"Take my hand and we'll apparate at my house and get help. We can come back for him later." Matthew grabbed Amy and tore her away from Rory's motionless body.
"No! We can't leave him here!" Amy fought him off.
"I can't apparate three people. I can hardly do two! If I try with all three of us and mess it up we could all get spliced and then we'll all be dead" Matthew grabbed Amy before she could run back down to Rory.
"I don't care! We can't leave him!" Amy beat on Matt's chest to fight him off as he held her tight.
"I'm sorry" Matt closed his eyes and they dissaperated leaving Rory behind.
Amy couldn't breath but it wasn't the strain of the apparition process that caused it. It was a full on panic attack. Matthew's calls for help reverberated off the the stone walls of the old mansion.
Jenny Flint quickly ran down the stairs. "What's happened, sir?!" She took Amy in her arms and took her pulse. "Mistress!" She called out to Vastra who came running down after her.
"Oh, Goddess help us. What's happened?" Vastra asked Matthew.
"Alaya, she tried to attack us. She hurt my friend." Matt tried not to cry. "He's still in King's Cross. She put a shield around us and we couldn't call for help."
"I'll go back with you." Vastra went for her veil. "Jenny take her upstairs to the bedroom on the left. Let her rest." She disappeared with Matthew.
"Alright now, Miss. Let's go upstairs and.." Jenny's cut off.
"No! He's dead!" Amy screamed.
"You have to calm yourself, Miss." Jenny couldn't contain the young girl's rage. She managed to get Amy up to the bedroom but Amy began to throw anything she could get her hands on.
Vastra and Matthew reappeared a few minutes later and Amy was still not calming down. "Where is he?! Where's Rory?"
"He's at St. Mungos. He'll be well cared for there." Vastra explained.
"I should be with him." Amy couldn't stop crying.
Vastra looked at Matthew. "Get the calming draught from the cupboard so she can get some rest. The poor thing's in shock."
It took some wrestling but she finally drank from the bottle Matthew gave her and she finally slept.
"Wait!" Vastra looked at the bottle in Matthew's hands. "Is that what you gave her?! That's not the calming draught. That's the forgetfulness potion."
"What?!" Matthew looked worried but decided it wasn't the worst. "It doesn't last forever, right? Besides, it's probably good if she just forgets the experience all together for a while."
"Maybe.." Vastra wasn't convinced. "If she took too much it might lead to some permanent alterations in her memory."
They reached Amy's parents and took her home for Christmas. They said she wasn't feeling so fell and that she'd gotten a bit faint after the ride home. She seemed to remember Matt and although it took her a moment; she recognized her mum and dad. She never asked about Rory.
Christmas came and went and it was time again to go back to school. Mary Denby had been given some books she'd asked for although they seemed a bit advanced for your average 3rd year. But Mary wasn't any average 13 year old and her parent's knew that. They feared her and although they never admitted to it aloud, Mary knew. They gave her anything she wanted out of fear.
She ran into her Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher on the way out of class causing her books to fall from her bag. Her professor quickly picked them up.
"Guide to Advanced Occlumency" Harold Saxon looked mildly impressed. "This is why you always seem so bored in class, isn't it? You're beyond the usual level of academics we teach here, aren't you?" He began to turn a black leather book over to read the title but Mary quickly took it from him.
"Yes. I am" Mary's cool blue eyes shot him a look.
Saxon smiled mischievously. "I won't get you in any trouble for the things you read, Ms. Denby. I share your interests. But be careful; other teachers might not be as understanding as I am."
Mary held her copy of Secrets of the Darkest Art close to her chest as she nodded. "If I ever have questions I can come to you, right?"
"Certainly" Professor Saxon smiled as he walked back into his office.
Mary walked around the corridor to find an old familiar face. "Tosh! I thought you'd moved away." She smiled
"I did but now I'm back" Toshiko was pleasantly surprised that Mary remembered her. She worried the kiss they'd shared last year wasn't as meaningful to Mary as it had been to her.
"Back to stay, I hope" Mary's smile always had a devilishly intriguing quality to it. Tosh shook her head shyly in reply. "Well, Tosh I think we should celebrate your return and catch up on everything you've missed. There's a really lovely spot up in the clock tower with an excellent view."
"Ok" Tosh meekly replied knowing that she should probably not be so interested in her but she couldn't help her curiosity for her. Owen was obviously a useless crush but Mary was more than willing to listen to Toshiko. There could be a chance she'd regret this later but for now she was going to do whatever she wanted without worrying about the consequence. It seemed she had a terrible weakness for Slytherins.
The Gryffindor girls were in the snow covered courtyard catching up on their winter break stories when sourfaced Cassandra O'Brien felt the need to ruin their day. "Ugh! They've sorted so many muggle borns in Gryffindor you'd think I was looking at a group of Hufflepuffs"
"Get lost, Cassandra" Rose shot back.
"Who's this?" Amy looked confused.
"Are you sure you're alright, Amy?" Donna put her arm around her fellow Gryffindor's shoulder. "You've been acting more forgetful than me and that's saying something."
"I wish I could forget ever meeting Cassandra." Rose joked making the girls laugh.
"I got a letter to join this school same as you so leave us the hell alone!" Little Gwen Cooper got in Cassandra's face.
"You have some nerve for a first year muggleborn." Cassandra scoffed. "I'll show you girls what happens when you talk back to me. Mimblewimble"
The 4 girls were left speechless for the rest of the afternoon. They couldn't speak again until they were getting ready for bed. "What is that girl's problem?!" Amy finally cried out.
"She hates us because we aren't pure enough, remember?" Rose spoke as she jumped into her bed. "Honestly, Amy, did you hit your head over Christmas holiday or something?"
"I.. I don't think so.. I was sick, I think" Amy rubbed her head. "I just need to sleep." She turned out the lights.