Lialani\'s Story

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“Who are you?” Lialani demanded a few hours later as three strangers stood at her bedside after waking her up.

Harry’s jaw dropped. Hermione gasped and Ron yelled, “What the hell do you mean ‘Who are you’?”

Lialani reached out and slapped him. “Don’t yell at me like that. One, I have a headache. Two, you just woke me up so I’m kinda already peeved at you. Three, I have amnesia. Now, once again, who are you?”

Harry had regained his composure and closed his mouth. “Amnesia?”

“Probably from the concussion,” said Hermione. “I’m Hermione Granger. We’ve known each other since the beginning of this school year and I helped you through your pregnancy.”

“I’m Harry Potter,” Harry said. “I’ve known you since the beginning of the year, too.”

“I’m Ron Weasley. I’m the one you just slapped, and I’ve known you as long as these two.” Ron rubbed his cheek where a red mark was brightening.

“Well, I know that I just slapped you. I can remember that. Anything that happens now I’ll remember. I can’t remember anything before this morning,” Lialani explained.

“So you have no idea what happened to you last night?” Hermione asked, disappointed.

“Not a single thing,” replied Lialani.

“Well, that sucks,” Harry complained. Then he brightened. “Do you remember Draco Malfoy? He’s blonde-Wait. ‘Mione, do you think you could conjure up a picture of him?”

“Of course.” With that, Hermione swirled her wand a few times and a picture of Malfoy fluttered into Lialani’s lap.

“He’s Draco Malfoy. He’s a Slytherin. He was bothering you on the train ride here in the beginning of the year,” Lialani said abruptly. “He kidnapped me and Aglaia last night and brought us to Voldemort. Death Eaters tied me up and made me drinkotiootion that took away all my powers. Voldemort put the Cruciartis Curse on Snape. Then Snape had to bring me down to me cell. Lucius Malfoy brought Aglaia down after him. Lucius left and Snape gave me a potion that gave me my powers back. Then he told me what to do: I had to go transparent and float up the surface with Aglaia. He would turn me invisible. Then I had to grab a broken doll that was a Portkey and get to Hogwarts to Dumbledore. But when I got to the surface, two people were waiting for me. They were Draco Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy. Lucius said, ‘Reveal’ and waved his wand and they could see me. They attacked me. Draco kept hitting me with a stick while Lucius jinxed me. I kept yelling, ‘Protego’ but he hit me with a silencing charm. So, I used my powers and he flew back into a tree. He was knocked unconscious. Then I tripped and fell backwards while stupid Draco kept hitting me with that damn stick. I moved my hand and, luckily, it fell on the Portkey so I was outta there. Then I landed in front of the school gates and got to Dumbledore’s office but that was when I passed out. Then I woke up here and didn’t remember any of it.”

“Malfoy! Again!” Harry shouted.

“Harry, shut up!” Hermione hissed. “That’s not important. What is important is that she remembered. Harry, go get Dumbledore so Lialani can tell him what happened.”

Harry nodded and raced out of the infirmary. Hermione settled herself on the end of Lialani\'s bed just as Poppy burst out of her office.

“What’s going on? Why did someone shout?” she asked.

“Oh, Madam Pomfrey, I remembered what happened last night!” Lialani cried, delighted with herself.

“Really? Well, I’ll have to tell the Headmaster,” Poppy said.

“That’s where Harry’s going, Madam,” Ron interjected.

“That was a good idea. But did you all ask to visit her?” Poppy reprimanded.

“No, Madam. But we didn’t intend on visiting her, exactly. We came down to see if she was awake. If she was, we were going to ask you. But if she was asleep and we didn’t want to wake her so we turned to leave but Ron stubbed his toe at the end of the bed and the jolt woke her up,” Hermione explained.

“And of course she didn’t know who you were. I hope you explained, Miss Turowsky,” Poppy said sternly.

Lialani nodded.

“Good girl,” Poppy praised.

As soon as she said that, Lialani closed her eyes and curled into a ball, folding her legs and tucking her arms under. She began to whimper and rock back and forth as the memory that haunted her nine months ago flashed in front of her closed eyes.

