Disclaimer: I do not own the plot, the world, the characters, or any other aspect of the series Harry Potter written by J.K. Rowling. I do copy exact words from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" and I admit I do not own the text.

This plotline was original but it falls in line with the plot line of the seventh book.


(Or "Oblivious"…)

Chapter Sixteen

Six Years Later

This was his sixth visit to St. Mungo's. He visited once a year, always on the same day, the day he first met her.

It was well past midnight, but he would be allowed in as always. Harry Potter had made this one arrangement for Draco, without asking any questions. Draco wondered why Harry would ever do such a thing for Draco, and was perplexed by Harry's kindness.

Draco only ever visited during the night when he was sure she would be sleeping. He never wanted to come face to face with her, he couldn't bare it. He couldn't stand knowing whether she remembered him or not. Every year he craved that piece of knowledge, but always kept away from finding the answer. He didn't want the answer.

Seeing her was always extremely nerve-racking for him. Two out of the five times he had visited her in the hospital, she had burst out screaming and yelling, twitching in her bed. No one was able to make sense of it. The doctors and nurses said it was the result of the nightmares she had; the nightmares of everything that haunted her subconscious. The things she couldn't remember. Draco was afraid of knowing the truth; the truth about what it was that haunted her thoughts.

One of those five times he had gone to visit her and she had just been calmed down from one of her fits. The nurses had him wait outside until the shaking and whimpering ceased, and she was back into her deep sleep.

It was the scariest thing to see, and that is why Draco never liked visiting her. He hated seeing her in pain, and the screams only reminded him of that night.

She would suddenly wake, flying upright and screaming violently. She would thrash her arms around and jerk her body. Her eyes were blank, almost white, and she couldn't see or hear anyone or anything. She was still in the nightmare, yet it wasn't exactly a nightmare. It was almost like a state of mind. It was like a convulsion, due to the spell.

That horrid night of the last battle against the evilest of evils, he had believed her to be dead by his aunt. The same night he discovered that she was in fact alive, and her mind had only been obliviated.

He was most thankful for that. His aunt had wanted to "have a bit of fun first". That's what she did best: mess with people.

Draco stepped onto the concrete steps outside St. Mungo's, and took an extended breath. He was preparing to go see the girl he loved, lying asleep peacefully, and hoping she would not wake from her nightmares.

He took the key from his pocket that would only let him in at this time on this day each year, and pushed it into the keyhole. He turned it and the door creaked open. He stepped into the semi-familiar lobby and nodded his head to the witch behind the counter. She nodded back and smiled as he headed towards the elevator.

As he made his way to the room, he couldn't help but think about how her life was ruined. She had spent six years of her life in this hospital, being cured and remembering memories that should never have been erased. What did she do to deserve this?

She was perfectly healthy, and had remembered a lot these past six years, but she was not fully recovered. She still lived in this hospital, frequently waking and screaming from dreadful nightmares.

Draco stood face to face with the door to her room. He had done this five times before, yet every instant was the same. He could never bring himself to open it right away.

He took a deep breath and turned the knob. The room was dark, except for a faint light coming from a small source over the bed.

There she was, staring him straight in the eyes.

He hadn't seen those beautiful chocolate eyes in six long, dreadful years. It was a relief to see them, and at the same time agonizing.

"Excuse me?" she said, a quiver in her voice.

"Sophia…" Draco had no idea what to say. He had no explanation of why he would come into her room at 12:48 in the morning. "I…uh…"

"Do I know you?"

She didn't remember him.

"Uh…well, we went to school together." His palms were getting sticky.



"Oh! I'm…I'm so sorry, I don't remember," she replied smiling. She really was beautiful. "Why are you here so…late?"

"Well, uh, it's the only time I could really visit. I'm terribly sorry for bothering you," he answered hastily.

"No, no. It's alright. I was awake anyway." Yeah, he hadn't expected her to be awake. "I was just reading because I couldn't sleep."

"Oh," was all that came out.

"So…did we know each other well?"

"Uh, kind of, I guess."

"Ha ha, sorry. This must be so awkward for you."

"No, not at all. I just…haven't seen you in so long. How are you doing?" Oh no, his leg was shaking. Stop that.

"I'm getting better everyday. I'm remembering a lot now, it's just those damn nightmares at night. They are what keep me in this place." She talked with such ease about her condition, and she was so calm. Draco's shoulders relaxed and the trembling of his leg ceased. "Oh Merlin…I'm so sorry, what is your name?"

