thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

"At least having them...helped give you a better purpose and made it more fun." Draco said. He felt bad though that now Remus will be confined to that basement where it was going to be harder on him.

At this point, Draco could hear Teddy beginning to fuss. Then he realized how much time had passed since he came downstairs.

Remus glanced to the clock and smiled a little. "Right on time," he said, standing up. He paused, then said quietly, "they gave me back the childhood I wouldn't have had otherwise. For all they did after, good and bad, I owe their younger selves for saving me." His lips thinned before he went to get his son.

Draco found himself a little torn. He had heard what they had done to his godfather and now he had heard what they did for Remus. Did Snape do something to provoke such attacks or was it simply just kids being kids?

He had been a bully as well with the idea that he was better then all of them backing him up. But that attitude had cost him a lot as well. He had no loyal friends. Harry had only saved him because that was something Harry did.

While Remus went to go take care of Teddy, he took the time to shower and change. He stuck to his regular clothes since they were expecting Melinda and then having to stop by his parents later.

Everything would be generally quiet until later that day, just before tea. Then suddenly, there would be a head in the Fire and Remus smiling, telling Melinda to come through.

Melinda Solvens was a strange one. Her hair was long, falling in a silver waterfall down her back, held near the end with a bright purple leather wrap that nearly matched her eyes. Despite her hair color she looked younger, probably about forty, but with her makeup she looked fiercer as well. Her clothing was strange at first, like a Muggle doctor's scrubs, but it melted away into dark grey robes that had hints of purple and held a braid of amythest gems.

Quickly she dusted herself off, letting go of her carpet bag satchel to give a wicked smile towards Remus before hugging him. "Remmy! You look awful- more scars. Are they still treating you like shit here in England? I told you, you need to come back to the U.S. "

Remus staggered a bit before chuckling. "I wouldn't be happier staying there away from home, no more than you'd be here."

"Probably," she agreed, then looked past him to Tonks and her slanted eyes narrowed before she laughed. "It's been too long, you know. Far too long."

....Draco couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when Melinda arrived. Despite all the warnings Remus had left of her...nothing had prepared him for her arrival. Everything seemed to be loud now. The household was already loud from the start.

He could already tell his parents were going to give her a hard time...but judging by the way Melinda was holding herself now...she would give it right back.

She seemed to be very loud in nature and the way she dressed. And that his family was extremely old fashioned...

"Melinda!" Tonks greeted happily as she reached over to hug her old friend. "It really has been too long...but a lot has happened too. You can finally get to see Teddy."

With her free hand she offered her friend some tea and some pastries with it. She held Teddy in her other arm.

"No, no, the wee one first!" Melinda laughed and gently took Teddy, crooning softly to him. Draco might catch how almost immediately, Teddy started to go still and stare up at Melinda, almost in wonder, as she... hummed? Sang, it was hard to tell. It was rather beautiful though...

Then she stopped and Teddy burst out into a giggle, looking entirely pleased.

"None of that on a baby!" Remus said with a shake of his head. "He's too young for it."

"Sorry, Remmy, you know it comes naturally. Oh, Tonks, Remmy, he's perfect..."

So...that was the trick. Draco quietly watched from his chair as she handled Teddy and noted right away how she got him to be calm. Was that how she managed to deal with her patients..at least to calm down then enough so they were on the same level?

"I bet he's going to have silver hair next." Tonks commented as she watched the way Teddy seemed to enjoy Melinda.

"We're not quite sure what to tell the neighbors with how his hair is always changing colors. The other day it was platinum blonde to match Draco's. For the longest time it was cyan before it."

"Oh! He's an metamorphmagus?!" Melinda cried before she laughed. "Who's a special little boy, then?" She tapped him on the nose before her gaze went to Draco. Her eyes were decidedly slanted, yet much larger than those of the East, and that striking color.

"This is the one you mentioned then? Draco..." She studied him before she gave him what suddenly seemed very tender of a smile. "We'll take a look at your father, see what we can do to ease him."

"He got that from me," Tonks replied with a proud smile. "Yes, he's staying with us for the time being."

Draco tensed slightly as she gaze in his direction. He matched her gaze as he tried to gain an understanding of her. She was so different from the witches and wizards he was familiar with.

"Thank you, for coming here to meet with my family," Draco replied and held out his hand to shake hers.

"Don't thank me until I can see if I can do anything, but we'll give it a shot." She took his hand and shook it firmly; her skin felt almost oddly cool to the touch. "Are we heading there tonight or tomorrow?"

"Well I thought that would be ip to you and Draco," Remus said as he took Teddy back. "You're the one who traveled so far."

"Only took a few hours by plane instead of dealing with international magic. Such a pain." But she looked back to Draco. "...what do you think would be easier on your family?"

He gave a small smile, giving her a firm handshake in response.

"Perhaps, tonight will be the best then." Draco responded. He knew that it wouldn't make a difference if they came tonight or tomorrow.

He wasn't sure what to say about his family right now. Or if he should simply let her find out when she met them. He was just glad that someone was going to give them a chance.

"We'll see how we all get on early, then," Melinda said, clearly amused. "Most older gentleman who need my sort of skills aren't terribly happy to need them, so I'm curious how this will go down."

Remus looked almost embarrassed with that because he knew it was most likely to go up in flames. Melinda had always been quite a spark.

"I'd like to talk to Draco alone for a few minutes if your treats can wait, Tonks?" Giving a pointed raised brow to the tea and treats she had been offered earlier. "Want to find out a few things before I go into battle, as it were."

