Title: The Trouble With Amnesia

 

Summary: Ginny’s gone MIA in the final battle, leading everyone to believe that she died in the line of duty, but what they don’t know is that she just has amnesia and is living amongst the muggles as an FBI Agent. A knock to the head, pushed into a world she had trouble adjusting to (always feeling like she didn’t belong), couldn’t figure out why she had this amazing fighting ability, add seven years and this is what happens.

 

 

Rating: NC-17

 

 

Warning/Note: This story is probably overly Americanized (meaning I don’t know how the law works in Britain or if they even have FBI Agents), I’m pretty sure I got a lot of the American version wrong too, but I had fun with this story even if the information isn’t actually accurate-I really didn’t have time to do research on the topic either, but it was a plot bunny that had to be pushed out.

 

 

Also, it’s supposed to be a one-shot PWP, but it got so long that I divided it into two parts (not two chapters!) I won’t be posting this anywhere else but here, so don’t get irritated at the mistakes and so forth. I post chapters (when I do) as is! Hope you all like it.

 

 

 

 

 

She’d been on this murder case for about a week now when this strange information managed to drop into her lap. She glanced over the papers once again. If she’d been reading it right, which she bloody well was sure she’d been doing right, it seemed to be access into another world. Ginny, being the skeptic, hardly believed that a few knocks could open up a brick wall, though she’d had a few ideas of what could knock the damn thing down.

 

 

 

She growled and leaned her elbows up against her desk, rubbing her temples when a gentle rapping on her office door caused her to pause. “Come in.”

 

 

 

“How’s that new information helping?” Her partner, Alex Manning, asked as he hobbled into the tiny room, filled with papers and books, with the aroma of freshly brewed Irish Cream Coffee.

 

 

 

Ginny smiled at him and tried to hold down the guilt that had overlapped her almost instantly. Against her better judgment, Ginny had gone with her gut on their last case-it’s why some people thought she was the best at her job, why others thought she was the worst; it’s why no one had been brave enough, except Alex, to be her partner. She was very passionate about her work and when her gut was telling her something, she usually did it.

 

 

 

She’d been right about where the murderer slash drug dealer was headed, to the airport in the middle of the night where a private jet was scheduled to land. Ginny had busted through, without waiting for back up—she had clearly stated in her review that if she hadn’t they would have escaped, which only Alex, of all people, seemed to understand. What any sane person would have seen was that Ginny had had some semblance of control over the operation. They had all seemed to stare at her as if they couldn’t believe some measly ‘girl’ had found them out and then Alex came out of nowhere, giving enough time for the drug lord to aim and shoot his gun at Ginny. Alex had taken a bullet for her and she would always be in his debt.

 

 

 

“It’s not helping. I just find it extremely hard to believe,” she said, getting irritated and throwing the papers down.

 

 

 

Alex chuckled. “I know what you mean. I read my copy and I had to go over it ten times to understand it. I’m still not sure if I completely believe it. If it is true then it’s got to be magic, it has to be. How else could a girl of eighteen die? In the autopsy her heart was fine and there were no marks on her or blood loss. She just up and died. Did someone really think we would just take that as is?”

 

 

 

 

“Or maybe they were just good enough to get away with it?” Ginny wondered out loud, and then quickly shook her head. “Why in the hell do we always get the weird cases?” Ginny almost growled.

 

 

 

 

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”

 

 

 

 

Ginny shook her head, knowing perfectly well why they got the weird-or weirder cases. Not only were they the FBI, but also Ginny and Alex seemed to have a knack for solving paranormal cases, even if Ginny had trouble believing it. Alex always believed. They were like the Fox Mulder and Dana Scully of the “real world”. Ginny shivered as she remembered some of the things they had to do-if things ever got that creepy, she’d go back to being just a regular officer. It wasn’t as if it was easy being one though.

 

 

 

I mean busting a criminal and watching him walk free, not being able to do anything, was the worst deal as an officer. At least with the FBI you have more of an advantage-more power swaying over you, more of an advantage of getting the blood bastard where he belongs, behind bars.

 

 

 

“We should go check it out tomorrow. It’s been a long day,” Alex sighed, leaning up against the off white wall of her office.

