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My Angel	By : bronzbarista Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Holy cow, I rewrote this entire chapter. I added a lot of explanation as to what is happening to our dear witch. I hope you guys enjoy it, and as always, please read and review!

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Draco returned to St. Mungo’s the next day, but instead of walking the familiar path to Hermione’s room he walked to a seperate wing. Healer Tennyson had flooed him last night to tell him that the psychologist would be expecting him at 8:30 A.M. and to not be late. That night, despite desperately wanting to see Hermione, Draco took a Dreamless Sleeping draught. He was running on empty and had to get some rest in order to deal with the doctor the next day.

He found the office and knocked on the door. It creaked a little as it swung open, but Draco saw that no one was there. Sighing he walked in, closing the door behind him, and sat in the large leather chair across from the desk that was scattered with papers. His eyes roamed the room cataloging everything that he saw. He saw the degree certificates hanging on the wall and got up to inspect them. One was from Hogwarts, another from a muggle university in London, and then another from a different muggle university was his doctorate diploma. Apparently the man’s name was Nathanial Nalpin. Draco turned and sat back in the leather chair to wait for the man. He waited about twenty minutes before a small gray haired man rushed into the office.

“Ah, Mr. Malfoy so glad that you could make it this morning. I do apologize for my tardiness. I’ve been dealing with a patient who had an unfortunate innocent last night, and now believes he’s a duck.” The tiny man shook his head and walked around the desk to sit in the high backed brown leather chair behind it. The chair dwarfed the healer and Draco was sure that he had at least a foot and a half on the man.

He watched as the healer shuffled through the disaster on top of his desk before finally pulling out a folder that had a stack of parchments in it. Healer Nalpin took out the parchments and flipped through them quickly humming to himself and making a few quick notes. “Now, Mr. Malfoy, Healer Tennyson has informed me that you’ve begun to experience dreams in which you are not only communicating with Ms. Granger but you have come into physical contact with her?”

Draco arched an eyebrow at the man and folded his arms over his chest, “That is what I told Healer Tennyson, yes.”

“I wonder, Mr. Malfoy if you have ever read anything about Muggle psychology?” At Draco’s incredulous look Healer Nalpin continued, “Yes well it was a question worth asking wasn’t it? Psychology, Mr. Malfoy, is the science of mind and behavior. After the war, the ministry decided to find and put together a team of wizards who have experience with muggle psychology. The cruciatus was a curse heavily used unfortunately, and while wizards have always known that it can cause a break in the psyche, which can cause insanity, they never truly bothered to put the research into studying the mind and the effects that magic has on it. As of late we have been working with some experimental spells and potions that allow us to put a patient who has experienced severe psychological breaks under a spell that keeps them in a dream state that taps directly into their subconcscious. Once in this state we run several diagnostic tests and administer certain potions in order to examine what is happening, and just what the magic is doing within their mind.”

Healer Nalpin arced his hand through the air and a full scale color model of the human brain hovered over the desk. Draco leaned forward a little bit to examine the model, and listened as the healer began another explanation.

“Wizards have always known that our power, our magic, draws off of our physical bodies. We’ve traced the flows of magic through all parts of the body. We’ve tested it using all sorts of physical experiments, and we’ve also tested the focusing of our magic. The thing that the wizarding world has never bothered to study is the link between our magic and our emotions. The effect that our mental state has on the magic. It was always just assumed that the varying power of spells had to do with the wand wielded by the caster. This however is not the truth Mr. Malfoy. Our magic is tied quite heavily to our minds and our mental state. Now the model currently floating here is the model of a normal witch’s brain. She is calm and under no duress. We had her perform a few basic tasks that required nothing more than minimal brain activity. Something that is equal to doing the laundry or making a sandwich.

“If you’ll take notice of the colors highlighting the different parts of the brain; notice how certain parts of the brain light up different colors? The patterns and currents the colors move in are specific. This is the way the brain functions. Different parts of it are responsible for different functions. Now here we hit the witch with a minor curse, something like a jelly legs jinx…”

The model of the brain went from different areas of different colors moving in different directions, to the two large frontal lobes lighting up in a net of white currents of light, and . The other sections of the brain seemed to dim out. Then when the white light faded away the multitude of colors returned. Draco stared in wonder at it, and looked up at Healer Nalpin, “I don’t understand. What does that have to with what’s happening to Hermione?”

