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Irish Eyes

Chapter One: I Don't Remember…

The day was cold and windy as rain swept the Scottish Highlands. Mist covered every loch, river and pond. It was the middle of September, and winter was fast approaching. The grounds of Hogwarts were damp and muddy, but still a verdant green from the summer sun. The wind rustled the trees in the Forbidden Forest, making the trees appear to be beckoning the students inside. Hagrid was working on the pumpkin patch for Halloween already, his moleskin coat flapping wildly about. Something moving on the grounds caught his eye. He squinted to make out the shape of a young girl staggering along the path leading to Hogsmeade. It wasn't a student, he was sure. She wasn't wearing the regulation Hogwarts uniform… as a matter of fact, she wasn't wearing anything! Hagrid dropped the bottle of magical pesticide he was holding and ran to catch up to the girl. He shrugged his coat off and covered her shivering body.

"Bloody hell, miss, ye shouldn't be out here. What is yer name? Where did ye come from?"

The girl stared up at Hagrid blankly. "I… I can't remember. All I remember is a flash of green light, and screams… horrible screams. When I woke, I was in a ditch, completely naked."

"I've got to bring ye to the headmaster. He'll know what to do. Me name's Hagrid, by th' way." Hagrid's face showed genuine concern about the girl, and the way he cradled her gently made her feel safe in his arms.

"Headmaster?" She whispered, just before falling unconscious.

The girl came around in a warm bed, fully clothed, with a matronly nurse fretting about her bedside. "Ma'am? May I ask where am I?" She said softly, getting her voice back.

"You are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, my dear." The nurse stuck a thermometer in her mouth. "My name is Madam Pomfrey. The headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, asked to see you when you felt up to it. Do you think you could speak with him now?"

The girl tried to sit up in bed, but Madam Pomfrey stopped her. "Ah, ah, ah, you must save your strength for the headmaster. He's waiting outside, I'll go fetch him." The nurse took the thermometer out of her mouth as it began to announce her temperature out loud.

"101.3 degrees Fahrenheit!"

"Oh, my, you still have a bit of a temperature." She said as she walked towards the door. "I'll be right back."

The girl glanced around the room, which she now saw was an infirmary of some kind. Hogwarts? Witchcraft? Wizardry? Was she a witch? She wondered, panicking. She didn't have long to panic, because the door opened slowly, and in walked who she supposed was the headmaster.

"Hello." He said, pulling up a chair next to her bed. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I want you to recount for me what you remember before finding yourself here, if you would be so kind."

The girl sat up slowly in bed, and cleared her throat. She felt the air of his importance, and saw it in the way the kind nurse deferred her place by the bedside to him. She also felt his power, emanating from him in an aura. She began to speak, nervously.

"I remember… I remember…" She strained hard, trying to think. "A bright flash of green light, and screaming. I think it was a woman, and she was being murdered. I must have fallen unconscious, because, when I awoke, I was in a ditch, completely naked." She blushed deeply at this embarrassing revelation.

"Voldemort." Dumbledore said to himself.

"I'm sorry?" The girl asked, quite confused.

"This has to be the work of the Dark Lord. We already know he didn't use an Obliviate charm on her. Her amnesia cannot be undone. She must remember her past on her own now. She is more than likely a witch and not a muggle. But I'll scan the Daily Prophet for any recent disappearances.

Nothing this headmaster was saying to the nurse made any sense to her. What on earth was a muggle? Obliviate charm? Dark Lord? Daily Prophet? She began to feel a bit like Alice in Through The Looking Glass. She fell asleep again just as the headmaster was saying goodbye.

"Ennervate." The girl felt a warm tingling sensation course through her veins as she became wide awake. This time she awoke to the face of an older woman, wearing emerald green robes and a concerned glimmer in her eyes. "Hello, my name is Professor McGonagall. I'm the deputy headmistress here at Hogwarts. I'm told your fever broke last night, and that you are doing much better now. I'm going to help you get acclimated to student life at Hogwarts, but first, you are to see Professor Dumbledore in his office."

Professor McGonagall helped the girl get up and out of bed, then pointed out what looked like a school uniform at the foot of the bed. "You may change over there." Professor McGonagall pointed to a folding screen in the corner of the room.

"Thank you, Professor." The girl felt her cheeks flush at the kindness of the older woman. She wasn't sure she was ever used to such treatment before. Did her family abuse her?