 

 

 

A piece of his black hair falling over his oak green eyes caused Ginny to shiver, even though she’d gotten over her ‘very adult’ crush on him. She had always labeled it ‘very adult’ because crushes seemed juvenile. To just up and say ‘I have a crush’ seemed odd. She had always seemed to go for guys with black hair and green eyes. Perhaps if she ever got her memory back she’d remember why she had that obsession.

 

 

 

She’d been found wandering the streets of London, at the age of sixteen. She’d been dirty, her clothes ripped, blood coming from every part of her body, when an officer had picked her up. She had been Ginny’s first inclination of what it cost to do the job. Officer Kelly Jackson had saved Ginny from the streets, but more importantly from herself. It was as if when Kelly had picked her up she’d made a connection so deep with Ginny that she wouldn’t let her hand go when Kelly had brought her in. That was the first step for Kelly as well, even though Ginny hadn’t known it. So Kelly did the questioning accepting that every answer was followed by an ‘I don’t know’. When Ginny had seen the tears in Kelly’s eyes it was as if she knew what was coming next.

 

 

 

Kelly had officially adopted her a year later, against the wishes of the bureau; even after the doctors’ report had come back, confirming what everyone already knew, that Ginny had a severe case of amnesia. The doctor had said she hadn’t even had a fifty/fifty percent chance of remembering anything. He’d said it was more twenty/fifty since I couldn’t remember anything. No schooling, nothing.  The only reason they’d known her name was because of a gold tiny necklace around her neck and a ball with wings right next to it. They’d not been able to trace her necklace to any part of her background or heritage. So Kelly had called her Ginny Jackson.

 

 

 

Three years later, under going all types of medical therapy had gone to waste when Kelly had been shot. She hadn’t even been on duty; she’d just been getting a few snacks. A man, who’d caught sight of her badge, freaked and pulled out a gun, killing Kelly instantly. It turned out that the man had come to the little convenient store to rob it. Ginny, who still couldn’t remember anything past that day Kelly had found her on the streets, had gone into a melt down.

 

 

 

Kelly had been the best officer on the force, who’d just been promoted and a measly robber managed to gun her down because she’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. That was when Ginny decided to become an officer instead of a lawyer, which was what she’d been going to school for at the time. Everyone had thought she’d go in the opposite direction of the law. Everyone had been surprised that that had been what Ginny had wanted to do; not only because of what happened, but because of how long she’d had to study to get to that academic level. Having amnesia forced Ginny to relearn everything she’d forgotten, but it had turned out that Ginny was a quick study, an intelligence test informing them that she was one point away from being a genius. Ginny had found that she’d liked researching and studying, so it had taken her no time getting up to the level a sixteen year old should be on. All the same, it had still been difficult psychologically to her, but she managed to get past it.

 

 

 

“Gin? Did I lose you? Ginny?”

 

 

 

Ginny paused and then shook her head. “Sorry, I was thinking about my mum.”

 

 

Alex frowned. “Ginny, there was nothing you could have done.”

 

 

 

“I know I just-I should’ve been there. If I hadn’t been sick I would have been there.”

 

 

 

“And then you would have died with her.”

 

 

 

Ginny nodded, knowing that it would have been a possibility.

 

 

 

“I think I’m going to call it a night.”

 

 

 

Ginny silently prayed that once his gunshot wound healed he would have a permanent limp. “Okay-I’m going to stay, look over the files a bit more, maybe scope out this ‘Leaky Cauldron’ place.”

 

 

 

Alex turned swiftly around, anger showing on his face. “No! Not without me Gin. Promise me you won’t go there!” Alex said his voice rising slightly.

 

 

 

“Alright, alright, don’t get crazy,” Ginny chuckled.

 

 

 

“Don’t laugh! You know what happens when you act irrationally!”

 

 

 

Ginny’s smile wiped off her face and she bowed her head. Even though it had hurt with what he said, even though it was true, Ginny knew she’d still go and she knew it was better to not argue with him. “Yeah, I know. Someone gets shot. Alex I promise, I won’t go.”

 

 

 

“Good, I’ll talk to you later,” he muttered slamming the door behind him.

 

 

 

Ginny jolted from the loud bang, shaking her head. She sighed and started looking through the papers of the case, hoping something would jump out at her.

 

 

 

An hour later she got up, going to get some coffee.

