Ravenna C. Tan: Amnesia 3 (Draco/Harry, PG)
Title: Amnesia, Pt. 3 of 6
Author: ravenna_c_tan
Rating: PG (this segment)
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: #48 "Parents"
Word Count: 1022 (this segment)
Summary: Harry needs mothering when his memory is slow to return. Part 3 of 6, completed.
Warnings: None in this part.
Beta-reader: miraba
Notes: A six-part fic, each one for a different prompt in my 100quills prompt table.
Previous Chapters: Blank, Who?
Current Chapter:
After a while I went to sit in the chair he had sat in. Surely if he had been on the evil side, he would have done something to me while I was asleep. Unless he was reading the instructions...? I picked up the book he had been reading. The title was Magical Mind Maladies and it appeared to be a combination of case studies and healing advice. All right. So he was probably a good guy and was probably the one who relieved Kingsley.
Still, how could anyone with a name like Draco Malfoy be a good guy?
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and a female voice saying "Harry? Can I come in?"
I wanted to say "Only if Draco Malfoy isn't with you, that rat." But I didn't. "Come in," I said.
A plump, red-haired woman opened the door cautiously, then stepped the rest of the way in. With a flick of her wand she brightened the lights. "Oh, Harry. I ... It's good to see you." Her eyes got a bit teary when she said that.
And she held out my wand. I stood and took it from her. "Thank you," I said. I sat on the edge of the bed.
She sat down next to me, and brushed my hair out of my eyes. Her hand was soft and it felt nice. Comforting. "So it really is true. Your scar is gone."
"I don't even remember having one." I stared at the floor.
"It used to be how people knew you, even when you didn't know them."
I laughed, just a short laugh. "You mean it was always like this?"
"No, well, not the memory thing, of course. But it always meant people knew who you were before you knew who they were. It was shaped like a bolt of lightning." She tapped me lightly where the scar used to be. "I daresay once you got older it looked rather dashing."
"How did I get it?"
"Oh, you'd had it since you were one year old." She paused, her eyes filling again as she tried to decide what to say next.
I decided to say something first. "Are you my mother?"
Mistake. That sent the tears spilling right out. "Oh, Harry, dear." She hugged me then, and it felt very, very motherly. But then she said, "I was a friend of your mother's. My name is Molly Weasley. You used to call me Mrs. Weasley, but I daresay you're grown up enough now to address me as Molly." She held me at arm's length. "Are you ready to hear about your mother, and your father?"
I nodded.
"The night you got that scar, well... hmm. You know we're fighting an evil wizard, yes?"
"Yes, Kingsley told me that part."
"Good. Well, when you were a baby, the evil wizard tried to kill you and your parents. Their names were Lily and James. He killed them, but when he tried to kill you, his curse backfired, and you got the scar."
I sat up suddenly. "I was trying to do something about him when I lost my memory, wasn't I?"
She clasped my hands. "Yes! Yes, that's right, Harry. Do you remember anything?"
I shook my head. "No, no memory. Just a hunch. I did something magical, something that... burned up my wand and took the scar away. That makes sense."
She set her face with concern. "Well. It's too soon for you to go jumping back into the fray. Tomorrow we'll start re-teaching you magic. I don't want you running off and trying to be a hero until you at least get your ... wits about you," she finished, though I wanted to know what she had been about to say before she changed the end of her sentence.
"Am I prone to doing that sort of thing?" I asked, knowing even as I asked that it was true.
She pursed her lips. "You are a very courageous, generous, loving person, Harry. But you keep your promises. Promise me you won't do something reckless."
Like light a pile of parchment on fire or threaten Draco Malfoy with a wand I don't know how to use? "Molly, I can't make promises when I don't even know how to ... levitate a quill yet." I broke away from her and walked to the other side of the room. "I... um... is Draco Malfoy all right? He's on our side, isn't he?"
Her eyebrows drew together in a frown. "Yes, Harry, he's on our side. You gave him quite a scare."
I had balled my hands into fists and hadn't even realized it. "Good. I don't like him."
Molly's mouth fell open at that, as if she had the need to say something but there were no appropriate words. Then she stood, too. "I know it's a lot to take in, Harry. They say the more time you spend with familiar people, the more likely it is for your memory to return. All of us, we all want to do what we can. Ron--he's my son, and one of your best friends--he'll be here tomorrow. And Hermione, she's another one."
"I think I saw her at St. Mungo's."
"Yes, yes you did." She nodded. "And Harry, understand no one will make you do something you don't want to."
"But? I hear a 'but" coming."
She smiled. "The 'but' is this. If you don't want to see Draco, that's fine. BUT he was a person you did spend a fair amount of time with, so you probably shouldn't leave him out of the ... recovery process." She rubbed her palms together. "Now, fancy a spot of tea? I can whip up some crumpets in no time at all."
That did sound good. "Is he still here?"
She shook her head. "I sent him off to his parents' home. Now, if I remember rightly, you preferred Earl Grey with milk and two sugars," she said as she led the way down to the kitchen.
