Title: Confused Memories (3/?)
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: Okay, this part is shorter than the others. And the ending is blatantly obvious to anyone with a small amount of sense. So sue me. On second thought, don't. You'll only get $24 anyway.
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 3: In which questions are answered and answers are questioned
"A Seer?" Hermione repeated. "Oh, wonderful," she groaned. Sibyll Trelawney had put her off of any form of Divination--especially so-called "Seers." "I'm sorry, Headmaster," she said sheepishly when Albus glanced at her.
Poppy spoke. "Of course! Many Seers have trouble with physical contact when they first discover their powers--or when they have a surge of magic too strong to handle. They often go into catatonic states which can last for minutes--or days."
"Surges of magic--such as uncontrolled Apparition. It's a mercy she didn't get splinched," Hermione interjected.
"And she is an American Auror, at that. Albus, what do we do now? We can't keep her here. How did she get here in the first place?" As she spoke, Minerva's Scottish burr became more pronounced with her agitation.
"Why couldn't we, Minerva?" Albus asked, eyes twinkling merrily.
"What? You can't be... you are! Albus Dumbledore, this woman has a job, a life, somewhere else! She doesn't belong here!"
"We do not know that for certain. Perhaps she would like a change of career, like our esteemed Professor Granger."
"Excuse me? I'm still here, and I have some questions," the woman whom they were arguing about interrupted.
"Of course, my dear. Forgive us for our rudeness," Albus said. "What would you like to ask?"
"Well... first, where am I?”
"You are at Hogwarts School, Miss..."
The woman snapped out of her thoughts. "What? Oh, MacKenzie. Sarah MacKenzie."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss MacKenzie. I am--"
Sarah interrupted again. "Albus Dumbledore, former Transfiguration professor and current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Defeater of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945. Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. Chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards."
"Ah, so you have seen my Chocolate Frog card," Albus said delightedly.
Sarah snorted. "I'm sorry, Headmaster, but what do you think we learned in training? How to knit socks?"
"I have found that is a very useful skill, indeed."
Sarah blinked, seemingly nonplussed by the eccentric wizard's strange statements. She looked around--and stared at Minerva McGonagall. "Headmistress...?"
"Is she seein' somethin', 'Eadmaster?" Hagrid asked eagerly.
"I believe she is, Rubeus. Would you like to explain, Minerva?"
She gave one of her rare smiles. "I believe Miss MacKenzie attended Salem Academy. Am I correct?"
"Yes, ma'am, but..."
"...Where my sister, Diana, was Headmistress about twenty years ago. I believe she has moved on to the American Department of Magic. Why, I haven't spoken to her in years! I'll have to send her an owl."
"Why don't you Floo her, Minerva? It shouldn't take long to set up a long-distance Floo." Turning to Sarah, Albus said, "Miss MacKenzie, may I ask what is the last thing you remember?"
Sarah stared at the ceiling, her brow creased in thought. "I... it's really hard to think. I think that I was in an office. Yes, I was. I handed over my wand. My... superior placed it into a safe of some kind. He said he would keep it for me... in case I ever changed my mind? What would I change my mind about?"
The scenario was beginning to sound familiar to Hermione--except that she had not been required to relinquish her wand. "Excuse me; Miss MacKenzie? I believe that was an exit interview." She thought aloud. "But... why would she give up her wand? Unless..."
"Unless I did something I shouldn't have?"
"No. Not necessarily, ma'am. If that had happened, your wand probably would have been snapped. I was going to say... unless you had left our world completely."