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Just Let Me Die	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any profit from this, as this is only written for practice.

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Chapter One - The Reappearance of Malfoy

Hermione rubbed her temples as she continued to look over the current laws, which still had too many pro-pureblood ones on the books. She spent the first two years after the Battle of Hogwarts in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures where she finally realized her dreams of S.P.E.W. by getting legislation passed improving the treatment of house-elves. She transferred to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement shortly after her success. Part of her wanted to be closer to her fiancé who finally became an Auror after spending the first two years while in Auror training helping George further expand Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes after the untimely death of Fred at the Battle of Hogwarts. A year after department move, she and Ron had a devastating breakup. He had some weird notion of when they had children she’d quit her job and stay home with the children until the youngest one started at Hogwarts at eleven. She being the independent woman she was and highly successful, decided she was not the woman for Ron and broke off their engagement.

Her wand buzzed telling her that she had a half an hour to get to her volunteer shift at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Shortly after she ended her engagement with Ron she decided to throw herself into her work much like she did her third year at Hogwarts with the time-turner. She was working with the green robed healers as an apprentice, as she didn’t want to stay in her current position at the Ministry indefinitely. She knew she had a lot of work to still do there but after reaching her goal of eradicating the oppressive pro-pureblood laws, she’d have no more use of a ministry position. She enjoyed helping people and she was bound to go where the brightest witch of her age was most needed.

She soon arrived in the receiving offices of St. Mungo’s and prepared for her shift on the second floor of the newly created mental health ward where the worse cases of recently received patients arrived. After the war, many members of the magical community recognized the need for treatment for those suffering from the effects of the horrors they saw. Hermione and many other muggle-born wizards and witches introduced the muggle concept of Psychology.

She ran to meet Ernie Macmillan, the head healer on the second floor she was shadowing. He’d been a Hufflepuff in her and Harry’s year and he went straight into healing training after leaving Hogwarts. He was busy frowning at a patients chart as she approached, “Hey Ernie.”

He looked up from the chart, “Hey Hermione. We have an interesting new patient. Have you spoken to Ron or Harry today?”

She felt her widen with concern, “No, I was busy in my office.”

“Well, follow me,” he walked with his loose lime green robes billowing behind him, almost reminding her of the black robes Snape wore when he was alive. She kept the tears at bay, another order member they lost in the war. “I guess I just never thought I’d see his face again, you know. Of course, he’s been on the missing persons list for the past five years and his mother’s been making a stink about finding him. I guess part of me hoped the little bugger was dead, but apparently what he’s been through is far worse than death.”

She didn’t know what to say but she had a feeling she knew who he was talking about. She remembered the last time she saw him. Crabbe didn’t follow his orders not to try to kill Harry and after a few failed killing curses he decided to cast Fiendfyre causing his death. If it was him, she wondered what happened to him after she, Harry, and Ron rescued him and Goyle from the Room of Requirement. The two of them were left there mourning the death of their friend. She assumed at some point he arrived at the battle and if she remembered correctly he pleaded for his life before Harry and Ron saved his butt again. Then Ron punched him from under the invisibility cloak they were all under for being such a pathetic git, but after that no one knew what happened to him. He just somehow disappeared from Hogwarts before the battle was over and no one had heard from Malfoy in five years. She aimlessly followed Ernie as her mind turned over the possibilities.

They entered a secluded room with one hospital bed. Lying in the bed in a fetal position with his eyes closed tight was none other than her bully from school. He was not the boy she remembered. His platinum blond hair was long and knotted, his pale complexion was covered in a layer of thick grime, and he was far too skinny. She gasped, “What happened to him?”

“We’re still trying to figure that out, but from the evidence found by the Aurors, it seems he was abducted by Crabbe Senior. Harry really wished they could’ve found him earlier and really it took them months to search all of the Crabbe properties after he was recaptured. He apparently was kept alive and cared for by a house-elf. He was just brought here and he will need someone to care for him. I understand you’re just a volunteer but Harry requested your help.”

She couldn’t keep her eyes from him. Her heart ached, staring at the broken man before her. She couldn’t imagine what he witnessed during the years he was gone. She whispered, “Why would Harry recommend me?”

“Treating his wounds will take some of that famous Gryffindor bravery. We need to remove his filthy garments and clean and categorize his physical injuries. I fear his mental injuries will be far more difficult to determine when he’s unresponsive like this. Unless…are you familiar with Legilimency?”

Her mouth gapped, “Yes, I’m familiar with it, but I have yet to practice that spell on another person.”

