(Okay, so I have delusions of grandeur. But read anyway. Please?)
Title: Confused Memories (2/?)
Category: Drama, Romance (most likely, since I am a sap), crossover (JAG/Harry Potter)
Spoilers: Through "Shifting Sands" (JAG); Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. The JAG universe belongs to DPB and his gang, and the Harry Potter universe belongs to the goddess, JKR.
Author's Notes: I decided to finally try my hand at a JAG/HP crossover. I actually got the idea back in July, before Bekki posted her "When Worlds Collide"--but since I didn't want to look like I was encroaching on her idea, I asked her permission to write one of my own.
Warning: I do not write conventional pairings. That is, I do not do Harm/Mac, Ron/Hermione, or Harry/Hermione. (If I do ship someone with Harry, it'll be Draco, just because I feel like being arbitrary.) Therefore, if you are not a fan of unconventional pairings--that is, if you flame people just because they write UC pairings--turn back now, before it's too late. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter 2: In which things are more than they seem
Hermione entered the castle gates at a fast walk. She didn't want to risk dropping the woman. If she was just an innocent bystander, she didn't want to hurt her for no reason. However, if she was one of the Death Eaters still on the loose... Well, they would deal with that when they got there.
"'Ello, 'Ermione!" Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, called happily. "What d'you 'ave there?" He peered closer. "A... Muggle? 'Ere, now, 'ow did a Muggle get 'ere?"
"She Apparated, Hagrid," Hermione said, smiling grimly. "So I doubt she's a Muggle. Could you get the Headmaster? I want to bring this woman to the Infirmary. She's hurt."
"O'course, 'Ermione! Madam Pomfrey will fix 'er up just fine." Hagrid headed for the Headmaster's tower, while Hermione continued toward the Hospital Wing.
"Poppy? Are you here?" Hermione called as she entered the Infirmary. A motherly woman bustled around the corner and stopped in her tracks.
"Hermione? What's going on, dear?" Madam Pomfrey gestured toward a bed. "Place her down here. Now, who is this, and what is she doing here?"
"I don't know who she is. I was on my way to Hogsmeade to pick up my new books, and all of a sudden, she Apparated onto the path."
"Do you know who tied her up?"
"No. She just appeared like this. I Stunned her, then brought her up here. I didn't want to take any chances. And she needs medical attention, I think."
"Yes, well, I know," said Poppy grimly. She Vanished the ropes still binding the mysterious woman's hands and feet, then pointed out the raw, chafed skin. "Someone was holding her captive. I'd suspect a Muggle, but some of the Death Eaters had a penchant for Muggle torture methods." Hermione shuddered. She had studied some of the cases while in training--and had thrown up for hours afterward.
"Did you alert the Headmaster?" Poppy asked.
"I met Hagrid on my way up here and asked him to get him." As Hermione said this, the two women heard voices emanating from the corridor. Hagrid, Albus Dumbledore, and Minerva McGonagall entered the room.
"Hermione? Hagrid says that you found a Muggle woman outside the gates. Are you all right?" Professor McGonagall asked anxiously.
"Now, Minerva, I am sure Professor Granger is fine. She has, after all, had training in this sort of happening, have you not, Hermione?" Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.
"Of course, Albus; you're right. Forgive me, Hermione."
"Don't worry about it, Professor. But I did think this was important enough to warrant your attention." Hermione turned back to the bed. Poppy had nearly finished tending to the woman's wounds. The shallow cuts had nearly healed themselves, but with Madam Pomfrey's care, there would be no scars at all.
"Do you have any idea whom this woman is, Hermione?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, sir. I Stunned her as soon as she appeared."
"Well, then I believe it is time to find out. Poppy, are you finished with your patient?"
"Not yet, Albus. I would still like to diagnose the rest of her injuries." The matron slowly waved her wand over the prone body, and nodded when a green light was emitted. "Other than the cuts that I just healed, and a rather large bruise on her head, she should be just fine."
"Wonderful! Then... Ennervate!" Dumbledore said, directing his wand at the woman on the bed.
The woman's eyes opened. She looked shocked, but not frightened. She reached for her left sleeve.
"Where's my wand? Who are you people?" she demanded.
Dumbledore glanced at Hermione. "She didn't have a wand when I found her, Headmaster."
"Of course I did!" the woman interrupted. "Do you really think an Auror would go anywhere without her wand? And again, who are you? Where am I? What the hell is going on?" she cried, trying to stand. Her legs were too weak, and she crumpled to the floor.
"Madam, if you do not calm yourself, I will tie you to the bed!” Poppy threatened.
"I should listen to her if I were you," Albus said complacently. "She has done so before."
"Now, back into bed with you," Poppy said briskly. She took the woman by the arm to assist her. The woman flinched and cried out, as if in pain. She climbed into the bed and fell back into the pillows, her eyes unfocused.
"What? What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
Poppy quickly performed the diagnosing spell. "There's nothing wrong with her physically. Headmaster, do you know?"
Albus sucked on a lemon drop. "I believe you have found a Seer, Professor Granger," he said, smiling.