His Half Blood Princess 2

When The Heart Cannot Remember

"May I ask who you are?"

There it was. That question every one of them tried to make her avoid.

The witch's eyes widened in shock and her feet had a mind of it's own as it backed away. 

It felt strange... like she knew this was going to happen. She was sweating as if the temperature dropped all of a sudden while her mind was pounding in a head ache. It felt painful, actually. Was it just her or was she sick? Then she was starting to feel light-headed all of a sudden. It'll probably hurt later, but now... she just couldn't think of the right reply. Nada. None. 

This was all going away right?

"I-I... Sorry, say that again for me?" she stuttered. 

Severus sighed and rolled his eyes. "I do not wish to be rude, miss, but I request of introducing yourself before hugging a man in a smelly hospital bed. You know what, don't even hug the man at all."

...

"... Scarlet, we really did try and ask him but he doesn't-"

"What? Is she so important that I need to know who she is? Do you call yourself a celebrity?" Severus spat, partially to the rest of the staff and to Scarlet that everyone was ready to slap him across the face. 

Scarlet's mouth was now open in shock. Did... he just been rude to her? 'Of course he did, idiot.' a voice in her head snapped back. If he knew who she was and what she was to him, she would've shoved him off that bed within a second. But for now, she was too distracted of the thought... that he couldn't remember who she was. 

"He has amnesia doesn't he." she whispered to them yet Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "No, love, he has-... He doesn't have any amnesia, Scarlet. Actually, to start it all off, he isn't even sick." the medical witch quickly pulled her into another bed section then closed the curtains as McGonagall followed without being invited so. 

"Severus didn't show many of the aftermaths of being unconscious and I've noticed that his head didn't suffer as much as a normal human would, especially for being quite immune to dangers like this," she turned to McGonagall and picked up a folder before flipping through it's papers, "How he forgot you is something I've been trying to figure out. If it were Obliviate, then I would've known, but it wasn't. It was foreign magic I've never come across in my life."

"Do you know what could've done this, Scarlet?" asked McGonagall. She looked with concern towards her, but Scarlet only shut her eyes tightly and shook her head. It's as if she were about to burst into tears. "I... I don't. A-And I'm scared what could've happened worse..."

"Shush, it's alright." the two women patted her back and calmed her down. "We'll talk to him-"

"Oh, um, yes... about that, Minerva." Pomfrey interrupted with a worried expression. "We can't."

... "What?!"