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Sickness by AntigoneBlack
Chapter 1 : Sickness
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Unfortuntely.

A/N: As you have seen I wrote this for a challenge, but I did enjoy it very much. I'd love to hear your opinions on the characters.

Harry awoke with a start, the loud bell noises was completely out of the ordinary for Harry, it sounded like one that belonged to muggles with the two bells and the little hammer in the middle. 'This is not the dragon alarm that Ron got me when I first moved into my flat...' The noise suddenly stopped, and Harry took that to mean it was just in his head and he rolled over and went back to sleep. Soon after he felt a hand on his torso. "Harry, you need to get up." Harry in his sleepy daze couldn't recognize the voice.

"Wha?" Harry has always been a heavy sleeper and had more then enough trouble waking up in the morning. He finally opened his eyes to see that the room was bright. It was obviously late morning and Harry worried about what day it was. Saturday. It was Saturday. But Harry had no memory of the night before.

"Harry, here drink this. It will help your memory." Parvarti told the still sleepy Harry. Harry realized who he was talking to and instantly jumped out of bed. "Don't worry Harry, you're in my guest room. I found you last night partly obliverated and obviously confunded. And possibly drunk, well at least you smelled like firewhiskey."

Harry took the dark blue potion from her hand and drank. After the first sip he spit it out. "What is in that?"

"You don't want to know. I'm upset that I asked myself. Just take a drink and tell me what you remember." Parvati took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I found you just outside the Leaky Cauldron when I was on my way out of Diagon Alley. You were just slumped over and didn't respond to anything. So I grabbed your arm and brought you here. Oh Harry, I was just so worried that something awful had happened to you. I know that Voldemort is dead and all, but I was just so worried that someone had tried to harm you."

Harry drank the rest of the potion although it was quite vile in taste. Then a few memories started to race through his brain. 'Ginny. I was with Ginny last night. She was still upset about everything that happened, and lost her temper.' "I don't remember anything. Ginny lost her temper with me because I wouldn't take her back until she worked though her issues. I don't remember anything after that."

"I thought that you two were destined to be together or something. Wow, how things change in just a couple years," Parvati wondered what could have happened to such a perfect couple.

Two years had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts. The battle had caused different reactions to all those affected. Many had to comes to terms with loss, and others discovered what truly mattered in this world had nothing to do with blood but was as simple as family. Parvati had come to learn that she needed to make a life for herself, an identity that wasn't always connected with her sister. So, instead of going into the Ministry as her parents had wished, Parvati went into training to become a alchemist. She was still in the process of training, but working in the business provided her with a sense peace. It was her rightful place, not shut up in some office like Padma.

Many witches and wizards, like Ron and Hermione had rushed to get married right after the war. Ginny was more then upset that Harry had yet to propose after two years of a solid relationship. This was causing more then enough fights for the couple, and on top of it Ginny was still having issues with the death of her brother. She had never come to terms with the loss within her family. The Weasleys were known to be very open with their emotions, and the men along with Molly cried their hearts out through the difficult time. Ginny, on the other hand kept all her emotions inside and was the rock of the family during their despair. When the anniversary of the death approached, Ginny was getting more difficult to be around. She was very moody and lost her temper often. The combination of the two had lead to a series of fights which ended with Harry having to put a pause on their relationship.

"Every couple has their issues, and that applies to Ginny and me as well," Harry replied. "I love her but she has things to figure out before we can move on." Harry thought about what Parvati had said to him. "Are you sure that I was obliverated?"

"It's just a guess, we will have to go to St. Mungos to make sure. But I remember a lesson in Dark Arts class back in 7th year, and you show all the signs," Parvati cringed at the memory of the awful class that she was forced to take when the Death Eaters controlled Hogwarts. "I think we should head over there now, I called my shop and took the day off. I think that your health is a little more important then selling potion supplies."

"Thanks. You really didn't have to do that for me. I've never been nice to you and yet your taking care of me. Thank you, I don't know how to repay you," Harry was shocked by the care she was showing towards him. Going through his memories he remembered back to his fourth year of school, when he took her to the Yule Ball and then ignored her the entire night. After that night there really wasn't any reason for her to be so kind.

"Let's go to Mungos. You don't owe me anything. I just saw a person that needed help, so I had to do what I could." Parvarti led Harry out of the lavender colored guest room and down the stairs to her fireplace. "I'm sorry things are a little cluttered, but I think that Floo would be our best bet. I heard that after confunding, people have an issue with Apparation." She stepped into the fireplace and Harry followed.

The reception area of the Hospital was just as crowded as ever, considering it was Saturday, when most people seemed to get into the most trouble. "Mr. Potter, what can we do for you today?" The chief healer, Healer Harris, looked up from his work when he saw the famous wizard, and called to him.

Before Harry could answer, Parvarti stepped in, "Harry is here to see my father, Healer Patil. His arrival shall not make the papers, or you will see the wrath of the newest member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Hermione Granger. She will see that you no longer run this hospital if you going to be leaking confidential information about patients to The Prophet."