 

 

 

Two hours later, someone hollering goodnight jolted her awake. She glanced down at her watch finding that it was only ten o’clock. “Is it some type of holiday I don’t know about?” Ginny asked herself, rubbing her eyes.

 

 

 

Usually almost everyone was here until one in the morning, if they were lucky twelve. Even taking into consideration they hadn’t as many cases. She shook her head, glanced down, and jolted with surprise as a name popped out of the piece of paper she’d drooled slightly on.

 

 

 

Charlie Weasley.

 

 

 

Boy did that name sound familiar, Ginny thought as she read what his involvement with the case had been.

 

 

 

 

He’d been the one to find the dead girl. Everyone had assumed he’d been the killer, until a friend time lined his whereabouts and a police officer confirmed what the friend said after checking with the cruise ship he supposedly was on. He’d been on the cruise and had just returned to London the night after the incident. The girls body had been found on the side of a bar called The Leaky Cauldron.

 

 

 

The Leaky Cauldron was a bar for ruffians, or so Ginny had been told. She’d never been one for the bar scene and to this day was totally virgin to alcohol—as well as other things. Ginny sighed knowing that if she’d just loosen up a little she could meet someone. It scared her because she didn’t want to die alone—or a virgin. A twenty-nine year old virgin sounded stranger than her damn case.

 

 

 

Ginny snorted and stood up, putting her gun on over her black, long-sleeved tuxedo shirt, that was tucked in tightly to her stretchy black slacks, making the shirt look like a second skin. She grabbed her wallet and placed it into her back pocket. She pushed the papers into the tan folder and clutched it to her chest as she walked out of her office in the direction of the elevator.

 

 

 

“Leavin’ Gin?”

 

 

 

Ginny turned and smiled at Claire, who’d been one of the first friends Ginny had made when she was transferred to this vicinity. “Hey Claire! I’m gonna go check out this place I found in the files.”

 

 

 

Claire frowned. “Didn’t I hear Alex yelling at you not to go by yourself?”

 

 

 

“I’m getting a drink,” Ginny said quickly, trying to evade any more questions.

 

 

 

“In all the years that I’ve known you I’ve yet to see you drink.”

 

 

 

Ginny sighed. “It’s a new thing I’m trying.”

 

 

 

“Hey look, I know I can’t stop you. Just bring this with you,” Claire said, handing Ginny her cell phone.

 

 

 

“Ugh. Claire, I hate these things,” Ginny groaned.

 

 

 

“I know, but at least I’ll know that you’re okay. I want you to call right when you get there and right when you leave. Understand? If you don’t I might just have to pull rank on you here and now.”

 

 

 

Ginny took the phone.

 

 

 

****

 

 

 

Well, it most definitely wasn’t the cleanest place she’d ever been too. A lot of the people that were in it seemed dirty as if they’d just finished cleaning a fireplace.

 

 

 

Ginny sauntered up to the bar and sat on a stool next to a woman who seemed to be inhaling, drink after drink, more than she could handle. “May I have a water please?”

 

 

 

The man behind the bar stared. “If you want a water, you’ll have to go into the food area. We only serve alcohol at the bar.”

 

 

 

Ginny frowned. The ‘unknown source’ had claimed that the brick wall would be around this area, not in the dining area. She really wasn’t that thirsty anyhow. “I’m fine then.”

 

 

 

“You can’t sit here if you aren’t going to be drinking.”

 

 

 

Ginny grunted, trying to keep her cool. She flipped her long layered red hair behind her shoulders and clicked her jaw. “Fine,” she took a glance up at what they served, “Gimme of Fire Whiskey then,” she growled, fully intending just to fiddle with the rim of the cup.

 

 

 

“You don’t seem like the type to drink. Are you sure want a Fire Whiskey? You’ll be plastered faster than you can say ‘Diagon Alley’,” the bartender warned.

 

 

 

Diagon Alley, Ginny wondered, the pang of familiarity hitting her once again.

 

 

 

And then it hit her. She would never be able to find the brick wall without raising suspicions, but if she pretended to be drunk, she could pretend to be lost, however she’d have to drink. It needed to look real.

 

 

 

Bugger all!

 

 

 

The bartender placed the glace of Fire Whiskey in front of her and Ginny took a sip before thinking about it. She choked almost instantly, sputtering at the foul taste.

