Buried History

Chapter 5 Coincidence? I Think Not.

"Oh, dearie. You're leg is bending the wrong way. Nothing I can't fix though." Madam Pomfret said to Eliza with a smile.

"I'm not worried." She replied.

"Good thing Severus came along. I don't know how you would have gotten here, otherwise. How did you get to her anyway?" The nurse asked.

"We were walking back from the Quidditch game and we heard a commotion. When we went to check, Miss Blackburn had been pushed into the water and. Professor Barron jumped in to save her." Severus answered.

The dark haired witch scoffed. "I didn't save her. I just made sure she didn't drown. I merely pulled her out."

"Sweetie, you sacrificed yourself for her." The Healer said.

Eliza shrugged. "If you say so. Where is she anyway?"

"Over here." Madam Pomfrey pulled away the curtain beside her bed and Annalise came into view.

She was fast asleep. Her long blonde hair now dry, hung down the side of the bed. Her long lashes fluttered occasionally as she slept. Her pale complexion making her look like a porcelain doll was slightly tanned from the summer.

Her breathing was slow, her chest rose and fell. There was bandage around her torso, visible through her thin, pale blue nightgown.

By her side, Garrett sat in a chair and held her hand. He stroked her hair gently as he watched her sleep.

Madam Pomfrey closed the curtain, before tending to Eliza again.

"What's wrong?" She asked when she saw a tear roll down Eliza's face.

"Nothing. It just seems so familiar. It's like a replica of a scene from 20 years ago." The teacher answered.

Madam Pomfrey nodded. She was the only one apart from Dumbledore who knew what had taken place all those years ago.

"I understand, my dear." She said sadly, brushing back the younger woman's dark curls.

"Oh, Madam Pomfrey! It hurts so much. Why does it have to be this way?" Eliza said, tears streaming down her face.

The elder witch handed her a tissue.

"Severus, can you get some Dittany please? We need to clean up her scratches." The nurse asked.

Severus, having no clue what was going on, agreed and left.

"Dry your tears, girlie. It's not for forever. He'll remember. I know he will."

She took the handkerchief from her slightly wrinkled hand. "But, I love him. He was supposed to remember by now. He was supposed to remember when we met again. Every day I hope it'll be the day he remembers, but it never is."

"Calm down. It will happen. I am positive." She said, trying to comfort the upset woman.

"He said I was beautiful. He said I was beautiful and that he cared for me more than he should. Then, a memory came back to him, but he couldn't remember where it came from." She said, gripping the woman's hand.

"See? He's already coming around." The nurse said softly.

He then walked back into the room and handed Madam Pomfrey the Dittany.

"Are you alright?" He asked her.

She nodded. "Better now." She answered. "Yikes! That burns!" She said, turning to face the nurse

"Sorry." The nurse shrugged.

After about an hour and a half, Eliza was free to go.

"How's your knee?" Severus asked.