A lady talks to a muggle psychologist about memories she has been recalling after twelve years.
Would you think me crazy, if I said I think I dated a wizard once?
A wizard? Why do you think that?
Memories.
Memories of what?
Life with him, two years is what I recall.
You spent two years dating a wizard?
Yes I think so, wait...we were married.
If you were married, why aren't you together now?
I think his world was getting too dangerous, so he did something to make me forget.
Then why haven't you forgotten?
I don't think he wanted to do it too me, so he didn't do it well.
Do what well?
Obliviate my memory.
I see, and where did you two meet?
We were seventeen I think, he was just out of school, we met at a restaurant, and I was serving his table. We got married about six months after that, if I recall correctly.
How long ago was this?
I think about twelve years.
Do you know where he went to school?
Oh...I forget, it had a funny name...an animal...wart hog...wait...Hogwarts!
I am not familiar with this school.
You wouldn't be, it is hidden you see, protected I think, by magic.
I see. How long have you been remembering these things about your husband?
Not long at all, something in the paper sparked my memory.
In the paper?
Yes.
Do you remember a name?
Yes but you might think I really am crazy.
I promise I won't.
His name was Sirius Black.