Chapter 2 : Chapter 2
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Having just left session with Lavender, Hermione and Draco walked furiously down the hall in the middle of a heated argument.
“What do you mean you said you’d try it?”
“Just that. I told Healer Brown that I would give it a go,” he answered ignoring her angry glare.
“Peter, why did I have to find out about this from her? Why didn’t you tell me yourself?”
“Because she just told me about the new treatment before session?” He responded defensively.
“You mean back in your room?”
“Sweet Jesus Peter, that was only two hours ago. Have you even thought this through yet? Do you know what the possible side effects might be? These potions could seriously hurt you.”
“I’m not stupid Sarah. I asked her about that. What might happen, the pros and cons, how I might react physically to it all.”
Switching gears, she tried another tactic. “Why didn’t you talk to me first? I could have played devil’s advocate for you.”
“I am an adult Sarah. I’m more than capable of making my own decisions.”
“I know that… I know that, but I might have been able to give you a different perspective.”
“Why are you so against this? Don’t you want me to get my memory back?”
She froze. He unwittingly hit the nail on the head. She felt extremely guilty for wanting him to remain clueless about who he used to be, but she couldn’t deny the selfish wish existed deep within her. Logically, she knew it wasn’t fair to him, but she was having some serious problems being rational lately.
If what Ron had told her was true, there was a great possibility she may lose Draco forever if he remembered everything. As much as she could not fathom it, apparently they had despised each other. It would be absolutely gut wrenching to her now if he started to hate her.
After an excruciating silence, she responded.
“No, I’m not against you getting your memory back,” she lied. “It’s just that you’re making progress on your current treatment plan. Why change?”
“Because I’m not progressing fast enough,” he snapped.
“What do you mean? You’re going at a fine pace.”
“Well, it’s not fast enough to keep up with you, now is it?” He mumbled.
Her heart started to pound frantically. Did he know that she was remembering?
“What are you on about? You’re just being silly.”
He stopped abruptly causing her to stumble a bit.
“Stop being so condescending!” He shouted making her jump. “You must think I’m a moron not to have noticed.”
“It’s Draco, alright. We should really start trying to use the names we were actually born with.”
He regretted his words as soon as they escaped his lips. He didn’t mean it. She looked so stunned and heart broken.
“Fine,” she answered quietly.
They restarted their trek back to their rooms in silence.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were remembering things? ” He asked without looking at her.
“I… I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Or worry that it would change what you are to me, what you mean to me.”
He instantly softened. Maybe what they had been in the past was not so great, but no one could erase the last five years, and what they had grown into.
He looked at her sideways. She was so distraught.
“Sarah, you have to talk to me.” She smiled warmly at his relapsed use of that name.
“You have to tell me about these memories even if they’re bad.” He paused, and looked down swallowing hard. “Even if they include me. There’s no way we’ll ever be able to work through it if you don’t tell me what happened.”
He took a moment to quell the rising emotion in his chest.
“I promise to tell you everything I remember no matter how bad it gets,” he offered almost in a whisper.
A dark sense of foreboding overtook her as the depth of what this meant dawned on her. Did she really want to know everything? Ron and Harry had already told her some truly awful things that left her questioning whether this was really the best idea.
She looked up to meet his pleading gaze, and knew what her decision had to be.
She took his hand in hers, nodded, and said, “And I promise to tell you everything. We just have to keep in mind that what happened in the past is no reflection of who we are now or what we mean to each other, alright?”
He nodded, and gave her a half-hearted smile. He looked so drained.
“Now that that’s settled, would you like my honest opinion about this so called progressive new treatment?”
“Oh dear lord,” he said throwing his arms in the air. “I should have known I wouldn’t get out of the interrogation that easily.”
He laughed fully at her put out expression as they continued on toward their rooms.
Both Harry and Ron sat at the kitchen table in the Burrow nursing two cool cups of tea. Harry watched Ron play with his teaspoon with a level of focus that would have made McGonagall proud.
Becoming exasperated, Harry finally broke the silence. “Ron we’ve been here for over an hour now. Your Mum isn’t up for a visit with you. She’s still upset about what you did at Ginny’s birthday party.”
“Please don’t bring that up in front of her. I’m still hearing about it.”
Another drawn out silence passed as they both sat fidgeting at the table.
Harry cut in again. “When do you think we should tell your Mum about…”
“Tell his Mum about what?” Molly Weasley interrupted as she entered the kitchen.