“You see, when we are hit with curses, minor or otherwise, our magic responds in a purely instinctual way. In muggle psychology they often call this a “fight or flight” response. Its when you get that sudden rush of adreanaline in a fight. Your mind sends signals to the rest of your body to conserve energy and blood flow so that you can fight or flee. In the wizarding world our magic adds a different element. When hit with a curse our magic responds with our minds instinct to fight and connects with the emotion, drawing power from that. Our magic also does something else miraculous when hit with opposing magic, but only if it is a great enough threat to the core of what our magic draws on. The magic throws up barriers around the brain and brain stem in order to preserve it. Now, in a normal case, as soon as the opposing magic had made it’s way out of our system the shields would fade away. From what we have been able to determine the barrier is a result of our own magical ‘fight or flight’ response. It redirects the greatest amount of our magical energy to protect our minds.”

Draco had leaned back in the chair but now looked at the healer with skepticism in his eyes, “If that is true then how is that the Cruicatus can cause so many to go insane? What about the Longbottom’s? As far as I know they were never cured of their particular insanity. What happened to the barrier around their minds? Why weren’t they protected?”

Healer Nalpin considered Draco for a moment and then sighed and waved away the image of the brain floating above his desk, and called up another one. In this one the web of light covered the entirety of the brain but there were cracks and fissures. The lobes of the brain were lighting up erratically and the fissures and cracks got bigger. Nalpin watched sadly and then looked at Draco, “The longer that the magic is forced to do a redirect, and the longer it is kept in that state to protect the mind, the more easily exhausted it is. As I’m sure you of all people are aware, the Longbottoms were tortured for hours and hours at the hands of a deranged psychopathic madwoman who gave them no respite. The barriers are not fail proof, and if subjected to long inexhaustible amounts of stress and pain they will fall.”

The brain was now only covered in a few slivers of light before the barrier fell away completely and the areas of the brain continued flashing erratically even flashing the wrong color in the wrong section.

“The magic scrambles the brain, and that is something that we are still trying to figure out how to rectify.”

Draco nodded and watched as the image faded away then met the eyes of the old healer across from him, “Tell me how this is going to help get Hermione back.”

“When Ms. Granger was hit by the Death Eater’s curse it did something to her mind. This was no ordinary Cruciatus nor was it any other torture spell we had heard of. The best we can tell is that there was already a spell placed on Ms. Granger’s stomach to protect the fetus, however when hit by the curse her magic tried to protect her mind at the same time. My theory is that this caused the mix up. Her magic continued to protect the mind and the fetus.”

Draco nodded and rubbed his face with his hands, “Father was always so good at putting together new ways to drive people to the brink of insanity. So why is it that when Orion was born her magic didn’t realign? Why didn’t she wake up?”

Healer Nalpin leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers, “I believe that once your son was born there was a hang up in the magic. You’re correct in thinking that her magic would realign, but whatever the curse was that your father threw at her, it damaged her mind somehow, despite the shields. It is her magic that is keeping her in this state, at least that is my theory.

“Now, as for your dreams, I have a possible explanation. In the notes here from Healer Tennyson I am to understand that you and Ms. Granger were in some sort of relationship prior to the battle? Can you tell me a little about that?”

Draco had stood from the chair and started to pace the office, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black trousers, his blonde hair mussed from running his hands through it, “We weren’t just in a relationship.” He seemed to mutter to himself as he strode the length of the office. Healer Nalpin merely sat and waited for him to continue. Sighing to himself Draco rested his forehead against the wall.

“We were in love. It happened so unexpectedly….neither of us ever expected it. Due to her condition when she was brought in, I’m sure you’ve figured out that we were sexually active.” He smiled sadly at the memories of Hermione’s breathy moans. The way she would call his name, her nails raking down his back. He closed his eyes and envisioned her face in the candle light that used to illuminate the Room of Requirement when they would meet.

“Before the final battle she sent me a letter. We had already endured so much, and honestly neither of us knew if we would make it out alive. Healer Nalpin…the bond we had wasn’t just one of mutual attraction, or simple love. We had the sort of love that crossed time, that existed beyond the confines of this world. She is my life, my home, my love, the mother of my child, and the very reason I exist today. She saved my life, and I have spent every moment of the last 5 years vowing to return her’s to her.”