 

 

 

“Careful there, maam. I told you it was strong.”

                       

 

 

There was no way she could drink this, she thought to herself searching for a bathroom sign. When she found it she slowly stood up.

 

 

 

 

“Hey! Money would be nice,” the bartender called.

 

 

 

 

Ginny paused. “Oh right, sorry!” She smiled sheepishly, going for innocence, as she pulled out some coins and paid him.

 

 

 

 

She headed towards the bathroom, fully intending to pour the contents of her glass into the stall. Luckily no one had been in there so she didn’t have to mask the sound of it being poured. Ginny quickly walked up to the mirror, mussed her hair a little, and swayed out of the bathroom.

 

 

 

 

Doing what she wanted to do to begin with she collided almost automatically with someone twice her size. She forced herself to sway and leaned her hand up against the wall. “Whoa, I am so smashed,” she laughed, remembering the way a drunk hooker had sounded when Ginny had been trying to solve another murder case that had to do with prostituting women. “I only had one Fire Whiskey.”

 

 

 

 

The older man chuckled. “That’ll do it to you lass. Every time.”

 

 

 

“I’m afraid I can’t remember how to get home,” she sighed, tripping off the wall to clutch the mans arms desperately. “Could you get me to Diagon Alley?”

 

 

 

The man raised an eyebrow. “I thought I saw you come in through the front door.”

 

 

 

Ginny paused keeping her panic at bay. “I was shopping.”

 

 

 

“Muggle shopping eh?” The man shook his head. “Did you find anything of use?”

 

 

 

Ginny paused noting the distaste the man had for the word ‘muggle’. “No, you know how those muggles are,” she said, not only trying to slur her words together, but to add distaste to the world the man seemed to dislike so much.

 

 

 

“That I do,” he smiled. “Come on,” he said pulling her to a door.

 

 

 

When he opened it, Ginny tried desperately to keep her face looking as if she were about to get sick, but the truth of the matter was, was that this man just cut her search down in half. He’d brought her to the wall in the picture that had also been in the files. Ginny had just taken a giant leap over those tiny steps she usually hated.

 

 

 

She cautiously smiled, commending herself. “Thank you.”

 

 

 

“I supposed you don’t remember how to open it eh?” The guy asked, pushing his graying hair out of his eyes.

 

 

 

Ginny shook her head. “No I remember,” she stated and went in what she hoped was completely the wrong direction.

 

 

 

“Wrong way,” he chuckled.

 

 

 

Ginny turned back to him, trying to manage a sheepish look. “I’m sorry. I guess I don’t. I’m not much of a drinker.”

 

 

 

“‘S alright,” he said walking straight ahead only to knock on the bricks, forming a pattern that Ginny filed into her mind.

 

 

 

“There go love,” the man smiled.

 

 

 

Ginny found it hard to keep a straight face when the bricks of the wall started pulling back. She’d been in a few plays in school, but that was about as far as her acting skills had gone. She wasn’t exactly a professional when it came to acting. If she remembered right her drama teacher had said something along the lines of ‘she’s as good as a scared rabbit’. Stage fright had been a huge downfall for her, but over the years of being an FBI Agent she kind of got used to some form of acting with all the undercover jobs she’d done.

 

 

 

“Thank you,” she whispered stepping through, only to yelp as the bricks shut almost immediately. She only hoped that the same knocking pattern could be used not only to get in, but to get out as well.

 

 

 

She smacked her hands against her thighs and sighed, taking in the almost empty streets. “Well, here goes nothing.”

 

 

 

****

 

 

 

She was in a place called Knockturn Alley, or at least that’s what the sign said. A place in which she could only assume was the bad part of town by the looks of it. It was slightly more crowded in this area than it had been when she’d entered the wall.  Where the people had been friendly in Diagon Alley, they just glared and pushed in Knocturn Alley.

 

 

 

And wouldn’t you know it, just as she turned the corner, headed in towards an alley she heard a scream. Within an instant she saw a man covering a woman’s mouth, telling her she’d better shut-up-that she’d better stop following him.

 

 

 

“HEY!” Ginny cried out, letting her gut do her thinking once again. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked almost calmly walking forward. The man with platinum slicked back blond hair turned.

