Regression

Chapter Nine

Allen's mother, who relationship with her son and Narcissa, was awful for the bad abuse she did to her son. However, Allen's poor health, forced him to make the medical healthy choice and deal with his mother. She had pulled over a small table and had a lot of small objects laid out, and just laid the shot back onto the table. Numbing Narcissa arm around the area Molly had outline with a pen she was gave. "Pressure is normal. Let me know if you fell actually pain. Don't look, it'll just make the anxiety worst." She was plain when she spoke to Narcissa, who just gave her a nod.
"What spell exactly did you use on Draco? I can't-" Molly seen the look Narcissa had and let out a sigh. "It's a combination...One to block the magic, the memories and to de-age him. Understand...I just wanted him protected. It will destroy what's left of him!" She said, very defensively. "I understand, I do, Narcissa. You have to reverse it." She replied and she shook her head. "Am I really suppose to let you or them involved?" Molly let out a sigh. "You involved use the moment you Dropped the four year old, Draco, off on three teenagers. Your cry for help, stop fighting it. You can't handle another attack." Molly said. "Is there something you can do to slow down her bleeding? She'll likely loose-" Molly cut her off. "It's easier to fix after." She didn't at all like that answer, but just continue what she was doing. Digging Deeper and deeper into the woman's arm to find some foreign object. "We can't explain it, Narcissa. Nothing we could say would be logical." Allen pointed out. "Why haven't you just shot him?" His mother finally cut in. "I think he understands Allen could do something, he just isn't sure what." Molly answered. "His answer is to whack Allen in the head?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Whack?" She asked, confused. "I'm not starting over-" His mother started. "Nobody asked you to, mother!" Allen said, pissed off.
Narcissa let out half a cry when the sudden pull of the small object was pulled loose and Allen grabbed her other hand. Stoping her from cupping her arm. "Don't touch it." Allen quickly said as His mother laid the small object down, and started the process of closing and stitching the small area up. "She'll need antibiotics. I just gave her a minor surgery in a very unqualified room." She spoke to Allen. "I'm not about to-" Narcissa bitched. "Take the pill or the shot in the upper ass, I don't care which. Allen's made it clear, quiet, he cares about you. So, I'm not about to let you get some bloody infection over you being skeptical and fearful." She bitched back at the middle aged woman, starting to stich her arm back up. "I'm sure Allen isn't going to let her give you something to harm you Narcissa. She's a healer, even if she her tone is awful." Molly pointed out and Narcissa let out a sigh. "She hasn't had any before." Allen said. "I'll give her a weaker dose, Allen. Just teach her to clean it properly and keep an eye on it the next few days. Her immune system is still strong, even if some parts of her aren't. The likely hood of an infection is actually low, but the odds are higher with how this was done. The fact she's unvaccinated. And had had the crap beaten out of her. If your worried she won't take the pills, I can give her the shot." She said, sounding more like a doctor then annoyed really. "I can hardly get her take Tylenol, mother." Allen admitted. "I don't even take potions, things can easily be done to them." Narcissa pointed out her fear. "I can just give you the shot. Even done in a hospital, they would still require you to take the antibiotics. I can assure you though, I'll even package them myself. I might really dislike you and the shit that comes with you, but you aren't worth my job, Narcissa." After a long pause and a bandage going around her arm. "You'll package them?" She asked quietly. "Yes, I will. Allen can show you to properly clean it." She then gave injected something into the I.V. in her arm. "Anything else?" She asked Molly. "At the moment, no. Just please get the...whatever it is." She grabbed her things and turned back to Narcissa and Allen. "I'll have the prescriptions ready by ten tomorrow. The pharmacy's already closed for the day." Allen gave her a nod. "Thanks." Allen sounded ALMOST thankful. There was just to much history between them.

"Mommy!" Cried the four year old Draco who wiggled off the bed and hurried over to Narcissa who eased down to her knees. A jacket on. Allen's mother didn't want the I.V. removed. Until it was sure she wouldn't pass out or get an infection. She didn't want the children to see it. "I need you to close your eyes, Dragon." Narcissa said, but planted a kiss on the little boys forehead.
Draco screamed out for half a second when his body suddenly grew and he dropped on his side. Danny was woke up by the scream of her brother. "Mum, your awake." She half smiled, to get a smiled back. "Rest, Danny." Narcissa said softly.

Molly and the three teenagers were sitting in the living room, waiting. Little Sue was teaching Arthur to play a game. A game the older man didn't understand, but after the little girl had answered his many many questions, he didn't mind to sit and do something the little girl wanted to do with her new found grandpa. Draco, who was back to his nineteen year old self, stumbled down the last couple of stairs. Draco's body was half numb, grown suddenly, so he misstepped. Running down the steps away form his mother, pissed off.