Ron bolted upright in his chair.
“Nothing Mum… Ow... Mate, you didn’t have to kick me.” Ron mumbled under his breath as he rubbed his shin.
Mrs. Weasley eyed her son suspiciously. He’d been acting very strange this entire visit. Actually, if she were being completely honest with herself, he was acting almost like he did when he was a child; awkward, goofy, and uncertain. And as much as she missed the lovely little boy she cherished so dearly, she didn’t trust the man he’d grown into.
“Ronald Weasley, something is going on, and you’re going to stop wasting both of our time, and tell me what it is.”
Ron shot Harry a death glare before turning back to his mother.
“Well Mum… The thing is… You know how I’ve been, you know…”
“No Ron, I don’t know. How have you been?” There was an underhanded accusation in her tone.
Ron sighed heavily. “Mum, I don’t want to get into that now.”
“No, of course you don’t dear,” she responded coolly.
“Mother, if you would just listen…”
“No Ronald! It hurts too much to listen to you sometimes,” she said on the verge of tears.
She was about to get up when Harry reached out and held her hand.
“Mrs. Weasley, Ron really has something very important to tell you,” he said.
She looked at Harry sizing up the validity of his statement, and then turned her attentions back to her son.
“Go on then,” she prompted Ron to continue.
He stopped and started several times doing a remarkable impression of a fish.
“Hermione is alive,” he finally managed.
“Oh Sweet Merlin, not this again!” She stood taking their half empty teacups to the sink.
“No, really Mum! I found her in a Muggle town, and…” he tried to interject.
As she returned to the table, she said, “For the last time Ronald, she’s…”
“It’s true, Molly,” came a quiet voice from the door.
All eyes turned to the source of the interruption to find Mr. Weasley standing just inside the doorframe.
Molly’s eyes widened as she took in what he had said. She looked to Ron and Harry in utter shock and disbelief, and then finally turned her gaze back to Mr. Weasley.
“What?” She whispered.
Mr. Weasley nodded, and said. “Ron found her and the Malfoy boy in a muggle café last month.”
She looked back to Ron, and swiftly sat back down.
“Ron, what happened?”
“I got a lead from Mad Eye. When I followed it up, I found the two of them together in this café.”
“Together? How? Was he holding her hostage?”
“No, no, Mum, they were together… willingly.” Molly’s brow creased in confusion.
“Maybe I should start at the beginning.” Ron continued.
“Maybe you should.”
“You know how I saw them fighting for control of Hermione’s wand and then there was that big burst of light I described.”
“Yes. Go on,” she encouraged him.
“Well, it seems that they obliviated each other.”
Here he chuckled slightly. It almost seemed a little funny now. Taking in his mother’s humourless expression though, Ron coughed to cover up his laugh.
“What do you mean they obliviated each other?”
“Well, while they were struggling, one or both of them casted the spell, and because they were both holding onto the wand, they were both hit by it,” he finished in one long breath.
Molly sat back in her chair to allow this new information to settle.
“So, they were together. And they’ve been together completely obliviated…”
“For the last five years,” he finished for her.
She thought on this for a bit longer when something else struck her.
“When did you say you found them?”
“Um, last month.” Ron answered sheepishly.
“Where have they been since then?”
“Does your sister know?”
“She’s been their primary medi-witch.”
She stared down at the table, her face unreadable until she finally looked up. What Ron saw terrified him. She was furious.
“You’re telling me that you’ve known Hermione was alive for over a month now and you didn’t say anything?”
“Mum, I’m sorry. I was under strict orders from…”
“I wasn’t talking to you Ronald.”
The chair scraped the floor as she stood quickly. The stare she leveled at the man by the door could have burned holes through steel. For his part, Arthur Weasley had become extremely quiet over the last part of the conversation.
“Arthur? How long have you known?”
“Arthur Weasley, how long?”
“The day after Ron found them.”
Mrs. Weasley began to nod menacingly almost to herself. She was really beginning to scare Ron.
“The children have an excuse. They have rules and regulations they have to follow. You’re the bloody Minister of Magic! Why the hell did you not tell me?”
“Molly, it was an executive decision by the entire Council,” he answered meekly.
“I’m your bloody wife. I’m a member of the Order,” she screeched. “Have I been so untrustworthy in the past?”
“Don’t you dare!” She said pointing her finger viciously at him. “Don’t you dare try, and pull that. If you know what’s good for Mr. Wealsey, you’ll make yourself scarce in this house. Go to your bloody shed full of your bloody muggle toys, and rot.”
