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𓆙𝑓𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒𓆙

"She still doesn't know anything, only her name."

I overhear a hospital worker say to her coworker.

They don't know that I'm standing in the hallway. They wouldn't have talked about me if they knew I was here. I clutch onto the emerald necklace as I hide from them.

"At least she remembers her name, right?"

The young coworker asks.

"The only solid memory that she has is her name, yet we can't find any records of her."

The hospital worker says with a sigh.

"What else does she remember?"

The coworker asks, curious himself.

"She only remembers bits and pieces of loose memories."

The worker answers.

"What kind of memories?'

The coworker asks.

"Something about snakes, lemon trees, and the colour green."

The hospital worker answers.

I look down, feeling ashamed that I can't remember anything solid. I look over to my arm that has the words, 'blood traitor' carved into it. I don't know what it means, yet I feel like it has a negative connotation.

"Too bad that his granddaughter is a blood traitor"

A faint voice echoes in my mind.

It is a male voice. I don't know him, or the memory that is attached to the words, yet I feel like it has to mean something.

I give up, I gave up a week ago. The doctors told me that I should be having more flashbacks, that I should be gaining my memory back.

Liars.

Wait, liars.

I rush back to my room, eager to snatch away my notepad that the doctor gave to me. She told me to write things down when I have some flashbacks. The notebook is usually untouched, I feel like i am not suppose to say the things that I faintly recognize.

"I knew that something was off, you didn't think that you could hide something from me did you?"

The previous voice echoes in my brain.

Party, betrayal , and twins.

I write.

Everything that I see, hear, or smell reminds me of him. I don't know who, yet I feel like I should. His voice is the only thing that I know for sure.

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Draco blankly gazes at the wall as he thinks of her. He feel like she is somewhere out there, he just can. Every night since her disappearance, he always dreamed of her. He dreamed the way they would waltz through a ball room, how she would smile at him softly. He dreamed about the way she looked back at him and laughed at his words.

His dreams were not always so peaceful though. Many of his dreams consisted of running after her, and it always ended with her slipping away like the wind. He woke up in sweat and tears every time, it was pure torture.

The first couple of weeks were the lost brutal. The days consisted of him knocking anything down while crying for her. He was in hysteria, well... he still kind of is, just less destructive. He's now more calm, but he is just as hurt during the first couple of weeks.

"Where are you, Celeste?"

He asks, as if she would pop into his room and say, "I'm here."

He clutches onto her emerald necklace, the only item that he has that was so close to her that day.

He stands up, as if an idea pops into his head. He always had the conspiracy that she was out in the muggle world, the only place that doesn't know her existence. He took himself back to the day when Celeste's grandfather got sent to Azkaban. The riddle that the cruel, vile, old mad gave to the press repeats on loop whenever he thinks of her.

"She is wiped blank in a world that she belongs."

He whispers, repeating the riddle that her grandfather said.

"She is wiped blank in a world that she belongs."

He says again, trying to dissect the meaning.

He stares at his dorm wall. He doesn't know why he came back to Hogwarts, he didn't really need to. He planned to run away, like how Celeste had mentioned months ago. He wanted to take all of the money that he has and create a new life, but he knew that he couldn't do it without Celeste. It wouldn't have meaning to it, so he thought. Perhaps he returned to Hogwarts because his dorm is where Celeste was most of the time. He can still smell her perfume, it is faint, but it is still there like a ghost.

It all make sense to him now. Celeste's grandfather believed that blood traitors were the equivalent to muggles, therefore Celeste is seen as someone who belongs in the muggle world by her grandfather. He paces around his room as he dives deep, thinking.

"Wiped blank."

He repeats.

"She was obliviated."

He says, finally hitting the epiphany.

He rushes from his dorm, shoving the students that are in the halls as he runs through. He bumps into Blaise, but he doesn't realize it until Blaise grabs his upper arm with concern.

"Draco, what's going on?"

Blaise asks.

"Celeste, she was obliviated and is in the muggle world. I need to go there, I need to find her."

Draco expresses, rush and eagerness poking through his words.
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