Title: Confused Memories (4/?)
Category: Drama, Romance (most likely, since I am a sap), crossover (JAG/Harry Potter)
Spoilers: Through "The One That Got Away" (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: To read the previous parts of "Confused Memories", please go here.
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 4: In which a memory tries to resurface
"But why..." Sarah trailed off. She paled considerably. "Oh... oh, God..."
"Miss MacKenzie? What's wrong?"
Sarah struggled to calm her breathing. "That little girl... the DeSoto child... Clayton... oh, God, Clay..." she sobbed.
"Sarah. Sarah, shh," Poppy soothed. "Now, what's wrong, dear? What did you remember?"
"I... I resigned my Aurorship after working on the DeSoto case. That poor little girl, stolen from her bed in the middle of the night... My partner was hit with a Dark curse that practically turned him into a Squib. I should have warned him... Poor Clay..."
"Clayton..." She nearly screamed with frustration. "I can't remember his last name! Why can't I remember anything?" She pounded her thighs with her fists, eyes shimmering with tears.
"I don't know, Sarah. But we will find out," Poppy said.
"Do you remember anything at all about how you arrived here, Miss?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"No! The last thing I remember is being in Mike's office and handing over my wand! I don't even know what year it is!"
Albus and Minerva exchanged a meaningful glance. "It is the year 2003, Miss MacKenzie," Albus said quietly.
"Two thousand and...?" Sarah whispered in shock. "But... but how...?"
"Was there any broken glass or sand when you found Miss MacKenzie, Hermione?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, sir. It was an actual Apparition. There was no sign that a Time Turner was used. The magical signature for that was lacking."
Dumbledore nodded. "Then we are looking at a Memory Charm."
"Not necessarily, Headmaster," Hermione said. "There is a Muggle term called amnesia. It refers to natural memory loss--whether due to severe psychological trauma or to more physical means. We should probably consult a Healer as well as an Obliviator."
"May I ask what is so interesting?" came a cold voice from the doorway.
"Good afternoon, Severus. We were just chatting with our new visitor," Dumbledore replied.
"Ah. Of course. Poppy, I have brought you the potions you requested."
"Thank you, Severus."
"Now, if you will excuse me--"
"Please stay and meet our guest, Severus," Dumbledore interrupted. It was not phrased as a request.
"Very well, Headmaster," Snape replied stiffly. Dumbledore beamed.
"Wonderful! Miss MacKenzie, I would like you to meet Professor Severus Snape, Hogwarts' resident Potions Master. Severus, may I present Sarah MacKenzie."
Snape bowed his head slightly. "How... nice to meet you, Miss MacKenzie."
Sarah just stared at him stonily. "It's a pleasure." Her tone belied her true feelings. There was silence for a moment, and then Hermione interrupted.
"Headmaster, if I may, I would like to send an owl to Harry. He might be able to get some information on Miss MacKenzie's... condition."
Snape snorted. "Miss Granger, why do you insist on relying on Potter for every little thing? Use that formidable intellect of yours and contact the Weasley girl. She is an Obliviator, is she not?"
Hermione glared. "I would, Sev-er-us, except that Ginny is currently on a mission. I certainly can't blow her cover, now can I?"
"Ah, such a caring friend." Snape's voice was thick with sarcasm. Hermione's eyes narrowed, and her grip tightened on her wand.
"Now, children, let us behave like grown adults," Dumbledore interceded. "Hermione, go and contact Harry. Minerva, would you like to use my fireplace to speak with your sister?"
"That would be helpful, Albus; thank you. It should not take long to set up the long-distance Floo from there."
"Excellent! Severus, are you busy?"
Snape sneered. "I have quite a few experiments I am working on. I also have lesson plans," he spat the word ‘lesson' like it was an Unforgivable curse, "to write. Good day to you, Albus. Minerva. Poppy." Without acknowledging the others, he swept out of the room.
"Well!" Hermione huffed. She stormed out and headed for the Owlery.
"It was nice meeting you, Miss MacKenzie. Get some rest; I'm sure you will have more visitors tomorrow." Albus and Minerva left the room.
Hagrid said, "Don' worry, Miss. The Headmaster'll sort everythin' out. Great man, Dumbledore." He left, whistling.
Madam Pomfrey began clucking about Sarah like a brooding hen. "Now, dear, get some rest. I'm sure we'll figure out exactly what happened to you soon." She covered Sarah with a blanket, carefully avoiding physical contact. She turned away to restock her shelves.
Poppy turned back. "Yes, dear?"
"He will be fine."
"Pardon?" Poppy asked, confused.
"Don't worry about him. Things will turn out for the best. Believe me." With that, Sarah smiled and closed her eyes.
Poppy stood, stunned. But how did she know...? She shook her head. Things would certainly be interesting with a real Seer around.