“Is she okay? What’s happening?” Ron asked, worried.

Before anyone could answer him, Albus burst into the infirmary, Harry right on his heels.

“What’s going on?” Albus asked as he spotted her on the bed.

“I don’t know. All I said was, ‘Good girl’ and she started this,” Poppy replied.

Lialani sat up, her eyes full of tears. “Did my father physically abuse me?”

“What?” exclaimed Albus. That had caught him completely by surprise.

“I just remembered something…my father-at least I think it was my father, I was calling him ‘Daddy’-was hitting me with a paddle,” she sobbed, covering her face with her hands.

“Are you serious?” Ron was incredulous.

“Yes. I-I could feel the pain and everything,” she wailed and collapsed in a crying heap of arms and legs.

“We have to talk to her parents. If she has amnesia and she remembers this, it has to be true. Lialani, sweetie, come on, sit up and dry your eyes,” Albus said.

Albus sat down and gathered the sobbing girl into his arms. She buried her face in his beard, still crying hard. He patted her head gently, and after a few minutes, the tears stopped.

“Like I said, we need to talk to your parents. If your mother doesn’t know about this, she needs to know and you father just has to have the record straightened for him.” Albus stood up, pulled a hankie out of thin air and handed it to Lialani so she could wipe her eyes.

“Yes, Pssorssor, I completely agree,” Hermione jumped in, not willing to see her friend go through this anymore.

“When are we telling them?” Lialani asked.

“I’m going to say this Saturday because there are no classes so Professor Snape is free. And with little Miss Trouble Maker, even when she’s pregnant, going too, I will be going also,” Albus replied.

“I was a trouble maker?” Lialani knew the innocent act failed when Poppy cried, “You put hot sauce in my coffee! I burned my tongue this morning!”

Lialani started to laugh. “Okay, okay, I admit it. I woke up around four-thirty this morning with a flashback of the joke I played on Lavender Brown a while ago and decided to play a joke on you, Madam Pomfrey.”

“Well, no more, Miss Turowsky,” Poppy said.

“Wait a minute, you played that trick on Lavender?” Hermione asked. “That was so hilarious!”

“No more, Miss Turowsky,” Albus said sternly.

“Yes, Professor,” Lialani responded with a straight face. But Hermione could see that behind her back, her fingers were crossed. “Wait a minute, where’s Professor Snape? It’s Sunday and he would’ve visited by now.”

“How d’you know he would’ve visited you by now?” asked Harry.

“When he was around me before I could sense that he really cared about me. People who really care about you tend to visit you a lot,” Lialani replied.

“You are very perspective, Miss Turowsky. But Professor Snape is taking a well-needed nap right now,” Albus said.

“Oh.” Everyone could tell that Lialani was disappointed. “If anyone happens to see him, can you tell him that I want to talk to him?”

“Yes. But Mr. Potter seems to be fidgeting,” Harry looked up from the bed where he was picking away imaginary lint, “so I would like to discuss what you remembered, Miss Turowsky.”

“About my father?” Lialani was immediately sober.

“No, no, child. About what happened last night,” Albus said gently. He didn’t want to touch upon such a delicate matter just yet.

“Oh, okay.” Lialani breathed a sigh of relief. Then she took a deep breath and retold her story.

Albus listened closely, his usual sparkle-filled eyes grave. Hermione’s breath caught when she heard the part where Draco kept beating Lialani even after she was down even though she already heard the story. Fury boiled inside Ron and Harry as the heard the story again. Tears welled up in Poppy’s eyes and she sniffled at the idea of what the young girl in front of her has been going through.

“He is in a lot of trouble,” Albus stated when the story was over.

“Yeah, he better be. After what he’s done to me he better end up in jail!” Lialani cried indignantly.

“I’ll take care of everything now,” Albus promised and strode away.

However, before he could reach the door, it banged open and Severus stumbled in.

“Albus, he found out that I let Lialani go,” he said coolly, as though the Dark Lord wasn’t pissed at him for betraying him.