He smirked, “Well, after we’ve finished reviewing his physical abnormalities, I think he’ll make an excellent subject to test that spell on, as his mind should be in a weakened state and easy to enter. We need to know what happened to perhaps help him heal. Of course, no one would really care about him returning, except for his mother and possibly his father. The rest of us know that he probably deserved everything that happened to him.”

She felt anger build up in her. She didn’t know what it was, but seeing Malfoy in that state just made her want to protect him. She scolded, “He’s your patient Ernie. No matter what bad blood we had in school we have to treat him for what he is, a human being. Whatever happened to him for the past five years has caused him to lose his dignity. I will not look at him as a test subject, but I am willing to help him. So, let’s start with that examination.”

Ernie just nodded and used vanishing spell to remove Malfoy’s sad excuse for clothing. He readied his quill to write down his observations on the parchment in his hands. Hermione took out her wand using it to magically control the sponge to bathe her former school rival. They noted every bruise, infected lesion, burn scars, and the blatant damage to his sphincter. She shook her head realizing some of his more recent wounds were self-inflicted. A sick feeling formed in her gut, as she wondered what she would see in those memories. Torture she could handle, but she feared whatever happened to Draco Malfoy was far beyond the Cruciatus Curse she had endured at the hands of his Aunt Bellatrix. She wondered if invading his memories would really help?

Ernie quickly covered him in a hospital gown, “Please attempt the spell. Whatever memories you see, I will need a copy of them. We must review them to see how we can help him.”

She focused her mind staring into his clouded eyes, “Legilimens.” She found his mind striped of its Occlumency barriers. Soon his memories started flashing through her mind. She concentrated on all the memories for the past five years. She saw flash after flash of horrible acts, application of the Cruciatus Curse, followed by whippings and – She quickly broke her concentration and ran into the attached bathroom. It didn’t take long for to empty the content of her stomach. Her vomiting was interrupted by the whimpering of Draco, as he started twitching. She quickly rinsed her mouth out with water and returned to the room. She gulped, “His body has spasms like he’s experiencing the Cruciatus Curse. Can that be a side effect of its overuse, or do you think it’s because I made him relive those damn memories when I entered his mind?”

“We still aren’t sure about the long lasting side effects of the Cruciatus Curse. We have yet to see any improvement of the Longbottoms and they’ve been in here for 22 years. Neville has taken the Herbology position at Hogwarts and I hear that he and Luna are working on finding a plant based or naturalistic cure for the side effects of that curse. You’re sure he experienced that curse?”

She glared at him, “I’m intimately familiar with that damn curse. Luckily, I don’t have any lasting side effects from my exposure.”

He made a quick note and looked back up, “I will need those memories.”

She growled, “Fine.” She placed her wand at her temple and pulled out the silver whips of the memories she’d just seen. She placed them into the empty vial Ernie pulled out of his robe. She looked back over at the whimpering man, “Wait, did you say a house-elf cared for him?”

“Yes.”

She walked closer to the man in the bed, “I think I’ll need to talk to Harry to see if the house-elf was found. I think I’d like to interview the little thing, but first something needs to be done about his hair.” She flicked her wand and muttered some cleaning and detangling spells. She walked over and gently ran her fingers through his hair. He shuddered and cried out in fear causing her to quickly remove her hand. She turned back to Ernie, “I think we shouldn’t cut his hair until he’s responsive. I’m leaving.”

As she walked toward the door she heard a strangled whispered, “Hermione?” She turned around and looked at Ernie. He shook his head and pointed at Draco. Her heart thumped against her chest as she walked back over to the bed. She looked into his gray eyes and there was awareness behind those eyes. He pursed his lips, “Where am I?”

She reached over and ran her fingers along the side of his face near his hairline, “You’re at St. Mungo's and Crabbe’s is in custody.” His body shuttered. She picked her fingers and ran her fingers from his forehead down to his cheek, “Are you in pain?”

“I’ve been in pain for years,” he managed closing his eyes to her touch. “That feels so nice. I haven’t been touched like that in years. Wait, how long have I been missing?”

“It’s been five years since the Battle at Hogwarts. The Aurors have been looking for you, but there was no evidence as to who took you. When Crabbe was finally captured a year ago, it took them a while to search all of his houses. I haven’t talked to Harry yet, but I have a feeling they were surprised to find you. Don’t worry you’re safe now,” she used her best soothing voice as she continued to run her fingers down his face.

He closed his eyes as tears formed in his eyes, “My parents?”