 

 

 

“I don’t have time for this,” he growled. “If you don’t stop following me and blacking mailing me for money we’re going to have a problem,” he mumbled to the girl and turned going the opposite direction that Ginny was in.

 

 

 

At first she was surprised. Had it only been a girl following a guy, who’d most likely gotten her pregnant, trying to blackmail him? No, because when the girl turned to look her, she’d gasped. “Ginny Weasley?” the brown haired girl whispered.

 

 

 

It was then Ginny saw the girls face. She’d been horribly beaten. Ginny hated men who thought they were above woman.

 

 

 

“FREEZE!” She yelled, quickly reaching for her gun.

 

 

 

The man paused and turned halfway. “Are you speaking to me?”

 

 

 

“Gee, no shit you stupid fuck. I despise men like you, men who think they can get away with beating their girlfriends. You’re disgusting,” Ginny spat.

 

 

 

He paused. “What? I didn’t do that—bullocks. I have work to do,” he said and turned to walk away once again.

 

 

 

“I said freeze!” Ginny yelled, but when he made no move to do so she ran after him.

 

 

 

The beaten girls barley audible gasp escaped as Ginny leapt in the air and dropped kicked the assaulter in the back. He pitched forward and slammed to the ground.

 

 

 

“What the bloody hell—” he started, but was cut off as Ginny smashed her foot onto his back, keeping him in place.

 

 

 

“Do you need a damn dictionary? Freeze means stop you arsehole!”

 

 

 

“Do you have any idea who I am?” he growled out.

 

 

 

“This is me not caring,” she growled as she put more pressure on him.

 

 

 

“Weasley! He really didn’t do this to me-I-I got in a fight with someone. A girl someone,” the battered girl informed walking towards them.

 

 

 

Ginny turned. “Sweetie, you don’t have to stick up for this vile excuse of a man.”

 

 

 

“Really, he didn’t do it. Do you have any idea how many people are looking for you? They’ve been looking for years, I mean with your father being Minister of Magic. He said he wouldn’t stop until they found a body. Do you have any clue?”

 

 

 

Ginny slowly, cautiously took her foot of the mans back. He swiftly stood up and brushed himself off as much as he could. He took out what looked to be a stick and waved it, his clothes instantly drying. Ginny felt her eyes widened. “What the fucking hell did you do?”

 

 

 

He glanced up and Ginny was able to make out his eye color by the little bit of light the moon provided. He clucked his tongue and looked at the girl. “Amnesia-perfect!” He growled angrily.

 

 

 

“So why exactly did you have her pushed up against the wall if you weren’t being an abusive male bastard?” Ginny sneered.

 

 

 

“I’m dating Ronald Weasley—you’re brother, and I was trying to ‘blackmail’ as he so called it, him into doing one last search for you. Everyone else seemed to have started to give up, but Charlie had claimed to see you in the muggle world. He thought you might be working with the law, as an agent. He was right, you’re pretty damn good too.”

 

 

 

Ginny smiled. “Thanks. I have a brother? You know my father? So I belong…here?”

 

 

 

“Well as good as all that sounds, Pansy, perhaps we should get her to her fathers. Knockturn Alley’s the last place she should be, even if the war is over,” the man glared angrily seemingly ignoring all of Ginny’s questions.

 

 

 

“Ginny, this Draco Malfoy,” Pansy smiled.

 

 

 

Ginny raised an eyebrow, eyeing him. “I don’t like you,” she stated calmly.

 

 

 

“Well, at least that hasn’t changed,” he muttered sarcastically under his breath.

 

 

 

“Actually, it would probably be best if we waited until tomorrow. Let everyone get some sleep. She could stay with you for the night in the Manor,” Pansy said. “They’re all so tired.”

 

 

 

“I don’t think so!” Ginny cried out. “I’m going back home,” she declared, but then stopped glancing around her. “If only I could find that opening wall thingy.”

 

 

 

The man named Draco snorted and rolled his eyes.

 

 

 

“Hey, don’t snort at me as if you’re my superior,” Ginny glared angrily.

 

 

 

“Don’t get him started on that!” Pansy sighed.

 

 

 

“Well are you coming then?” Draco snapped at Ginny out of the blue.

 

 

She frowned. “Can’t you just take me to the bricks?”