"Draco Malfoy," he stated frankly. She didn't twitch, or wince, or shudder, or cringe. She didn't recognize the name at all. All hope flew out the window.

"Oh…what house were you in?"



She sat there smiling, not moving an inch. He had expected her to grimace at the word, but she did not. Draco remembered that is why he loved her so much. She didn't care about blood, or house, or anything but the person's heart and soul.

"I was a Ravenclaw," she beamed.

"I know." He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand here in her room and talk to her like a normal human being, acting as if nothing ever happened. The guilt was building up inside him, destroying him. He could not gaze into the face of the girl he loved and betrayed, and not tell her what had happened that night. Who he was and what they had gone through. But he couldn't tell her the truth of their relationship. She wouldn't remember, and he didn't want her to remember. It would hurt her too much.

"I'm really sorry, I have to go. I could only stay for a few minutes."

"Oh, no! That's quite alright, Draco!" His stomach turned when she said his name. "Maybe we could have tea sometime?" Sophia suggested, the smile never disappearing.

"Sure, that would be nice," he smiled back. "Goodbye, Sophia."

"Bye, Draco!"

He stepped out of the room and shut the door gently. He sighed and headed towards the elevator leisurely, not wanting to really leave.

"What just happened…?" Draco asked himself. He couldn't believe it. He had talked to her, after not speaking to her for six years. It was such a relief to finally hear her voice again and not her petrifying horrid screams.

As he ambled across the lobby, he remembered something. His hand dove into his coat pocket and his fingers instantly wrapped around the hard, oval object. He took it out and his eyes were fixated on the golden locket. He outlined the initials S.J.D. with his index finger and exhaled.

He was going to give it back to her.

It was the least he could do. I mean, it's her locket, isn't it?

He couldn't go back in the room now, he had just left.

Moreover, he couldn't stare into her eyes again.

He walked over to the front counter and whispered to the nurse, "Good evening, Mam. I was wondering if I could leave something here for Sophia Dune?"

"Yes, of course," the witch replied. "You can write out a note and I'll leave it in her room for her when she wakes." She handed him a miniature sliver of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill. He leaned over the counter and wrote out the note. "So are you visiting here?


"Where are you staying?"

"Heyla's Lodging," he answered without looking up.

"Ah, nice place, nice place. Are you leaving soon?"

He handed her the locket and the note and replied, "Yea, tomorrow morning actually."

She observed the piece of jewelry and commented, "Oh, you do know that the chain is broken on that necklace, dear?"

"Yea, I know. It's alright." The broken chain haunted Draco. Sophia had broken it when she was upset with him. She had torn it from her neck. "Thank you."

And Draco Malfoy stepped onto the dark street and into the night.


"What's this?" Sophia asked aloud to no one in particular. She had sat up, stretched, and noticed the note and necklace on her nightstand beside her bed. She picked up the piece of parchment and read the note:


This was yours, and I have kept it for six years. I am dreadfully sorry for never returning it. The chain was broken when I found it, so I kept it and didn't change it, because I thought you might want it the way it was. Thank you,

Draco Malfoy

"A locket…?" Sophia murmured, puzzled because she couldn't remember ever having one like this. "It's beautiful." She held the locket in her hands and gazed at its beauty. She traced her fingers softly across her initials. "S, J, D…" She was curious as to what was inside and attempted to pry it open. It wouldn't budge because it had not been opened in six years. Her face turned a bright shade of red as she used all of her strength to force it open, and she succeeded.

The melody swam through the air and Sophia's ears were enchanted by the music. "It's…beautiful…" she breathed.

Sophia gasped as her eyes abruptly went white and her mind raced fifty miles a minute…images and voices flashing before her…

"So why haven't you been getting any sleep lately? What's bothering you?"

"Hasn't anyone ever told you to not butt into anyone else's business?"

"Why must it be a secret?"

"Why do you care so much?"

"What is so important and secretive that you care to hide?"

"Get out."

"If you need help, I can help."

"What does she expect…us to perform normal transformations? Look at everyone else! Ha ha!"

"What do you expect? McGonagall's barmy."

"What? Look at what Lavender is doing to poor Neville!"

"Ha, I'm not surprised they're partners. Both gits."

"Excuse me? Don't just go around calling anyone a git, Draco! Neville and Lavender are not gits. Lavender may be a little odd but she happens to be a very nice person. And Neville is intelligent and very kind. He just lacks confidence."

"That doesn't mean they're not gits."

"What is wrong with you!? You think you're better than everyone else? I should have known. I knew you were nasty but I thought you might have grown out of it."