“You’re father’s in Azkaban and you’re mother will probably be here shortly to see you. She’s been-”

“Is he awake?” Narcissa’s concerned voice carried across the room.

Hermione looked up and met her gray eyes, “Yes, but I think he might need a healing potion, a pain potion, and a dreamless sleep draught. I’m sure Ernie will attend to those. I have to go talk to Harry.”

As she walked passed Narcissa, her arm was pulled causing her to turn around. The woman had tears forming in her eyes, “Thank you for treating him so kindly and please thank Harry and Ron for finding my son.” She squeezed her arm for a moment, “Have they assigned you to care for him like I requested?”

She gasped, “Yes, I’ve been assigned to assist Ernie. Why would you have requested me?”

Narcissa smiled, “You’re the brightest witch of your age and you have a huge heart. I knew if anyone could overcome his past poor decisions, it would be you. Again thank you. I hope with your care, I’ll get my son back.”

“I think he might need you right now. I’ll be back to relieve you shortly,” she turned back around feeling a lump in her throat. Narcissa had requested a muggle-born witch to care for her pure-blood son? Maybe times were changing and she’d someday see equality in the Wizarding World. She walked toward the fire placed and flooed back to the Ministry of Magic. Her mind turning everything over and soon she was knocking on Harry’s office door.

He raised a dark eyebrow behind his circular rimmed glasses and stepped aside so she could walk in, “I’m guessing you just got back from your volunteer shift at St. Mungo's.”

She walked into his office and he closed the door, “Yes, Draco Malfoy? His mother requested me and you spoke with the staff to make sure I’d be caring for him? Why?”

He ran a hand through his messy black hair, “You weren’t there when we found him. He was in a dungeon cell in the basement of a dilapidated cottage on the far end of Crabbe’s eastern French property. His eyes were shut tight and he was whimpering like a dog. He’s been in the hands of that evil man for four years and abandoned by everyone but a house-elf for the past year. I’m surprised he survived.”

“I saw how frail he looked without clothes. I saw the burn scars, the lash marks, and his infected wounds. I think the recent ones were self inflicted. Legilimency Harry, I saw some of the things he’s endured and I vomited. When he woke up and spoke, he seemed like a child. He said my name, my given name, and he allowed me to comfort him. He’s broken beyond compare, and I don’t know if I have the strength to help him,” She sighed and sat down into one of the brown leather chairs on the opposite side of the desk.

His eyes widened, “May I have a copy of those memories for the investigation?”

She chuckled, “Yes. I will hand those over in a moment but first I have a favor to ask.”

“Absolutely, whatever you want.”

“I want to speak with the house-elf that cared for him. I also want to know what’s happening to him or her now that Crabbe’s in prison,” she crossed her arms.

“She was temporarily assigned to me, but I think we should do all the magical paperwork to have her transferred to you. I think she’d enjoy helping you care for Draco. She’s been asking about him, apparently he was nice to her,” he picked up a quill and started signing some papers before folding it into an airplane and it zipped off out of his office. “Rosy,” he called and a little house-elf popped into the office.

She looked up with her big brown eyes, “Master Harry, called me?”

“Rosy, I have put forth the paperwork to have you transferred to Hermione. She’s currently working as a volunteer at St. Mungo's and has been charged with Draco Malfoy’s care. She may need your assistance,” he explained to the little magical creature.

She nodded her head and her eyes widened when she looked at Hermione, “You’s her. You’s the one who made sure us house-elves treated good. You’s caring for Draco? He was always nice to me. I wanted him eat and cleaned wounds when my old master was finished with him. He was always so bloody and sad, but he treated me gooder den mine other master. When do we’s leave?”

“In a moment, I need to give Harry something first,” Hermione placed her wand near her temple. She again pulled out her silvery threads of her memory and placed them in his stone pensieve. After she was done, she turned to her new house-elf, “Rosy, do you think you could pop us over there?” The elf nodded her head yes and took her hand. They soon arrived in the lobby of the hospital.

A/N: Just an idea I had. You know we find so many fictions where Draco’s picking up Hermione’s broken pieces, but there really aren’t that many reversals. I got the idea and ran with it. This was the first MA fiction I wrote and labeled M on FF or now known as the other site that shall remain unnamed. The great purge has begun and I removed this from the other site because I felt there was no way to edit it to make room for their M requirements. I will also post my other violent and dark Dramione Death Eater’s Toy, once I have completed rewriting it. I’m sure this one has some mistakes, but it feels much more complete.
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