Title: Confused Memories (25/29)
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 25: In which the aftermath is handled
Hermione Granger awoke slowly. She opened her eyes, then squeezed them shut at the burst of light. However, to her surprise, it didn't hurt. In fact, she couldn't feel anything. She tried to sit up, but her body was too weak, and she flopped back down onto the bed.
"The potion should be wearing off, Professor Granger," a familiar deep voice told her. She looked to her left, and saw Severus Snape seated in a chair beside her bed.
Hermione licked her dry, cracked lips. "Wha-what happened?" she asked hoarsely.
"We won," Severus replied. He poured a cup of water. "Sip," he instructed, holding it to her mouth.
She obeyed. When she was finished, she weakly pushed the glass away. "Where's Madam Pomfrey?"
Severus' eyes became more shadowed--if that was possible. "She is taking care of the Headmaster."
"Was he injured?" Hermione asked. She winced at the stupidity of her question. Of course he had been--why else would Poppy be with him?
"Much of his strength was drained when the wards fell. Poppy is watching the Healers to make sure they don't overstep their bounds while in her ward." A faint smirk crossed his face.
"And Sarah? Malfoy said that McNair would get to have some 'fun' with her after the battle." She unconsciously shivered.
"Professor MacKenzie is currently assisting with cleanup." Hermione sighed in relief. "I require assistance in my lab. Most of these dunderheads can't tell the difference between a Shrinking Solution and Skele-Gro," he sneered. "Be there after you've had a full meal," he ordered. "Oh, and our presence is required in the Headmaster's office after dinner," he added before sweeping out of the room.
Hermione blinked. Had Severus Snape just complimented her?
Mac levitated another stone onto the growing pile. She sighed and stretched her arm. Although she wasn't exerting any physical pressure, it felt like it from her exhaustion.
"Mac, go get something to eat," Clay said, placing a hand on her shoulder. She shivered from the prickly freezing sensation it gave her. "Sorry," he apologized. "I suppose I still have some adjusting to do."
"Of course," Mac replied. "You just... died... today."
"Sounds creepy, doesn't it?" Clay grinned mischievously. "But think of what I can do in this form."
Mac raised an eyebrow at the ghost. "Not planning on haunting me for the rest of my life, are you?"
"Nah," Clay replied. "I was thinking more along the lines of Rabb." Mac laughed and shook her head.
"Colonel, go get some dinner," AJ said, walking up to the two. Mac turned and came to attention.
"At ease. We're not exactly on duty right now, Mac," he said.
"I know," Mac replied.
"Go grab some dinner. Professor Dumbledore wants to speak with all of us afterward. Falling asleep in the middle of the meeting probably won't be a good thing." Mac's stomach growled loudly, and AJ grinned. "And I think that would be a bit of a distraction."
"Okay, okay, I'll go eat," Mac said. She pocketed her wand and headed for the Great Hall.
Instead of the usual House tables, the Hall was set up buffet-style. Mac didn't even know the house-elves knew what buffet-style was, but she supposed they could learn. The Hall was swarming with people--students, Aurors and Healers off-duty, and a reporter here and there.
"Professor MacKenzie, the readers of the Daily Prophet would love to know about your role--"
"No comment," she said to the reporter who had just shoved his quill in her face. She made herself a plate and sat at a table.
"This is wonderful pie, isn't it?" a voice said beside her. Mac looked over. A witch with long, dirty blonde hair, rather large silvery eyes, and pale eyebrows gazed back at her, not blinking.
Mac, nonplussed, replied, "Um, I suppose so."
"Is it true that you're a Seer?" the witch asked.
"Yes, it is," Mac said. The other witch nodded and went back to her dinner. Mac furrowed her brow and frowned. What a strange woman.
Suddenly, the woman said, "Prophecies always find ways to come true, don't they?" She smiled and picked up her wand, which had been tucked behind her ear.
"What do you mean?" Mac asked suspiciously. The witch began laughing hysterically.
"What... do you..." she gasped. Mac's eyes widened in alarm. The witch beside her stopped laughing suddenly. "It was nice to meet you, Sarah MacKenzie," she said, standing and leaving the table.
"Wait!" Mac called after her. "What's your..." she trailed off. It was obvious the witch was not listening.
"Mac," another voice said. Clay floated behind her, waiting for her attention. Nobody in the Hall batted an eye at the appearance of the ghost--they were all too used to them at Hogwarts. "The Headmaster wants to see us now."