She started to leave the kitchen, but stopped as she was passing by Ron. She looked down, and stared at him with an indescribable something in her eyes.
Suddenly, she threw her arms around his head and shoulders, and hugged him fiercely. In response, he gently placed his arms around her.
“Ronald, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you all this time. I should have stood beside you on this no matter what. It’s the least I could have done as your mother.”
Tears were streaming down her face as she pulled away.
He looked up into her face, and said in a tight voice, “Mum, it’s alright.”
But before he could finish, she kissed him quickly on the forehead, and then briskly left the kitchen.
Everyone was paralyzed by what had just transpired.
“Dad, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think she’d react like that.” Ron said finally breaking the silence.
“It’s alright Ron. Hermione was very special to her.” He looked down to his overcoat slung over his arm before continuing. “I guess I really bungled that one.”
“Give her time, Dad. She’ll calm down. In the meanwhile though, I think you might be safer if you spent some time in the shed.”
“Right. Maybe an hour.”
“Or two.” Ron offered.
Mr. Weasley nodded, and headed back out the door.
Turning back to Harry, Ron took his deer in headlights expression.
“What happened to you there, Harry? I brought you to be my back up. You were no help at all.”
“Sorry mate. It was like watching a car accident. Everything was just going in slow motion.”
Ron’s forehead creased. “You and your muggle terms.”
Alone, Lavender sat nervously waiting in the gloomy Ministry office. There was nothing remarkable or unique about the space that would give any kind of insight into its inhabitant. No pictures, or diplomas lined the walls, or cluttered the near pristine desk. And the only books she could make out on the solitary bookshelf were of a purely legal nature. There wasn’t even a window. This person had very little imagination, and it appeared they had absolutely no desire to get one anytime soon.
Suddenly, the door opened spilling in some much-needed light from the hallway. But upon entering fully, the new arrival closed the door promptly, and efficiently.
“Good evening, Miss Brown. And to what do I owe the pleasure?” queried the man unenthusiastically as he made his way to his seat behind the desk.
Lavender took in the man’s demeanor as he sat across from her. He was a small man who probably had never known a moment of excitement or passion in his uneventful existence. Nor did he look like he felt he was missing out on much. His eyes were slightly hooded giving him the appearance of someone truly bored with life. He was plainer than plain, and his clothes only served to accentuate this point.
“Well Mr. Sparkle,” In a split second, Lavender marveled at the sheer hilarity of that particular name for this particular man.
“I have some news regarding Draco Malfoy,” she continued.
“Just a moment Miss Brown while I retrieve his file.”
The man pulled his desk’s filing drawer open and began to search slowly, and methodically.
“Ah, here it is,” said the man more to himself than to Lavender. “Please continue, Miss Brown.”
“Well, I proposed the new treatment to Mr. Malfoy, and he has agreed to attempt it.
“Excellent. When do you plan on instituting this treatment?”
“Actually Mr. Sparkle, there is one condition. He would like to confer with Ms. Granger before he fully commits.”
“Ah,” he said placing the quill delicately on the desk. “Have you attempted to gain Ms. Granger’s support?”
“Not to any great lengths because she seemed thoroughly unimpressed by the prospect. I felt if I were to pursue the matter further with her, she would have persuaded Mr. Malfoy to abandon the treatment altogether.”
“This poses a serious problem.”
“There really isn’t much I can do beyond strongly encouraging Mr. Malfoy that this is his best option for a speedy recovery.”
“Miss Brown, that is not enough of an assurance for the Ministry. We have a solid case against Mr. Malfoy, but until he remembers his crimes, we can do nothing. It is now up to you to do what is legally required of you. Need I remind you that you could find yourself in an very precarious position professionally speaking if any other action is taken.”
“Mr. Sparkle, you have made it abundantly clear that I do not have a choice in this matter. As his therapist though, I still feel the need to impress upon you that Mr. Malfoy is a changed man. I believe he will not return to the lifestyle he was pursuing before his accident, especially with the support, and friendship of Ms. Granger.”
The man looked down to his papers dismissively, and said, “You will be given the opportunity to state your professional opinion in this case when it comes to trial.”
He looked up and gave her a smug smirk before saying, “Thank you Miss Brown. That will be all.”
He looked back down to his work and acted as if she were not even there.
Lavender stared daggers into the top of his head before standing, and making her way out of the suffocating room.
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