AN: Thank you all for sticking with me! It's deeply appreciated.
What do I do with Uncle Severus?
Scorpius wrung his hands while pacing from one end of the couch to the other. It's rude to leave a stupefied body on the ground, but I don't know if Rose would appreciate finding him on her bed. The couch seems like the best place to leave him, though I have no idea if he'd be uncomfortable there. Then again, he may be uncomfortable on the bed. Oh Merlin! How do I ask a stupefied amnesiac where he would feel most comfortable?
Scorpius touched Severus' neck. He counted how many times he felt his uncle's carotid artery bump against his fingers.
The heart rate was still seventy beats per minute.
Scorpius tilted his head towards the ceiling and removed his fingers from Severus' neck. I haven't heard any crashes in the last half hour. That's a good sign, right?
Scorpius leaned on the armrest of the sofa. He glanced back at the doorway. At some point, I need to check on Rose, but knowing her she'll only yell at me for leaving her dad alone. Then again, it isn't like Uncle Severus is going anywhere. Perhaps she would appreciate my help.
The light of an auror's wand flashed in his brain.
No, if I leave Severus alone then there will be no one to protect him if someone attacks. If anything ever happened to Severus, Rose would never forgive me…or herself.
The fireplace erupted.
Sweat trickled down Scorpius' brow. He took a deep breath and stood up.
Scorpius strolled over to the fireplace. "Hello, Aunt Hermione."
"Scorpius?" she asked.
"What are you doing in Rose's quarters?" Hermione asked.
Scorpius inhaled. "She needed me."
"Is she well?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," Scorpius answered. "Rose is doing fine, at least as far as I know."
"That's great to hear," Hermione replied. "Is Severus with her?"
Scorpius shot a look back at the person on floor. "More or less."
"What on earth does that mean?" Hermione replied.
"It uh, means he's with her right now," Scorpius answered.
"Where exactly are they?" Hermione asked.
"Not here," Scorpius answered.
Even in the fireplace, Hermione's glare made him feel ten inches tall.
"What are you not telling me?" Hermione demanded.
"Nothing," Scorpius answered. "I'm withholding no-nothing from you."
"No, something's wrong, and I need to know what it is right now."
"Why would you suspect that anything's wrong?"
"Severus promised to meet me in Brazil two hours ago. I have yet to see any sign of him," her voice grew softer. "I'm worried that something may have happened to him."
"There's no need to worry," Scorpius replied. "He is safe with Rose."
"Why is he with her in the first place?" Hermione asked.
"She had an emergency."
"What kind of emergency?" Hermione demanded. "Does she need me there?"
"No, no, it isn't that kind of emergency."
"Then what is she doing?"
"Rose needed help locating a dragon lily.
"A dragon lily?"
"Yes, a dragon lily," Scorpius answered. "If she didn't find it in a timely manner she wouldn't be able to brew curagripa. When she told Severus about her dilemma he agreed to help her find the plant. Right now they're out looking for it. I'm sure once they find it he'll be off to South America."
"That makes no sense whatsoever," Hermione argued. "Rose knows where to find dragon lily, and is more than capable of collecting it herself. She does not require Severus' aid."
"Perhaps she felt it was dangerous to go alone and retrieve it."
"Dragon lilies are found in Greece or in some of the more exotic greenhouses. There is no danger in collecting one."
"Perhaps she and Severus needed to discuss something along the way."
"That I could somewhat believe," Hermione admitted. "But it still makes no sense. If Severus was going to be delayed, he would have contacted me somehow."
"I wish I could tell you why Severus didn't go to Brazil." Scorpius lowered his head. "I really do."
"This isn't like Severus," Hermione replied. "This isn't like Rose either. Something is wrong, and I demand to know what it is right now."
"I don't know what's wrong," Scorpius answered. "All I know is that Rose and Uncle Severus ran off somewhere, and she asked me to watch Madame Serpent for her."
"How long exactly do they plan to be gone?"
"I wish I knew."
"Is there any way I could enter the dungeons on my own and wait for them?" Hermione asked.
"No," Scorpius answered. "No, no, no, you cannot come in here right now."
"Why not?" Hermione asked.
"Because there are volatile potions being brewed at the moment. The last thing anyone would want is for you to get injured."
"If these potions are so volatile, then why would she allow you in the dungeons?"
"You'll have to ask her when she returns. Right now, I'm only following orders in saying you cannot come in."