"Who are you going to be rooting for?"

"Uh, I don't really like to choose sides, sorry. But I do wish you luck."

"Oh come on."

"Fine. I'll secretly wish for Slytherin to win, okay?"

"Alright, that's good enough."

"Don't kill yourself."

"What's your excuse this time?"

"I didn't feel well. I'm not lying to you. I wouldn't lie to you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't have to explain anything to anyone, especially you."

"What happened?"

"Nothing really. I feel better now. Tell me about the match. Gryffindor's lose?"

"I wasn't really paying attention all that much."

"Why not?"

"Because you weren't playing so it was boring."

"Draco! Here! The ingredients you asked for!"

"Happy Christmas."

"Sophia. Here. This is for the Polyjuice Potion ingredients. I had some extra potion."

"Thank you very much!"

"It can't be used for another month, and it's not a lot, but it'll last for about ten minutes. It'll be like a trial, an experiment."

"Oh, hell, anything is nice. I don't care how much there is or how long it lasts. This is very generous."

"Yea, well, I'll see you later."

"Okay, goodbye…Don't give up hope."


"I…I was just telling you to not give up hope. On your problem…you looked as though you might break out into tears and I thought maybe you were giving up—"

"I don't know what the bloody hell you're talking about. I don't have a problem. And I don't need your help. Or anyone's for that matter. You're pathetic."



"Look…I don't say this often…at all actually…I'm sorry."

A kiss.

"I really am. I didn't want help from anyone. I wanted to do it on my own. But I…I can't. I told this to somebody else—"

"Well, let me just tell you something. Don't give up. Giving up will show that you are weak. I know how you loathe weakness. Not to mention giving up is pathetic. See? So don't surrender. Don't withdraw. Push forward. Continue. I know you can, and I know this sounds so corny. I probably sound like a git right now."


"Please. Don't."

"But I—"


A kiss.

"Please. You won't fail. I promise."

"That's a big promise."

"I don't care."



"But only because you are irritating me. I'm only joking Sophia. Don't take things so seriously."

"Well it's a bit rough ever since you pronounced me pathetic."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay. Good luck. And please."

"I know."

"You may not realize it, but you do help me Sophia."

"Okay. As long as you say so, I trust you."

"That might not be the best thing."


"It's alright. You have nothing to worry about. Alright I'm going to be late for class."

"You're a lot nicer once ya get to know you."


"No, Draco."

"Don't kill Dumbledore…"

"It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now."

"I love you…"

"Dumbledore cornered…Well done, Draco, well done!"

"And, yes, I am a little shocked that Draco here invited you, of all people, into the school where his friends live…"

"I didn't….I didn't know he was going to come…"

"He's not long for this world anyway, if you ask me!"

"Always the same, weren't yeh, Dumby, talking and doing nothing, nothing…Come on, Draco, do it!"


"Now, Draco, quickly!"

"I'll do it."

"I said no!"

A flash of light.

"…or stand aside so one of us…"


A flash of green light.

Amycus…a small boy…his sister…Alecto…



"RUN! Expelliarmus!"


The world disappeared…everything went black…mind was blank.

"We thought you might like to have her. Specifically, you, Bellatrix. This filthy Mudblood somehow got under the radar and wasn't brought to the Ministry like she should've been."

"What was that?"

"This girl's a Mudblood? But how did she avoid being taken to the Ministry?"

"Cissy, calm down. It's alright. Who cares…this will be fun."

"What is your name…I said, what is your name…YOU DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE MONSTER…Answer—my—question."

"S-Sophia Dune."

"What house?"

"Ravenclaw…Could you please let go of my chin? You're hurting me."

"Oh ho ho, a little smart arse aren't we now? Where did you ever get the impression that you could cast spells at a teacher? Nevermind a Death Eater?"

"They were hurting students."

"And that gives you the right to stupefy and disarm them? I think not…You disgust me…you filthy Mudblood…"

"Don't call me that…"

"CRUCIO!...Are you sorry?"


"CRUCIO!...YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD! YOU DESERVE TO DIE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM! CRUCIO!...Ha ha! You're the second Mudblood this week! I must be very lucky…"

"Do you know this little snot nose devil?"


"Hm…is she in your year?"


"Have you ever talked to her before?"


"Do you know anything about her?"


"It was all because of you I didn't kill him. Now, because of you my parents, my aunt, and the Dark Lord believe me to be pathetic and weak! I was given that task and I got so far, but I didn't do it…and I could've done it too if you hadn't been in my ear!"

