like a psychotic rainbow (raindroproses) wrote,
like a psychotic rainbow

FF: Confused Memories, Part 27

Title: Confused Memories (27/29)

Author: raindroproses

Rating: R
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 27: In which friends say goodbye

Sarah finished packing her bags. She hadn't wanted to take the things that had been purchased for her, but Hermione insisted. "They're yours, Sarah. Albus would want you to have them, too. Besides, if you don't take them, they won't be used." Even when she insisted that she had no use for wizard's robes, Hermione hadn't backed down.

She muttered a Shrinking Spell, then slipped her miniature luggage into her pocket. She was wearing the Muggle jeans and t-shirt she had been wearing when she had first appeared at Hogwarts. She gazed at her wand.

What was she going to do? She couldn't give this up again. Her magic was a part of her, the part she had always felt was missing. How could she go back to being Colonel MacKenzie after experiencing the rush of magic through her veins?

Mac sighed. She left the room, locking the door behind her.

She slowly made her way to the entrance hall, gazing all around her. She had grown used to this castle--the moving stairwells, the creaking suits of armor, the curious portraits... She sighed. It would be nice to go home, but she would miss this place.

As she reached the ground floor, she peered into the Great Hall. The atmosphere was muted, almost somber. It would take some time, but the students would heal.

"Sarah!" Hermione, who had been on her way to breakfast, exclaimed. "You're leaving so soon?"

"Yeah; I need to report back to JAG tomorrow, and I'll need time to get over jet lag," she smiled. The two women fell silent, then threw themselves into a hug.

"Oh, Merlin, I'll miss you, Sarah," Hermione said. "This place just won't be the same."

"We can always write. I'll try to find an owl post office in DC. And you'll have to come visit over summer break," Sarah replied. "We can go to Times Square. Or Salem."

"I would love that. And you'll have to come back here. The students would love to see you again."

"Well, I'll have to wait a while--I doubt I'll be eligible for leave for quite some time," Sarah laughed. A throat cleared behind them.

"Colonel, we need to be going. We have a flight out of Heathrow in three hours," AJ interrupted.

"I'll write you. I promise," Sarah said, backing away.

"You better, or I'll track you down!" Hermione grinned. She waved sadly as they went through the open doors.

Suddenly, a student came barreling through the entrance to the Great Hall. "Professor MacKenzie!" the boy shouted.

Hermione said, "Mr. McCoy! You know there's no running in the corridors!"

Benjamin McCoy turned. "I have to catch the professor! There's something I need to tell her!"

"They're probably gone by now, Ben," Hermione said gently. "What is it?"

Ben turned a bright shade of red. "N-never mind, Professor," he said weakly. "It's not important."

"It must be important if you're running out of here like a bat out of hell," Hermione said, using a phrase her father used to say. "Now what is it?"

"It's, uh, it's about Professor MacKenzie," Ben said. "She--she's..."

"She's what, Mr. McCoy?" Hermione prompted, beginning to lose patience.

"Going to get married. Pretty soon, I think."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "And how do you know that?"

He blushed again. "I had a vision." Everyone knew about Professor Granger's dislike for Divination. He doubted she would believe him.

"You're sure?"

"Positive, Professor. I was meditating like Professor MacKenzie told me to, and I saw her in a wedding gown. She was in a Muggle church, and her friend, the bald man, was waiting for her."

Hermione smiled... then grinned... then burst into peals of laughter. When she calmed down, she noticed Ben staring at her nervously. She smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Mr. McCoy. I'm fine. I just needed a bit of good news. Let's go get some breakfast, shall we?"
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