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FF: Confused Memories, Part 13


Title: Confused Memories (13/?)

Author: raindroproses

Rating: PG-13
Category: Drama, Romance, 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.

Chapter 13: In which a diagnosis is made



"Now, I'm going to give you three objects. I want you to tell me whom they belong to," Professor MacKenzie said to the student.

Ben McCoy nodded seriously, and Sarah handed the first item to him. He closed his eyes. "It belongs to a woman... a younger woman, but an adult. She... she's in a position of some status." He opened his eyes. "I'm sorry, Professor. I can't see any more."

Sarah smiled broadly. "That's all right, Mr. McCoy. This leads into another lesson." Ben groaned playfully, and Sarah grinned. She had been working with the boy for a week, and it seemed he was finally beginning to feel at ease with her.

"Lesson number... 387, is it?" Sarah asked. He smiled. "No? Well, anyway, the lesson is that you shouldn't rely on your Sight for every tiny thing. You need to use your other senses. Look at it normally for a moment." Ben looked at the hairbrush that he held in his hands. "Describe it to me."

"It's brown. It has a wooden handle. The bristles are soft--from use, I would suppose." He ran his fingers over the bristles. He plucked a few strands of hair from the brush. "It is a woman's hairbrush. She has long, curly brown hair." He was quiet a moment, then asked, "Is it Professor Granger's?"

"Yes, it is," Sarah beamed. "You see? In order to be a good investigator..." she trailed off. The word 'investigator' had left her with a double image--herself in her Auror's robes, and herself in that damned green uniform that she only saw snatches of. She shook her head to clear it. "In order to be a good investigator, you need to be able to use both physical and magical means to get the full picture."

Ben frowned slightly. "Professor, are you--" He was cut off by a rapping at the windowpane. Sarah got up to allow an owl inside.

"Why, hello. Aren't you a pretty one?" Sarah said to the beautiful tawny owl. The owl nipped at her fingers in appreciation and stuck out her leg for Sarah to retrieve her letter.

"I'm afraid I don't have any food here in the classroom," Sarah told the bird apologetically.

"I do, Professor," Ben volunteered. Sarah looked at him questioningly. "I... uh... I took some from the Great Hall after lunch. Sorry, Professor."

Sarah waved his apology off. "Don't worry about it. I won't tell if you don't," she winked. He blushed and ducked his head. Sarah raised an eyebrow. He hurried to feed the owl.

Sarah looked at the seal on the parchment. Her heart began to beat faster. It was from Obliviator headquarters. She broke the seal and read the letter quickly.

She blinked rapidly, trying to keep away tears. She cleared her throat. "You're--you're dismissed, Mr. McCoy," she said, voice trembling.

Ben wiped his fingers on his robe as the owl flew off. He looked at his professor seriously. "Are you all right, Professor MacKenzie?" he asked quietly.

She smiled fleetingly. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." She began to fuss with the items on her desk, not meeting her pupil's eye.

"All right. If you need any help, ma'am, I--"

"Not today, Ben. Go on. It's almost time for dinner." He nodded slightly and left.

Sarah stood and walked to the window. Closing it, she leaned her head against the cool glass, tears streaking down her face.

****

Severus Snape frowned. This was not unusual for him. Worrying about a colleague, however, was.

Perhaps 'worry' was too strong of a term. 'Wondering' may have been better. Sarah MacKenzie had not missed a single meal since she had arrived at Hogwarts, so Severus was wondering what could keep her tonight.

Scowling, he stood and stalked out of the Great Hall. He knew he wouldn't be able to rest until his curiosity was satisfied. No one noticed as he left.

****

He pushed open the trapdoor to the Divination classroom. He had been there only once while Sybill was the professor--that had been more than enough. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. The current teacher had much better taste in decorating, he mused.

The professor he had been searching for was standing at the darkened window. "Lumos," he muttered. Candles around the room immediately lit.

Sarah spun around, wand out. Severus could see a piece of parchment crumpled in her hand. "Who's there?" she asked hoarsely, eyes not adjusted to the light.

"Why are you sitting here sulking in the dark?" he replied.

Sarah relaxed. "And you're one to talk?" she said. Severus snorted.

"Here," he said, handing her a handkerchief. She just looked at him. He shook the piece of cloth. "Take it."

Sarah accepted the proffered item. She threw the parchment onto her desk and wiped her eyes.

Severus took the letter and scanned it. "Do not tell me you were whining over this?"

Sarah glared at him. "Whining? They have no way of reversing my memory loss, Severus! I don't know if I have a family, friends, a career... anything... that I've left behind! I might be stuck here for the rest of my life!"

"Oh, quit sniveling. It says quite plainly that your memory could come back at any time. You have already begun the process yourself, have you not?"

"Well, yes, but--"

"Then get over it and move on. Your life is not over because of this. Most people would be ecstatic to have a job at Hogwarts," Severus said, his tone clearly relaying his disdain for such people.

"I do like it here, but... it's just not home to me," Sarah said dejectedly.

Severus sighed. "You will grow accustomed to that feeling. I am going to the kitchens; dinner is over by now. Please do not sulk in here all night." He stood and left.

"Severus, wait!" He stopped, but did not turn around. "Could I join you? I'm a bit hungry myself."

He nodded stiffly. "If you wish."
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