"No…you would never kill anyone…"

"It's your fault Snape killed him instead of me! I would have killed him if you hadn't of whispered in my ear!"

"Well then why didn't you just do it?! Why did you listen to me!?"


"Why do you care about these people?"

"What people?"

"Those people…those repulsive Death Eaters…and him…that revolting master of theirs…they are vile and cruel and absolutely sickening. I just don't understand why you want to be honored by them?! You're so much better than th—"

The Dark Mark.

"No…No…you can't be a…no…"

Bellatrix's shriek.

"No! My aunt is up! Go, Sophia! And Sophia! My blood is pure and yours is…dirty. I…I hope you understand that."

"Who's to say who is pure, and who is dirty?"

What was that?

A soft note…

And another…and another…

Making a chain of notes…a melody.

"I knew you'd like it."

"It's…it's, oh Merlin! Why did you get this?"

"Happy Belated Christmas."

"I love you, Sophia."

Sophia snapped back into reality, gasping for air, drenched in sweat. She sat staring at the locket in her hands and her mind was frantic.

"Oh my god…" she breathed.

She clutched the locket, whipped the covers from her, and dashed out of the room. She flung herself down the stairs, skipping four steps at a time. She burst into the lobby and completely ignored the five people that were there. She raced over to the counter and asked with impatience, "Do you know where Draco Malfoy is?"

The wizard behind the desk replied, "No…I'm afraid I don't…I'm sorry. Mam…shouldn't you be in your room? It's early in the morning…it's only seven o'clock…"

"I need to know where he is!" she shouted hysterically.

"Okay, mam. Please calm down…I think your nightmares might be acting up again…"

"Listen to me!" she cried.

A witch came around the corner yelling, "What is the all the fuss about?!"

"This young lady is looking for someone named Draco Malfoy and I do not have the answer. Jina, would you please escort her back to her room?" the wizard stated, clearly annoyed.

"Draco Malfoy, Miss? He was just here last night…he said, he said he was staying in um…oh what was it…well he said he was leaving this morning…oooh…I asked him this last night…it was…"

Sophia couldn't wait any longer.

"It doesn't matter, I'm leaving," and she sprinted for the door.

"HEYLA'S LODGING!" the witch shouted to Sophia.

Sophia stopped and turned around, "Thank you so very much, Mam," and left at the same speed she had come.

The streets were filled with people, and Sophia couldn't get around them unless she forced her way through. She was usually polite and hated to bother anyone, but right now she didn't care. She had to shove her way through to find him.

I have to find him…I have to find him…

She knew this city well, for she had been living in it for six years now. She had heard of Heyla's Lodging and knew it was next to Krinkler's Kandy on Buflet Street. And that wasn't very far from here…

The sun glared and beat down upon the masses of people trying to get to their destinations. Noises of the morning filled the streets, and chaos was unavoidable. But she made it.

She surged into the room yelling, "DRACO! DRACO!" but there was no answer and no Draco. Only eyes staring at her in confusion. Her head thrashed around fiercely looking for the one person she needed to see. She sighed in defeat and went back onto the street to look for him.

People pushed their way past the mobs as Sophia continued to cry out, "Draco! DRACO!" She climbed on top of the water fountain in the middle of the courtyard to see the surrounding people. But she could not see him.

"DRACO!" she called out once more, her voice almost completely hoarse.

And there he was. Walking into the train station.


Sophia bounded from the fountain's edge and onto the concrete, her bare feet slamming hard into the pavement. The pain shot through her body but she could care less about physical pain right now. Her only thought was on getting to the train station.

Sophia was running faster than she ever had. Her eyes would not move from him, her mind not floating away. She was determined.

And now she was only fifty yards away.

"DRACO!" she screamed out once more. He stopped dead in his tracks.

He had heard her.

He turned around to see who had called out his name, yet he couldn't see anyone who was looking particularly for him. And then Sophia emerged from the crowd, right in front of him.

They stared at one another in silence, like they had so many times before.

"I remember," she breathed, eyes wide, face blank. Almost as if both Sophia and Draco were connected, tears began trickling down their faces.

"Sophia…" he murmured in awe.

He grabbed her and hugged her. Sophia felt as though he would never let her go. Not ever.

"I told you I would never forget that sound…" she whispered in his ear.

"The locket?" he questioned, one eyebrow raised. Sophia nodded her head and they were lost in a kiss, giving them each a moment that would last them a life time.

"I'll never let you go…never again."