„Obliviate!'' Harry heard Gilderoy Lockhart shout and suddenly his mind dissapeared. It was a curious senastion. Never before had Harry felt such a thing. It seemed like someone took a broomstick and swiped off his memories. Like walls of a house after a tornado. There was nothing left that he could hold onto. It seemed fall-like. His brain tried to grasp pieces that were slithering away from him. Soon enough, he couldn't even remember his name. The dark glossy walls of a chamber were as strange as the couple in front of him. He blinked, puzzled. There were only a footing left. Something to remember who he is, but not enough.

‚Harry?' There was a worried boy in front of him. His brows were furrowed worrily. His hair was dark in unlit chamber.

‚Where am I?' was the first question Harry asked the boy, who stepped nearer and he saw him clearer now. He was a bit taller, with ginger hair and freckles on a long nose. He seemed to have known...who? What was his name? He thought it would be a very stupid question to ask what he was, but he did it anyway.

‚What is my name?' He asked nonchalantly.

‚Are you alright? Did Lockhart's spell worked on you?'

‚Tell me my name. I need to know.' He urged the boy. He was getting desperate.

‚Harry, your name's Harry. Harry Potter.' Whispered the ginger boy sadly. He looked really panicked. ‚ Do you remember...anything?' He was worried.

‚Don't ask.' refused Harry Potter. ‚It's making my brain burn. I need some time.' Harry shook his head.

‚I'm Ron.' said the boy with orange hair. He seemed to have almost lost hope. But then he remembered another person. ‚YOU!' He shouted, full of rage. Harry got scared that the boy would strangle the man with blonde curly hair, who was quite happy with himself. Harry jumped onto the boy and held him.

‚Stop! You're going to hurt him.'

‚You're right, Harry,' The sound of his name sounded familiar and Harry felt a pang of warmth flow through him. ‚I am going to kill him!' He kicked Harry in the shin and went for the man's neck. ‚You bastard!'

‚You should have left me alone. It's your own fault, not mine.' The blond said. ‚Get away.'

With Harry's help, the blond managed to hold Ron. The freckled boy was miserable. He couldn't stop whispering Harry's name. Harry felt sorry for the boy. What had happened. He repeated the question to Ron.

‚Let me go. Harry, let me go!' He wriggled himself free.'We cannot waste time, we have to...

‚Calm down.' said Harry. ‚ We'll sort this out. What is it? Where are we anyway?'

Ron sighed heavily.

‚It's...we are in the chamber of secrets. Bloody hell! How are we going to save her?'

‚Save who? I don't understand what are you talking about.'

Ron collapsed on the floor.

‚My sister. Sit down. I'll try to be as quick as I can, but you need to listen. It is incredibly important.