"Orders?" Hermione exclaimed. "You mean to tell me that my daughter and her father are searching for a potions ingredient, and they have ordered me not to locate them?"
"I don't understand any of this either," Scorpius admitted.
Hermione's voice grew more forceful with each word. "Severus doesn't behave this way. Even if he was trying to surprise me, he would have told me to wait for him in Brazil. Something is not right, and I need to know what it is."
"I really wish I could help you," Scorpius replied.
"I suppose there's little you can do," Hermione took a shaky breath. "When you next see Severus, please tell him that I'll be in the mansion waiting for him. I'm in no mood to enjoy the beach, at least not at this moment."
Scorpius grinned. "I will be sure to let him know you were looking for him."
The connection died.
Scorpius shook. Aunt Hermione will be out of that mansion within a half hour. She won't rest until she finds Uncles Severus. What do I do if she somehow manages to break in and sees him in this state?
Scorpius stood over Severus. He whispered, "I hope you recover your memory soon. Your wife needs you, and from the looks of things, you need her too."
"Are you going to tell me what's in there yet?"
Ginevra sat up in the bed. The sheet floated down, revealing her bare chest. "Was that what tonight was all about?"
She stroked his hair. "Did you only seduce me in order to gain information about what's inside a pamphlet?"
"You must admit, there are worse reasons to seduce one's wife," Draco replied.
She captured his lips. "I think I can hold onto my secret for a few more weeks."
"Ginevra," he groaned.
Ginevra laughed. "For someone who was less than forthcoming when we met, you certainly do not appreciate anyone holding a secret over you."
Draco gave her a playful pout. Ginevra laughed harder.
The house shook. Down the hall a vase shattered.
Ginevra raced out of bed and threw on her night robe. "Yes, Orion?"
Orion ran into the room and clung to his mother. "Mummy, why is it so loud?"
"I don't know," Ginevra replied.
Draco pulled on a pair of silk night pants and threw on a shirt.
"Come out of there, Malfoy! We know you're in there!"
Draco and Ginevra turned to each other.
"We aren't going to ask again! Come out here now!"
"Orion," Ginevra ordered. "You hide in this closet and do not come out until Mummy and Daddy tell you it's safe. Do you understand?"
Orion whimpered and obeyed.
Draco cast a few concealment and protection spells around the closet. Then he and Ginevra charged down the hallway and out of the mansion.
Ginevra shouted, "What in blue blazes are you doing here?"
Ginevra cocked her head. "Williamson?"
"Shit, Draco's taken a hostage," he shouted.
"Hostage?" Ginevra spat.
"Don't worry Ms. Weasley," Williamson shouted. "We, we'll think of something. You'll be free soon enough."
Ginevra raised an eyebrow. "What exactly am I supposed to be free from?"
"I know you're terrified…"
"Of course I'm terrified!" she shouted. "You're destroying my house. At the very least I'd appreciate an explanation for your behavior!"
A beam of light flew towards Draco. He cast a protego spell before it could hit him. It bounced off his shield and hit the side of the mansion, leaving a smudge mark in its wake.
"Don't fire on him," Williamson ordered. "Draco could use Ginny as a human shield."
"A what?" Draco yelled.
"Listen," Ginny stomped towards them. "I don't know what this is all about, and I don't particularly care. All I want is for you to leave and allow me to get a good night's sleep."
The three aurors beside Williamson took aim at Draco.
"Good," Williamson replied. "Just come over here nice and slow."
Ginevra stopped. "Get the hell off of my lawn."
One of the aurors fired another hex at Draco. Ginevra cast a protego and fired upon her.
"Have you," Williamson's eyes grew huge. "Have you defected to the Dark Lord's side?"
"Defected?" Ginevra exclaimed.
The aurors surrounding Williamson fired upon Draco at once. Although he managed to dodge one beam of light, two other hexes hit his legs. His knees buckled under him.
Ginevra fired a hex onto Williamson's chest. It flung him a few meters away.
Another auror fired upon Draco. He managed to crawl away from the light, but it came at the sacrifice of his front door.
Ginevra's eyes were aflame. She shouted as many stinging hexes as she could name. Draco soon joined her barrage. The aurors fired upon them, though most of their ammunition only hit the mansion.
Together, Draco and Ginevra yelled the name of a curse. The aurors were flung several meters away. Instead of regaining their position, they ran away.
After they were out of sight, Ginevra darted over to Draco.
"What the bloody hell just happened?" Draco asked.
Ginevra stood up and extended her hand. "I don't know, but in the morning, I intend to find out."