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FF: Confused Memories, Part 5


Title: Confused Memories (5/?)

Author: raindroproses

Rating: PG-13
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 5--In which a problem arises and another is solved



Two days later, the castle received another visitor--but this time, an expected one. Harry Potter Apparated outside the Hogwarts gates, and was greeted by two of his closest friends.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed joyfully. "It's so good to see you!" She threw herself into his arms.

"Hello, Hermione," Harry said softly. The black-haired, green-eyed savior of the wizarding world had finally grown up. He carried himself with a quiet dignity that had been cultured after years in the spotlight. Witches had practically thrown themselves at him, but he had only been seen in public with two women--Hermione, and his best friend's little sister, Ginny Weasley.

"Hello, Harry!" Hagrid boomed. "It's good t' see ya agin!"

"Hagrid! So what's the latest interesting creature you've found?" Harry asked, grinning. Hagrid's love of magical animals--the more vicious, the better--was well-known to anyone who had gone through Hogwarts.

"It was Hermione who found this ‘un." The half-giant winked. "But I'm sure you'll have heard all about it by now, eh?"

"Not all." Harry asked, "Are you sure that this woman is safe, Hermione?"

"I'm sure, Harry. Besides, there's not much she can do without a wand, now is there?"

Harry nodded. "No, there's not. However, I meant is she safe from outsiders? We've been receiving reports of increased rogue Death Eater activity in the London area within the past week." After Voldemort's downfall, many of his followers had gone into hiding. Among these was Lucius Malfoy, widely considered Voldemort's second-in-command. There were some suspicions within the Aurory that Lord Malfoy was planning another Death Eater uprising. The last attack had been two years ago, when Hermione had still been an Auror. She had brought in the senior Crabbe and Goyle goon squad, collecting much information about Death Eater movements and leaving Malfoy exposed.

"Harry. It's Hogwarts," Hermione replied. He nodded. Even Voldemort hadn't been able to breach the wards--though, truthfully, he had not tried very hard. It was taken for granted by most that Hogwarts was the safest place to be in an attack--but it, too, had its vulnerabilities.

"I know. But there are still ways in..."

"And they're all being taken care of. Now come on. You have to meet our guest. Apparently, she's a true Seer." Harry chuckled at the note of disdain in Hermione's voice. She never had been one to believe in Divination.

Harry and Hermione made their way to the Infirmary, chatting all the while. The path they took was nearly automatic--Harry had certainly made the trip often enough to know the way by heart.

Hermione knocked on the door. "Madam Pomfrey?"

The door swung open. "Harry! It's so wonderful to see you again, dear boy," Poppy said.

"Hello, Madam Pomfrey. I hear you have a visitor?" Harry said, smiling.

"Oh, yes. She's having breakfast right now, but..."

"Send ‘em in, Poppy," a garbled voice called.

Hermione opened the privacy curtain around Sarah's bed. She looked much healthier after a shower and good meal. She was eating her breakfast with gusto.

"Not like any Seer I've ever known," Harry muttered to Hermione.

"Oh, we're not all fruitbats, Mr...."

"Harry Potter. I'm sorry, ma'am. That was rude of me."

Sarah waved her fork. "Don't worry about it, Auror Potter. I get that all the time. Got that," she corrected. "Argh! Why are my thoughts so jumbled up?" she cried in frustration.

Harry sat on a chair beside the bed. "We're not sure, Miss MacKenzie. I've spoken with a few of my colleagues, and we believe that when the surge of power you used to Apparate here went through you, it affected the memory centers of your brain. I don't really know much about that--I'm no Obliviator--but the gist of it is that memories that were suppressed before, resurfaced, and others were pushed back."

"Okay. That's reasonable," Sarah replied slowly. "But how can we be certain? How do I get my memories back? And what do I do until then?"

"I've asked a friend of ours to come and run some tests--that is, if you don't mind." Sarah nodded, and Harry continued. "Once she ascertains exactly what happened, we'll be able to start looking for a cure." He sighed. "Unfortunately, we don't know how long that would take."

"As for what you would do, Miss MacKenzie," came a voice from the doorway, "Why, you'll stay here at Hogwarts, of course."

"Here?" Sarah asked the Headmaster blankly. "But what...?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Our dear Sybill Trelawney has agreed to take a small sabbatical--just for one term. If you agree, you may take her position as Divination teacher for that time."

"But I don't know anything about teaching!"

"You can learn, Sarah," Hermione said. "Believe me, I had no clue what to do my first day. Fortunately, I had the help of some of the best professors in the world--literally." She muttered, "Besides, anyone's better than that old loon."

"I--I guess I could do it, but--"

"Excellent!" Albus cried, clapping his hands together. "Students arrive September the first. You have one week to prepare."
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