“Well, I’ll just have to keep you inside the castle,” Albus responded, fully ready for the outburst he knew he was coming. And it came.

“What?!? You cannot keep me locked up like a caged animal. I have to help with the Order, and the only way I know how is to go undercover. I want to help, I can’t just sit here and do nothing!” Severus ranted.

“You’ll be doing something. I need you to help protect Miss Turowsky. Twice Draco Malfoy has done something to her, one of those things resulted in her amnesia. She will need protection at all times, and I know that she will appreciate you as one of her bodyguards.” Albus hoped that by asking him to give up spying for Lialani he would win him over. His hope was blown away two seconds later.

“I’m sick of her being used as a weapon against me. She does need to be guarded, Albus, I agree with that. But to use her to get to me is disrespectful to both of us,” Severus argued.

“I’m sorry, Severus,” Albus apologized. He looked sincerely sorry.

“I’m sorry too, Albus. I shouldn’t have been so rude. But I believe strongly in what I said.”

“That’s good. Will you help guard her?”

“Of course I will. Would you look at that? She’s awake!” Severus exclaimed and hurried to her side. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel great. I remembered what happened last night,” she replied brightly.

“Wonderful! Can you tell me?” Severus asked, not sure if she was ready.

“Ugh, don’t be overprotective. I can tell you,” Lialani said and began the story.

Severus stood there, stunned. When Lialani was relaying the part where Draco did not stop hitting her after she had fallen, he reached out and took her hand in his. It was trembling slightly. He felt fury rise up in him like a tidal wave towards Lucius and Draco for doing this to her. Lialani looked into his eyes and was actually frightened at the emotions she saw playing in there. First was fury, standing tall and proud, but sadness crept up and stole the spotlight. Fright tackled him down to the ground and lit up Severus’ eyes. Finally, yet importantly, love came and knocked everyone else out so he was the last emotion standing.

“He’ll pay for this. Lucius will pay,” Severus spat, rubbing a small circle on the back of Lialani’s hand with his thumb.

“Don’t risk your life by going out there,” Lialani said softly. “There will be Death Eaters out looking for you.”

“We’ll get him through Draco. Personally, I think he should be expelled for kidnapping her on the school grounds. The beating did not take place here so he cannot get school punishment for that. Will you press charges?” Severus asked her.

“Yes, definitely. He will not get away with either thing. I’m pressing charges for assault with a deadly weapon and kidnapping,” she answered.

“Good. Albus, I think we should go to St. Mungo’s so we can get her checked out,” Severus said and narrowly dodged a hex thrown by Poppy.

“Oh, my records aren’t good enough for you? I’ve gone through all the training doctors have and it’s not good enough for you?” Poppy cried.

“No, no, it’s just that I want her to go to a hospital in case you missed something,” Severus protested.

Poppy looked to the headmaster for support on this one.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Severus, Poppy. A doctor’s signature on all medical documents would really help. We’ll go now,” Albus said. “Lialani, do you think you’re up for it?”

“What about Aglaia? I need to take a shower and do my make-up and get dressed,” Lialani rattled on and on.

“Poppy will take care of Aglaia. Hermione, bring Lialani o tho the dormitories so she can do everything she needs to do,” Albus directed.

Hermione nodded wit with some difficulty, wrenched Lialani’s hand out of Severus’ and pulled her into her feet. Lialani stumbled, but managed to gain her skeptical balance before she landed on her bum.

“Let’s go, Lialani. Let’s see if you recognize anyone on the way up or in the common room,” Hermione chattered gaily as she and Lialani left.

When they got into the hallway, Lialani started to giggle. “That’s where I hit Pansy Parkinson with a tripping spell…Who’s Pansy Parkinson?”

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at Lialani. She remembered the name but not the person. “She’s a Slytherin. She hangs out with Malfoy.”

“Oh. Hey, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor. I’m a Gryffindor,” Lialani stated, standing tall and proud in her little white nightgown that only went down to mid-thigh.

