as his magically managed mind slowly forgot every memory he had that wasrelated to Liz, including his friendship with the other four.
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mugglenetnutter - Are you saying that my Drakie-poo has to be unconcious for life to be right?
HermyPenguin - Thanks, dearie. And yes, the movie was ZOMG. But I'm gonna cry come July 13, 2007.