 

 

 

“No! It’s too far away,” he growled. “Come,” his voice boomed, causing Ginny to jolt slightly.

 

 

 

She frowned, when was the last time someone’s voice made me slightly scared of him or her?

 

 

 

“Fine, fine, but I’m warning you if you try anything I’ll Jujitsu your arse all the way to Amsterdam and back. Got it?”

 

 

 

He paused and turned, raising an eyebrow. When he didn’t say anything Ginny felt pride swell in her. She had stunned him into silence, but her glee was short lived when he jerked his head in the direction he was going.

 

 

 

****

 

 

 

She couldn’t believe she’d actually followed this lunatic home. What in the world was she thinking?

 

 

 

That he felt familiar and possibly safe.

 

 

 

She couldn’t tell about the ‘safe’ part though. He set her nerves on edge and brought fire between her legs, which was so foreign to her she hadn’t known what to do when he’d brushed up against her on the way to taking her to the guest room.

 

 

 

“So, my last name is really Weasley?” She asked cautiously, not wanting him to leave.

 

 

 

The last time she’d been this turned on by a simple touch…well, she’d never been turned on by a simple touch. The two guys she dated had to coax a lukewarm response out of her and still she didn’t let them get any further than breast petting.

 

 

 

And Ginny Jackson never lied to herself she was down right horny. She had never felt this excited over a most likely accidental brush of the hands. The fact that he was absolutely breathtaking didn’t help either. They had barely talked to each other throughout the whole way to his house—no, mansion, but the more she tried to talk herself out of what she wanted, the more she leaned towards the idea. A one night stand for her first time wouldn’t kill her.

 

 

“Are you involved with anyone?” Ginny found herself asking and as soon as she saw the look on his face she wanted to curl up in a corner for shame.

 

 

 

“No-why is that any of your business?”

 

 

 

Ginny couldn’t believe she was going to do what she going to do at that moment. She reached for the buttons on her shirt. “Because I want to have sex with you, but I don’t believe in cheating. You have absolutely no idea how relieved I was to hear that you weren’t involved with anyone.”

 

 

Ginny quickly whipped her shirt off over her head, smiling inwardly as he watched his eyes widen and glance down. She advanced on him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

 

 

 

“Look, Weasley, I’m flattered as hell but I’ve never actually had a woman throw herself at me like this. We haven’t even kissed.”

 

 

 

“Are you trying to tell me you’re a virgin? It’s okay I am too.”

 

 

 

Draco raised an eyebrow and scoffed. “I am not a virgin! What? You are? What do you wear a chastity belt or something?” He asked backing up against the wall, watching her carefully unbuttoning her pants. “Why are you acting this way?”

 

 

 

Ginny stopped, her pants already a foot behind her, and she just stood in her matching black laced bra and underwear. She bowed her head. “I just-I’ve never felt this ‘hot’ for someone before.”

 

 

Draco visibly gulped at her answer and licked his bottom lip, gritting his teeth as his pants tightened. Damn but she was sexy! This redheaded nymph was making his mouth water and all he wanted to do was take her then and there.

 

 

 

“And I feel-well, you’re very familiar to me, but I can’t pinpoint what else you are to me. I think it might be a safe feeling and I’ve never had that emotion mixed with lust for the same guy. So I figured you wouldn’t mind—”

 

 

 

“What if I had had some type of disease?” Draco asked, knowing full well he hadn’t.

 

 

 

Ginny frowned, her bottom lip almost pouting out. “I-I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

 

 

 

“That’s why—”

 

 

 

“I know. I was being stupid and immature. I’m sorry,” she whispered turning around to bend and get her clothes.

 

 

 

Draco quickly walked up behind her, pulling her arse into his groin. “I don’t have any disease and I did feel that heat you’re so blatantly talking about when we brushed hands. I would love to be the man to take your virginity, hopefully we can do it tonight, but perhaps we should talk first.”

 

 

 

“Fine, but I’m not getting dressed again. I should be comfortable with you in this state of dress, then I won’t be so uneasy, yes?”

 

 

Draco was shocked and he couldn’t believe his luck. “I’m perfectly fine with that.”

 

 

To Be Continued…

 

 

I’d love to hear what you all thought about this. Like I said, nothing special and I probably got a lot of information wrong. Anyhow I’ll be working on the sex part soon.