Healer Harris stopped dead in his tracks. This girl meant business, and he wasn't about to mess with her. "He's in his office on third floor, you know the way, Miss Patil." Parvarti grabbed Harry's arm and lead him to the lifts. Harry mumbled a quiet 'Thank you' to her but she didn't seem to be listening. She was too focused on getting to this office before more people realized that the one and only Harry Potter was at Mungos.

"My dad worked with a lot of the memory cases after the war. He was the one that helped Hermione's parents remember who she was. That was definitely one of his harder cases, unlike most of the Death Eaters, Hermione knew what she was doing when she erased their memory. Anyway, I think that he can figure out who did this to you, and probably help you remember exactly what happened last night," Parvarti knocked on the door at the end of the corridor.

"Come in," a deep voice called. Parvarti opened the door and led Harry inside. "Parvarti, I have to admit that I am shocked to see you. And you brought Mr. Potter with you. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Harry was obliverated and confunded last night. I found him in the alley behind the Leaky, crumpled in a ball. When he woke I gave him that memory potion you always advise, but I thought maybe you could figure out who might have casted the spells," Parvarti explained. Her father rose from his chair and started to mutter spells at Harry.

"Quite inexperienced hands. This was not the work of a Death-Eater. Ostendo Nomen." From the tip of his wand a blue light began to swirl into letters. Before his eyes, Harry realized who took away part of his memory. It started to spell, and revealed the name, "Ginerva Weasley."

"Ginny. I can't believe it. I know that she lost her temper, but I didn't think that she would ever erase my memory," Harry was in shock.

"Well the spell came from her wand. And seeing that obliverating is a criminal offense, I will have to inform the ministry," Healer Patil grabbed a magic notepad and wrote down the offense quickly and sent off the note, flying towards the Ministry. "Someone from Magical Law Enforcement will be here shortly."  After five minutes of various memory tests, Healer Patil discovered that Harry only lost the second half of his Friday evening.

A middle-aged wizard apparated into the office. "I received notice that Mr. Potter lost part of his memory, we have taken Miss Weasley into custody. Do you wish to press charges on her?"

Harry thought for a second, and knew that his love of Ginny would never allow him to press charges. Even though they had their issues, didn't every couple? He loved her, and one day he really did want to marry her. "No, I don't. But I would like to talk with her, and if needed give her truth serum. I need to know why she did this so that we can work through these issues," Harry said as he turned to the balding wizard. "Please take me to her now."

"Harry!" Ginny yelled as she ran to hug him. But Harry just shrugged her off, and didn't return the embrace.

"I am not stupid, Ginny. I know that we have problems, but why would you erase my memory?" Harry was still trying to understand. "What happened last night?"

Ginny stepped back from her boyfriend. She couldn't tell him what she did, or why she had to erase his memory. It was all just too complicated. There is no way that he would understand why she did it. She hardly understood it herself. She cheated, and it is something that he will never forgive her for. So she was stuck, wondering what she could say to veer him away from the subject at hand.

"I... I did something... unforgivable. And you caught me, and I didn't know what else to do. I'm sorry," was all she could mutter before she became a crying mess. Parvati, who had appeared during Ginny's answer, walked up to Ginny and whispered to her. Harry witnessed as Ginny took her wand to her head and a silver stream of a memory left her head. Parvati grabbed a vial in her cloak and placed the memory inside. She stood and walked over to Harry. She grabbed his hand, and before he knew it he had apparated back to Parvati's home.

"Lucky for you I just inherited a pensieve from an old aunt of mine. Ginny couldn't have told you the truth, but she did allow me to show you her memory." She went off into what looked like a walk in closet and grabbed a pensieve from a shelf. Parvarti placed the memory inside and Harry placed his face inside. After a few minutes, his head jerked away.

"MERLIN! Him... Out of all people, why did it have to be him? I love her, I really do, but this is just too much," Harry started to cry. Parvarti placed her face in the pensieve and saw a image of Ginny wrapped around a blonde man, and Harry open the door to look inside. He started to yell, and she just fought back until finally she took his memory of the event.

"Harry, I'm so sorry," Parvarti approached Harry and wrapped her arms around him. She just held him while he sorted through all his thoughts. The thoughts of Ginny left his mind as he looked at the beautiful dark eyes in front of him. Her beauty was something he had never noticed. Her Indian skin was a beautiful shade of cocoa. How hadn't he noticed that before? He was so obessed with Ginny all those years, he had no idea what was right in front of him. 

"Parvarti, you have shown me so much love, I am so sorry for how I treated you all those years ago at the ball. I didn't realize how wonderful you truly were," Harry whispered in her ear. He then faced her, and with their eyes interlocking, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. She returned the kiss, but Harry, as she expected he would kept the kiss sweet and gentle.

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