"I'm glad someone remembers," I said, but so only I could hear it.
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Next Prompt: Friends.
Author: ravenna_c_tan
Rating: PG (this segment)
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: #48 "Parents"
Word Count: 1022 (this segment)
Summary: Harry needs mothering when his memory is slow to return. Part 3 of 6, completed.
Warnings: None in this part.
Beta-reader: miraba
Notes: A six-part fic, each one for a different prompt in my 100quills prompt table.
Previous Chapters: Blank, Who?
Current Chapter:
After a while I went to sit in the chair he had sat in. Surely if he had been on the evil side, he would have done something to me while I was asleep. Unless he was reading the instructions...? I picked up the book he had been reading. The title was Magical Mind Maladies and it appeared to be a combination of case studies and healing advice. All right. So he was probably a good guy and was probably the one who relieved Kingsley.
Still, how could anyone with a name like Draco Malfoy be a good guy?
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and a female voice saying "Harry? Can I come in?"
I wanted to say "Only if Draco Malfoy isn't with you, that rat." But I didn't. "Come in," I said.
A plump, red-haired woman opened the door cautiously, then stepped the rest of the way in. With a flick of her wand she brightened the lights. "Oh, Harry. I ... It's good to see you." Her eyes got a bit teary when she said that.
And she held out my wand. I stood and took it from her. "Thank you," I said. I sat on the edge of the bed.
She sat down next to me, and brushed my hair out of my eyes. Her hand was soft and it felt nice. Comforting. "So it really is true. Your scar is gone."
"I don't even remember having one." I stared at the floor.
"It used to be how people knew you, even when you didn't know them."
I laughed, just a short laugh. "You mean it was always like this?"
"No, well, not the memory thing, of course. But it always meant people knew who you were before you knew who they were. It was shaped like a bolt of lightning." She tapped me lightly where the scar used to be. "I daresay once you got older it looked rather dashing."
"How did I get it?"
"Oh, you'd had it since you were one year old." She paused, her eyes filling again as she tried to decide what to say next.
I decided to say something first. "Are you my mother?"
Mistake. That sent the tears spilling right out. "Oh, Harry, dear." She hugged me then, and it felt very, very motherly. But then she said, "I was a friend of your mother's. My name is Molly Weasley. You used to call me Mrs. Weasley, but I daresay you're grown up enough now to address me as Molly." She held me at arm's length. "Are you ready to hear about your mother, and your father?"
I nodded.
"The night you got that scar, well... hmm. You know we're fighting an evil wizard, yes?"
"Yes, Kingsley told me that part."
"Good. Well, when you were a baby, the evil wizard tried to kill you and your parents. Their names were Lily and James. He killed them, but when he tried to kill you, his curse backfired, and you got the scar."
I sat up suddenly. "I was trying to do something about him when I lost my memory, wasn't I?"
She clasped my hands. "Yes! Yes, that's right, Harry. Do you remember anything?"
I shook my head. "No, no memory. Just a hunch. I did something magical, something that... burned up my wand and took the scar away. That makes sense."
She set her face with concern. "Well. It's too soon for you to go jumping back into the fray. Tomorrow we'll start re-teaching you magic. I don't want you running off and trying to be a hero until you at least get your ... wits about you," she finished, though I wanted to know what she had been about to say before she changed the end of her sentence.
"Am I prone to doing that sort of thing?" I asked, knowing even as I asked that it was true.
She pursed her lips. "You are a very courageous, generous, loving person, Harry. But you keep your promises. Promise me you won't do something reckless."
Like light a pile of parchment on fire or threaten Draco Malfoy with a wand I don't know how to use? "Molly, I can't make promises when I don't even know how to ... levitate a quill yet." I broke away from her and walked to the other side of the room. "I... um... is Draco Malfoy all right? He's on our side, isn't he?"
Her eyebrows drew together in a frown. "Yes, Harry, he's on our side. You gave him quite a scare."
I had balled my hands into fists and hadn't even realized it. "Good. I don't like him."
Molly's mouth fell open at that, as if she had the need to say something but there were no appropriate words. Then she stood, too. "I know it's a lot to take in, Harry. They say the more time you spend with familiar people, the more likely it is for your memory to return. All of us, we all want to do what we can. Ron--he's my son, and one of your best friends--he'll be here tomorrow. And Hermione, she's another one."
"I think I saw her at St. Mungo's."
"Yes, yes you did." She nodded. "And Harry, understand no one will make you do something you don't want to."
"But? I hear a 'but" coming."
She smiled. "The 'but' is this. If you don't want to see Draco, that's fine. BUT he was a person you did spend a fair amount of time with, so you probably shouldn't leave him out of the ... recovery process." She rubbed her palms together. "Now, fancy a spot of tea? I can whip up some crumpets in no time at all."
That did sound good. "Is he still here?"
She shook her head. "I sent him off to his parents' home. Now, if I remember rightly, you preferred Earl Grey with milk and two sugars," she said as she led the way down to the kitchen.
"I'm glad someone remembers," I said, but so only I could hear it.
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Next Prompt: Friends.