Different Paths in Life: Silvia Stone One Shots

Oblivious of the Past

" How long will you be gone?" Silvia asked her fiancé of almost a month.

" Just a few weeks, Sil," Draco picked up his brief case and pecked her on the lips. " I promise I'll be safe," he reassured like he always did.

It had been three years and a few months since the Second Wizarding War ended, but since then Silvia and Draco had bought a mansion of their own in a quiet wooded neighborhood. Along with this, they had also been granted jobs at the Ministry of Magic, which helped take their minds off of mourning the Fallen Fifty.

" I know... I'll miss you," she kissed him back.

" I'll miss you more," he nodded and backed away from her arms.

Draco opened up the door allowing his gaze to stay upon his beautiful fiancé until he turned, letting the door shut, and apparated when he walked out of the protective wards.

***

The week passed slowly. Just like how they usually did once Draco leaves her. Silvia spent most of the time cleaning, reading old Hogwarts books, or listening to radio broadcasts and songs. More recently, Silvia had developed the habit of pulling all nighters on the living room couch merely sipping on spiked coffee to keep her awake.

Silvia was just dusting off the library shelves one day at the end of the first week when she was rudely interrupted by banging against the front door.

" I'm coming!" She shouted as she ran down the hall and almost tripping over the last step of the staircase.

She opened the door and chuckled. " Hermione, way to give me a heart attack. You know your always welcome to use-"

" Silvia the boys were reported at St Mungo's, we have to leave. Now!" Hermione cut her off. Silvia's eyes widened.

" What?!"

" We have to go, come on!" The dirty blonde haired women pulled her through the breezeway. It was a sweltering August day but that didn't stop anyone- especially wizards and witches- from doing anything.

They let the door shut on it's own as the two ran out of the wards and side-by-side apparated.

***

" Your saying he w-won't remember... Anything?" Silvia asked the healer as they stood outside Draco's private room, she was forcing back tears so she wouldn't let her guard down in public. The healer had told her that out of Ron, Harry, and Draco, Draco was the only one who landed himself with a mental injury.

" Miss Stone, he may remember something or someone that was important to him," she replied with a hopeful tone but a small sad smile. Silvia nodded as she turned away and slowly opened the door.

Draco's eyes were closed, his pale body laying flat on the gurney. If it weren't for the monitors above him and the steady movement of his chest rising and falling, Silvia would think he was gone.

" Draco," Silvia approached him and gently sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on top of his.

His blue stormy eyes flashed opened and he looked around, eyes wide like a curious baby.

" Draco," she spoke again. This time he looked at her, but wasn't expecting his expression.

The loving affectionate look he usually gave her was gone. Being replaced with eyes of emptiness, confusion, and possibly a slight glance of recognition.