"Certainly. We can deal with business first and then catch up on everything," Tonks replied with a smile. She then picked up Teddy and ushered Remus over to the kitchen allowing Melinda the time she needed.

Draco gave a sheepish smile, unsure of where to even start. "You got one thing correct, my father was against it..but it's getting to the point where my mother and I couldn't help him as we used to.

My parents are extremely difficult people to deal with in general. It's taken a lot of pride for my mother to even accept Remus's offer of possible help. They are very old fashioned in their beliefs and what they do. Only their beliefs is what led to their downfall."

He paused letting Melinda take in the information and then waited for what ever questions she may have in mind.

Melinda took a seat slowly at the kitchen table, digesting this information. After a long silence, she finally nodded. "I've dealt with this type, more than once. Mind, I've never been called by you Brits, and the way of things back home is bound to be different, but I'll give it a go. Maybe someone different might be what this situation needs. If your family can no longer handle it, from what little Remus was able to tell me, it could become increasingly more dangerous until one day, he lashes out. Mental damage is difficult to slow down or stop, never mind heal, but I will do my best for him. Getting his trust... may be something else all together."

"That's going to be the difficult part. Even before all this happened, he trusted very few people. But if you've handled his type before...then you're on better ground.

My father was forced to deal various punishments each day. Each day they got more creative in the ways of pain--physical or mental. It delighted Him. We had to watch it...and it was like watching a cat play with a mouse. And we couldn't do anything...save heal him later only for him to suffer damage again the following day."

He paused here as he tried to block out the unwanted images and steady his own nerves. This had been the first real time he got to talk to anyone about his father. Remus had an idea of what went on and witnessed a scene...but Draco had never given him details.

Melinda's nod was sad, but understanding. "Unfortunately, I've seen similar. His attempt at controlling the world was not limited to the United Kingdom, though I can find no word of one in the States that saw Him personally. I've been called around the world to handle this sort of thing, which I believe is why Remus decided to call me."

"Then you may be the one who can truly help my father." Draco said in a somewhat hopeful tone. There was a slight hesitation before he decided to continue on. He only felt it was fair that she had a full understanding of what his family was like and had done. He found himself fidgeting while he tried to explain to her.

"I do want you to understand that my family's reputation is not what it once was...due to our association with Him. My father was His second in command. We've only been pardoned due to having defected last minute and my mother's actions of lying to Him that saved Harry Potter in the end.

But they are not accepted in the society. They were lucky they weren't sent back to Azkaban. My father had already served a couple of years there.

I'm ashamed to have been involved...and have been trying to redeem myself which is why I'm here. I'm not sure how society will view you once they learn you're helping my family. --Word will eventually spread. But I can understand if you don't want to follow through with this as I know most wouldn't. "

"Luckily, I don't give a damn about what they think of me. No one in the States knows I'm here, and I don't care what the Brits think. What I care about is making someone hurting better. If... he chose to follow Him and saw the errors of his way, then who am I to judge?"

Melinda shrugged, a bit of her hair falling forward. "Thank you for telling me. I can guess the sort of things that were done to him, and some can be undone. What... you must understand is that no matter what, I will not be able to undo it all. He will most likely never completely recover."

"I would be happy with what ever you are able to do to help him. I wasn't expecting to see a full recovery not with what he went through. I just want my family back." Draco replied, relieved to know that she wasn't judging his family.

"I wanted to know...how difficult it would be to do the work that you do. I had thought about possibly wanting to work in your field."

With that, Melinda's brows raised in some surprise. "Into curing the mind, or the wizarding medical field in general? My field is very specific, and out of times of war, the demand can, at times, be limited. I picked up other skills to make certain I wouldn't be without work, though... recent times has proved that perhaps there would be a welcomed addition of more so specific." Voldemort and his kind had done terrible damage across many generations.

"I wanted to focus more on curing the mind, but would like to expand in the medical field. It was something I had been tentatively thinking about, since my mother and I have been taking care of him. With the way things were going, I wasn't sure who would even take me job wise... "

Draco commented looking a little unsure of himself. He found it awkward discussing this considering what he and his family had done in the past.

"Mmm. Stygima because of your family?" Melinda said with no surprise. She shook her head a little. "Let's see how this goes, and depending on how it goes, I'll see what I can do. If the Brits won't help you, I know some of us 'over the pond' that might be willing to take an apprentice."

He gave a nod. It was going to follow him where ever he went. He had never thought of America as an option before.

"Is there anything else that you need to know?" Draco questioned although he believed they covered everything that was needed.

"Two last questions, neither which will be easy. First, has your father failed to recognize you or your mother? And secondly... has he actively lashed out with magic when he is in these moments of paranoia or dementia?" Her gaze and tone was quiet serious.

Draco frowned and there was a long pause before he allowed himself to speak. Remus only knew of the recent episode and not the first one.

"There was at least two times that he didn't recognize us. Once...shortly after the war had ended and we were back at our home.-- Our home been made into His headquarters. I think because now that the war was done there was nothing to distract him from what had went went on there. Now there are no distractions and just reminders... It took my mother to finally get him to finally recognize us. We moved to our summer home after that.

The second time...was just recent when Remus found us at our summer home. Dementors had tried to attack us. Shortly after that...my father was trying to put wards up around our home. Remus and I went to go check on him because it was taking longer then usual. He didn't recognize us and almost used magic. Remus managed to get him to focus again before he did.

Now my mother won't let him have his wand. He was furious with it and they argued about it. He only relented because she was worried about the safety of her family. They constantly argue anymore."

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