He turned to look back at the Healer, his stony façade was back and his silver eyes flashed briefly, “Now what I need you to tell me Healer Nalpin is how exactly you plan to help me do that? What is that you bring to the table that is so different from what these other fool healers haven’t tried?”

Nathanial Nalpin had treated many muggles and wizards alike. He had specialized in rare traumas to the mind and psyche because he truly wanted to help the ones who had given up. Yet here in front of him stood a young man who had never given up, and even still fought tooth and nail to save a young woman who may not even remember him. He stood and walked over to a cabinet waving his wand to disable the locking wards.

“Mr. Malfoy I believe that your connection, your bond, with Ms. Granger is what is allowing this to happen. It is possible that your own subconscious has been blindly seeking her’s out for years. This is, however, like trying to floo someone who’s shut their floo down to the network. You are essentially beating your head against a brick wall. For some reason though, Ms. Granger’s subconscious has now opened up to your signal and is allowing you in. That is not all though. It was also in Healer Tennyson’s notes that you’ve been able to make physical contact with her. I believe that by forcing her to react within her dream state it is unblocking the pathways in her mind. Her response to the stimuli is causing the magic to begin coursing into areas that have been otherwise shut off to her. This is causing the stasis to lift from these physicological areas of her body.”

Draco nodded and watched as the healer took a bottle out of the cabinet. It appeared to be black smoke swirling inside the bottle, and he instantly went on alert. Nothing good ever came from something like that.

“Have no fear Mr. Malfoy, this is no dark magic. This is a special sleeping potion. I created it myself actually,” Healer Nalpin smiled at that and set the bottle on the desk. “To be frank Mr. Malfoy I believe that by stimulating Ms. Granger and riling her up into a high emotional state we can wake her up. We have to reopen all the pathways for her magic. That means provoking strong emotional and physical responses in order to blow away those blockages. Now in order to do that I have to put you to sleep, but it wont be like giving you a sleeping draught. This potion here puts you to sleep but also opens up the subconscious pathways. I’m essentially going to give you a burst of power, hopefully enough that when you cause that reaction in Ms. Granger her magic will respond and we will wake you at the same time. Essentially as you wake you will be connected and drag her out of it with you.”

Draco stared at the bottle a little longer then slowly nodded, “I’m in. I have to make arrangements to have my son taken care of and make a few arrangements for work, but I’ll be in first thing tomorrow.”

Healer Nalpin smiled and nodded, “I’ll have a room near Ms. Granger’s prepared for you and we will get started first thing tomorrow.”

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Once Draco left the healer’s office he made a stop by Hermione’s room and kissed her on the forehead, promising to see her later. He then walked to the apparition point outside of the hospital and apparated home. He packed one bag for himself and then floo’d the Potter residence and explained the entire situation to Harry, who readily agreed to take Orion to stay with Ron and Luna, and take care of Draco’s assignments at work.

Draco looked at Harry through the floo and managed a smile, “I’m going to get her back mate….”

Harry smiled and watched Draco, who seemed to look alive for the first time since the war, “Ginny and I will come up as soon as we can Draco.”

Draco nodded and closed the call. He took a few steadying breaths and then closed his eyes. She was going to wake up, he just knew it. His brave lioness was going to come back to him. He could still feel the way she had felt in his arms that last night, when they had managed to meet briefly. The smell of her and the way her eyes had brimmed with tears. Picking up his bag he walked out of the house and to the apparition point.

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The next morning, at first light Draco lay in a hospital bed in his own sleep pants and no shirt. Healer Nalpin had suggested he make himself as comfortable as possible. The healer himself came in to check on Draco and smiled a little at him, “Mr. Malfoy are you ready?”

Draco nodded, “Let’s get it done.”

Nalpin took the bottle off the table and pulled the stopper out and walked out of the room closing the door. Draco watched the strange behavior and then gasped as the smoke filled the room and seemed to smother him. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath through his nostrils.

Draco opened his eyes, expecting to see the hospital room, but instead was met with the sight of a room he hadn’t seen since his seventh year. The Room of Requirement was aglow with candles that cast a soft light over the massive bed in the center of the room. A very Slytherin smirk crossed his face as he heard Hermione’s footsteps and then her voice. He turned to look at her, and immediately knew what he had to do.

“Malfoy…what in Merlin’s name are you doing here? What is this?”

“Granger I’m here to answer your questions. I think it’s past time I tell you what’s going on and help you remember…”
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