Hermione was starting to feel amazed. Just a simple walk to the common room as bringing things back to Lialani. She never realized that simple things could make such an impression on a person. They were halfway down the hallway when Lialani yelled, “Professor Lupin!”

Remus turned around, surprised. He saw Lialani run towards him, clad in only a white nightie.

“Miss Turowsky, I do not think that that is an appropriate thing to wear in the hallways,” he chuckled and waved his wand. A warm, terrycloth robe appeared and fell on Lialani’s shoulders.

She thanked him, blushing slightly, and pulled the robe around her tighter. She tied the waist sash snugly.

“Why are you out of bed? Shouldn’t you be in the infirmary?” Remus asked worriedly.

“I’m going upstairs to get ready to go to St. Mungo’s,” she replied, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet.

“Wait, you remembered me.” Remus put out an arm to stop her from bounding up the stairs.

“She’s remembering a lot, Professor,” Hermione interjected. “This is about the fifth thing she’s remembered in the past minute and a half.”

“Just from walking down the hallway?”

“Yeah. I guess going around a place she’s been in for like five solid years is bound to have a lot of memories everywhere.”

“Seems like it. Go on up, Miss Turowsky. You don’t want to keep anyone waiting. And please don’t run around in this ever again.” Remus patted her arm as he let go of it.

“Bye, Professor!” Lialani called as she bounded up the steps, Hermione hot in pursuit.

“Bye!” he called back and started back towards where he was going.

“Hermione, I remember how we get into Gryffindor Tower! We say the password and a painting opens up. But what’s the password?” Lialani wondered aloud as they stepped in front of the Fat Lady.

“Hello, dear. Where have you been lately?” the Fat Lady asked.

“Not now. I need to get ready to go to St. Mungo’s,” Lialani answered. “Password, Hermione?”

“Oh, right. Hog’s Head,” Hermione said and the portrait swung open.

They climbed in the portrait hole. Lialani led the way to their dormitories. After fishing around in her trunk for a minute, she extracted a Muggle outfit that was fairly normal.

“At least no skirt,” Hermione giggled.

“What do youn?” n?” Lialani looked confused.

“Never mind. Just get ready,” Hermione responded.

Twenty minutes later, Lialani was freshly showered and dressed in a pair of baby blue “Spongebob Squarepants” pyjama pants and a yellow spaghetti strap tank top. Her hair was pulled up in a simple messy ponytail.

“I’m ready,” she announced. “At least I think.”

“Let’s go back downstairs. They’re probably waiting.” Hermione grabbed her hand and started to pull her to the door.

“Wait, I have to put shoes on. I forget to put them on,” Lialani protested and pulled her hand away. She rummaged around under her bed and stood up with a pair of yellow flip-flops in her hand. After dropping them on the floor and slipping into them, she snatched her lip-gloss off the bedside table and slicked some on.

“Now I’m ready,” she proclaimed.

“Good. Let’s go,” Hermione jumped down the stairs, Lialani following suit.

“Where are they?” Severus muttered, pacing up and down in front of the big wooden doors.

“Right here,” Lialani called from the top of the stairs.

“She heard me from all the up there?” Severus asked, surprised. He looked up, and, to the surprise of everyone around except for Albus, he smiled.

“Her senses are fifty times more powerful than ours, Severus,” Albus replied.

“What are you smiling at, Professor?” Lialani asked as she landed on the floor in front of him after sliding down the banister.

“Your choice of wardrobe. Is that a sponge with a face?”

“Yeah. His name is ‘Spongebob Squarepants’.”

“We’re going to a magical hospital, you did know that?”

“Well, I didn’t, but I had kinda figured that.”

“As long as you had some idea, child,” Albus interrupted. “We need to be going now, Miss Granger, but you will be staying here.”

Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Lialani beat her to it.

“Professor Dumbledore, I want her to come. She’s been by my side since the beginning so why should I cut her out now? Can she please come?” Lialani pleaded.

“Alright, yes, she can come with us,” Albus gave in without a fight, not wanting to waste anymore time.

“Great! So let’s go!” Lialani exclaimed.

They all disappeared through the door, and with a heavy thud, the door closed behind them.

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