hisdarkmark | Thirty-Ninth Hex

Thirty-Ninth Hex - [Written]

[As usual, Draco has once again gone and made himself scarce from a majority of the village as he works out more of his inner dilemmas. First and foremost, there's Hermione. She's most definitely, definitely not the same Hermione and it's freaking him out.

Secondly, he's officially given up on searching for Caroline Forbes. After running into other vampires...it's safe to say the blonde will never show up again.

And thirdly...? Even with his power, even with his abilities to turn into a coyote or produce patronuses or blow things up, he's finding it isn't enough to make him happy.

Recently he's returned from a mission, but he couldn't help but constantly think about the last experiment. He'd been convinced he was someone else, and he had absolutely no memories of who he really was...and it was nice. He was able to function like a normal human being again. Normally, he would make an elaborate announcement about his return, but this time...well, he's already pieced together what's happened in the village, and he's not sorry he's missed the tornado. No, instead he's entirely focused on what he's determined to find out. When he opens his journal, he's only got one sentence he'd like to share.]

What do you reckon it takes to bargain with our captors to permanently erase memories? Just curious.

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[Sadly that isn't going to work.]

Very specific. [But if she's listening, she'll hear him moving to stand.] All right, I'll be there in five seconds.

[Showoff.]

First floor. I'll go get the door.

[And so she does, moving to open the door to her apartment.]

Got it.

[And he shuts the journal, though Molly will soon here the loud crack! of Apparition. He steps into the building, glancing around to see which door will open.]

[And opening the door, there he is in the hall.]

Hey. Over here.

[He's quiet as he walks over, barely taking in the surroundings before approaching Molly's door.]

Hey. Fast enough?

You're an insufferable show-off, and you know it.

[Molly grumbled, and stepped back away from the door. Even with the lack of threshold, it was only polite to say:]

Come in.

[In her world, if she hadn't invited him and he'd entered anyway, he'd have left most of his power on the other side of the door. She wondered if he remembered that. She wondered if he remembered... exactly why she'd been brought before the White Council.

That, at least, she'd have to ask him. If they were going to talk about this at all.]

And yet you tolerate me anyway. What does that say about you? [He gives her a wry sort of grin before taking her invite and stepping inside. If she asked, he'd say that yes he does remember, if only because it's very similar to the situation with his last girlfriend. Caroline couldn't enter places without an invite lest she be rendered useless.]

So. I suppose this means that what you have to say is really something you hate. A lot.

Possibly that I'm worried about both our mental health.

[She muttered it and then shut the door behind him. Molly's apartment was neat, with brightly colored accents against the white, with a place for everything and everything in its place.]

It's something that's private. You don't just talk about these things over an open network, Draco, unless you're trying to invite people to take a chomp out of your brain.

[He can't help but blink at the decor, taking in his surrounding if only because he's going to be careful how he handles this. It's much, much harder to navigate conversations when he has to look people in the face.]

Maybe I am. Doesn't seem like anyone will be taking me up on that offer anytime soon.

Protip: Most things that want to eat your brains are bad for you.

[She walked over to her third hot pot in the past two months.]

You want some tea?

There's good in everything, or so I've been told. [Difficult as always. But he slowly nods in response to the question.]

Sure, I guess. And then we'll get to the point?

I'm a wizard. [She poured the water into the hot pot.] I can multitask.

[Molly glanced over her shoulder, her eyes grave despite her tone.]

What do you remember about the charge that brought me up before the White Council?

I've met plenty of wizards who can't say the same, Carpenter. Just remember that.

...the memories are hazy. [No they're not. He remembers everything.] But, if I recall, you were brought before the Council because you broke one of the seven laws...[...oh, he gets where this is going.] Specifically mind alteration.

[4. Thou shalt not enthrall another.]

Got it in one.

[She looked down.]

It's dark magic, Draco - messing with the free will of another sentient being. It leaves a stain.

What if it's something that I'm willingly asking for? Dark magic isn't exactly new to me, as I'm sure you've gathered by now.

The removal of memories isn't the same thing as enthrallment. And technically, if it's something you're willing to undergo, it's not an invasion of your mind.

[So it wouldn't be breaking any of the Laws.]

But it's still a bad idea.

[Her hot pot whistled, and she poured them both some tea.]

...did I ever really get an answer as to why you did it in the first place? The enthrallment. You certainly knew it was breaking one of the laws, didn't you?

[She jerks a little at that, momentarily thrown off the point she was building to.] No, I didn't. I'd never heard of the Laws. If I had, if I'd known, I never would have done it.

[Hmm. Give him a few moments of silence before then--]

Really. Even if it would have benefitted everyone, you still wouldn't have done it had you known it was illegal?

It's not about legality, although the death sentence that follows when caught is a pretty strong deterrent. [She has to drop her gaze.] It's about what it did to them.

[What it did to me.]

...suppose I should find myself lucky this isn't the same then and that I'm willing to face the consequences. [He waves a hand to gesture her back toward the kettle. Go on, keep going.] It was really that bad...no exaggeration?

...they said they might recover. Someday.

[She makes herself move, bring the tea over to him.]

I don't think anything will change what it did to me.

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...would you consider that something you'd want to erase from your memories? [A small nod once the tea's set down, but otherwise he's keeping close watch on her.]

[Molly shook her head and glanced back up at him.]

It wouldn't help. It might even hurt.

Why?

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