I had lost all of my memory. I could remember nothing.
All I could remember was my name and birthday. My name is Rose McGonagall and I was born on January 13, 1981. I'm fairly average in looks with my father's black hair color and my mother's blue eyes.
I wasn't normal before I lost my memory, I was a witch.
It had all begun at what was supposed to be my fifth year of teaching. It was September and was the beginning of the new school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I had gotten engaged a few days before the term had started to my boyfriend Neville. So I was over the moon with happiness.
It had really begun on the fifth day of the new term. I teach students Transfiguration but sometimes I would take over Charms if Professor Flitwick was ill. The accident took place during one of those days. Professor Flitwick had fallen ill during the night.
"Silence! Quiet down class!" I demanded striding into the classroom.
"Hello Professor McGonagall," A small second year chirruped to me.
"Hello Miss Smith." I responded back.
"Is Professor Flitwick ill?" Another small voice chirruped up.
"Yes he is students. Now settle down!" I said. This quieted the students immediately. "You will be working on the Summoning Charm. This is work meant for fourth years but, Professor Flitwick thinks that you are ready for it," I continued on. "Now, who can tell me the incantation to Summon something?"
Immediately a hand shot up from the first desk in the second row.
"Mr..." I didn't know his name.
"Alex McCormac," He said.
"Mr McCormac, do you know what the incantation is?" I asked.
"The incantation is Accio, which literally means to Summon in Latin." McCormac said. It sounded like he had swallowed the textbook. He reminded me of Hermione Granger.
"Five points to Ravenclaw," I praised. "Without wands first! Put your wand down Mr Prewett I said without wands! Say it with me, Accio!" I listened to the students recite the spell and said, "Good. I have pillows that you will Summon to yourselves, and please try to get the pillow to you. You know the incantation. Now, begin!" I waved my wand and more than two dozen pillows appeared at my feet.
All the students pulled out their wands again and one girl looked sadly at her hands and then the pillows until she pulled out her wand.
I sat down at the desk and watched the students for a few minutes until I was sure most of them had the spell down.
One little second year boy already had three pillows at his spot that he had Summoned. He Summoned another and I smiled at him and said, "Good work. Ten points to Ravenclaw."
Little did I know, one of the students had a broken wand that wasn't functioning properly.
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I continued to watch the students until almost all of them had it down.
Out of nowhere the broken wand came flying from somewhere in the back of the class and struck me in the middle of the forehead. I touched my forehead lightly and almost blacked out from the pain. The wand had done serious damage.
I could feel my knees grow weak and buckle under me. I fell to the floor of the classroom.
Everything was growing distant. I heard the students crowding around me and muttering about what they should do next faintly.
A great wave of pain washed over me and I lost consciousness.