Gaining Memories
A/N: The entries here are only to amuse you - do not take them seriously.
Chapter 9 - Hogwarts Weekly
These words are my own
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"Have you heard?" piped a first year Hufflepuff in the halls of Hogwarts. Some students stopped to listen to the girl.
"I hear Draco Malfoy has regained his memory!" Gaps escaped out of their mouths. That was some pretty big news. All students were very well aware of the fact that someone posted out an award to who ever helped Draco Malfoy gain his memory back.
Now it seemed someone from the Ravenclaws actually was able to get Draco regain his memory.
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Life was a real mess. Draco Malfoy stated right here, right now. It seemed like he had taken a giant leap in time were everything had changed, except he is the one that doesn't know about it.
He was clueless about how he suddenly was 20 Galleons poorer, Parkinson seemed to be hexed into oblivion while currently residing in the Hospital Wing, how Crabbe was kicked out of his Quidditch team, how the whole school was looking at him like he was the Dark Lord himself.
It just didn't make any sense.
Weirdest thing of it all, he had come to conclusion he may have been in a coma. Last week it was Fall, and today it is Winter.
It really, really, didn't make any sense.
And it really didn't help when he sought out Madam Pomfrey and she gave him an Anti-Menstruating potion.
Draco groaned out loud and kicked a nearby chair, causing commotion in the library. Madam Pince looked up from her spot and glared at the blond boy, shaking her head to warn him.
He sighed out loud and tangled his fingers in his hair. He was at a complete lost here. When he had asked his roommates what day it is he thought they were joking, but after seeing the Daily Profit, they were right. That was maybe one of the weird things going on. He even was asked by a couple of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws to write an `ask Draco' column for their weekly school paper; the Hogwarts Weekly. Next to that, all students looked at him as if he grew another head. And when he asked them why they were looking at him, they ran off like scared little chickens.
It was starting to become a real problem. When Draco asked what was going on, they refused to answer, or did the scared chicken run.
If only there was a person that told him exactly what had happened.
And there was.
At least, he thought there was.
In the week he had been pondering about why he couldn't remember anything, Draco had noticed the one thing that was probably the most weirdest and strangest thing in this whole ordeal.
Wherever he may be, sometimes she would be there too. Yes, he is talking about the littlest Weasley herself.
Every time he saw her, she was just standing there like she was lost, looking right into his eyes. It seemed she was living in her own world, she did not notice the people around her, she only had eyes for him. That was the thing that freaked him out. The Weasley stopped in her tracks whenever she spotted him and continued to stare at him.
Besides the fact that he found out he had a new stalker; he felt something else other than `weird' whenever she looked into his eyes. Something he couldn't describe, something entirely new for him.
When he looked at her, no longer was he looking at `just another Weasley'. No, quite the opposite. Draco was looking at her with interest and maybe even respect?
All of this was pushing him to the edge of a nervous break down.
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Yes, Draco had joined the Hogwarts Weekly column thing. After a week that he had been stalked by the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, they finally convinced him to write an `Ask Draco column.
Maye because he has already lost his brain that he had agreed with it. Or maybe it was the fact that the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuff had rather large and sharp knifes hidden in their robes - now that's just a little too much defensive.
Draco had been neglecting his schoolwork, and with the help of Pomfrey, he was given a three week vacation. Well, not really vacation, just staying at school with nothing to do for three weeks. And Merlin knows how much he needs this, to sort things out. To get his bloody life back on tracks, and the first step; compliment on the fact that other people send in their problems that are even worse than his so he could feel better.
Today was day one of his so called vacation. Draco was left alone in his dorm while his roommates were all off to class. He didn't dare to go at breakfast - Parkinson has been clinging onto him like a maniac, saying things about how much she has missed him. So, instead of getting his mail at breakfast, three owls crashed against the window at his dorm.
"What the hell?" Draco crawled from his bed and opened the window. The owls flew in and dropped the letters on his head. Then the owls left and Draco took the letters.
Dear Draco
Stood on two of them, the last had Malfoy written on it. I've got fans. Draco mused to himself and ripped the first one open and read.
Dear Draco,
I have a really major problem. Someone from Gryffindor - for the sake of her animosity I will call her X - has been rather stalking me lately. When I spoke to X about it, she said that I had send her dozens and dozens of roses. Well, I don't know why I would do that so I told X that it wasn't me, now someone from the male Gryffindors - I will call him Y - has been threatening me about leaving his `love' alone. Last night when I opened Y's letter, it was all covered in some kind of toxic, I was send off to the Hospital Wing immediately. What should I do now?
A scared Hufflepuff.
Draco raised his eyebrows and thought back to yesterday. When he was at the Hospital Wing, some Hufflepuff was being carried in with big swollen lips. Draco smirked, seems like the Gryffindors are a little obsessive. But somehow, he remembered the phrase `roses' and `Gryffindor' together, maybe he knew the bloke who had send the roses.
Draco grabbed a long parchment, were he would answer all letters. He enchanted the parchment so the letter from the Hufflepuff was already on it. He took out a quill and an ink bottle and started scribbling his reply.
Dear Scared Hufflepuff,
First, figure out who this person is who is stalking you. When you've found out, set him up for a date with his `love'. Tell him to be at the lake around midnight. Then tell Parkinson I will be at the lake at midnight. Come at midnight yourself to see the result.
Draco opened up the other letter.
Malfoy,
Even though I hate you and the rest of the Slytherin house, I have a problem to discuss. Yesterday I did something awful to a fellow schoolmate. What should I do now? Tell him it was me or should I continue stalking him?
Firebolt.
His first reaction was to laugh out loud as he finished reading it. Draco laughed so hard he couldn't breathe anymore for a second. Then he regained himself, read the letter again and compared it with the first one. How could anyone not notice this was pothead?
"Such imbeciles," he mutter under his breath. Draco hovered with his quill above the parchment and thought about a reply.
Dear Potter,
Go to the lake at midnight - be sure to bring your wand with you.
He moved on to the last letter.
Dear Draco,
I've got cooties.
Slythertin.
Draco snorted at the letter.
Crabbe,
I told you not to touch that! Go see Madam Pomfrey.
When he was done answering the last one, he placed all his stuff back in his drawer and left his dorm. Draco was glad nobody was in the common room, but somehow he felt very lonely. He sighed and exited the Slytherin common room.
Entering the abandoned hallway, Draco strode all the way down to the Great Hall. It unnerved him that the first thing that he did upon entering it, was searching for something red, even though the hall was rather empty.
A loud sigh escaped his lips as he sat all by himself at the Slytherin table. He couldn't help but notice how his eyes were fixed on a spot at the Gryffindor table. There was something going on, but he doesn't know it yet. Yes, that was it. Something has happened during his coma-thing, everybody knew but refuses to tell him. It makes sense now, why he felt like he had experienced something really big but doesn't remember it. Slowly and confided he stood from the table. Draco was going to find out what had happened, even it was the last thing he does.
"And I know just the person to begin with."
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