Summary: A Quidditch accident gets Harry landed, out cold, in the Hospital wing for three days! But when he awakes he remembers nothing and no one... well, except his worst enemy Draco Malfoy! When a wizarding memory expert , who bears a striking resemblenance to the aformentioned Malfoy, comes to Hogwarts to fix Harry's memory she thinks Draco may be the answer to restoring it.
Nanci: DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Harry Potter Franchise that belongs to... *mumble~mumble*
Damion: *sing-songy* What? Who does it belong to?
Nanci: J.K. *mumble*
Mandy: Sorry, didn't quite catch that last one.
Nanci: J.K. ROWLING!!! Happy now?!
Mandy: Yes, very!
Damion: Warning: Contains boy/boy relationships!! *squee*
Nanci: Oh, but I tottally own Alexia!!
Chapter One: Many Things
Falling fast, faster. My broom hovers above me. Contact with the groud. Blur of green passes above and is framed on the gray sky. Then darkness.
Nothing. I've been searching my mind for the last... I don't know how long and have come up with nothing. I know I think in English and that's what the voices around me have been talking in, I know all about witches and wizards, I know about food and breathing and other simple basic things, but it's the things that I don't know that scare me. I don't know my name, what I look like, who my friends are, if I have any, friends, where I am, how I got here, who my family is, who the people around me are. There is a girl who keeps crying and saying "hairy" and a boy who keeps telling the girl, or at least I think he's talking to the girl say things like "It'll be all right." and "He'll pull through." The two people don't know I'm awake because I've kept my eyes closed. I'm afraid, for some reason, that whoever these people are they'll expect me to know things I don't know, like who they are. Finally they say something different.
The boy "Hermione, he'll wake up sooner or later but right now we've really got to get back to the common room. We're doing him no good sitting here."
The girl, Hermione maybe, "Well, we'll do him no good sitting in the common room either. The only difference is he'll wake up alone!"
A sigh then the boy speaks agian "Your right but," a pause "curfew is in twenty minutes and you know Snape would love it if he caught us walking back after it." Snape? Curfew? Common room?
The girl gives in "Fine. We'll go." Chairs slide on the floor a lot closer to me than I thought the pair was and the two stand. Then something touches me on the head, as if petting me, and I involantarily jerk away from the touch and the jig, as they say, is up. I nervously open my eyes to the girl who I have been listening to. But I'm shocked everything is blurry like I'm staring through smoky glass I start to speak but by she cuts me off with the excited cry of "Hairy!" I see brown encircling a pale face stacked on top of black I look behind the girl (I think) to see a splotch of orangey-red sitting on top of a pale face and also black. Behind those two is some bright blue rectangles on the other-wise white walls. I look around the rest of the room trying with no luck to recoginise where I was. The girl hands me some glasses which I put on and then finally can see properly. The blocks of blue on the white walls turn out to be windows displaying a clear cloudless day. I push myself up on to my elbows and the girl with long, bushy, brown hair tries to hug me I push her away from me.
" W-who are you?!" I ment to say Where am I but we'll just where that question gets me.
The girl looks literally lost for words but the boy with the orange-red hair looks at me like I'm crazy and says "What do you mean 'Who are you you?' Have you gone crazy!? Have you gone absolutly nutters!?" The girl has tears forming in her eyes and then yells out for someone.
The someone who she called for was a motherly looking witch with pure white robes on came to the bed that I was laying on and said " Weasly, Granger you should leave soon before curfew." Then seeing that I was awake looked at me and said "Ah, finally awake I see. How are you feeling?"
I wasn't able to answer because the boy cut me off "He's gone crazy, Madam Pomfrey. That's how he's feeling?"
I was reaching the end of my rope "No! I'm not crazy! I just want to know where I am, what's going on, who all you people are and who am I! And why does everyone keep shouting 'hairy'!?"
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Draco had beening having a relativley good day which, for the most part, was surprising. Draco owed this to the fact that Potter was still in the Hospital Wing nursing a cracked noggin and the effect of this was that know-it-all mudblood, Granger, had lost her nerve and barely said one word during any of his classes. Draco was in an even better mood because that bumbling idiot Longbottom had tripped and fallen down the stairs! And to make it even better it had been the stairs with the trick step and fate must have smiling on Draco today because that stupid Gryffindor had gotten his head stuck in the false step! To Draco today could only get better, but what Draco didn't know was how wrong he was.
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Alexia sat on the couch and was flipping through the channels on her small t.v. set that was across the room and paused on "Everybody Loves Lucy!". She laughed a little and ran a hand through her short black hair, one of the ribbons that was tied on her fingers got caught in it, as a black-and-white Lucy argued with a black-and-white Ricky. She went back to channel surfing when a large brown barn owl appeared at her window across her small apartment and began to tap frantically on her window. Alexia ran over to the window and struggled with the window to get it open. The owl on the other side looked liked it was about to faint from exhaustion when she finally got it open. The owl, without even pausing to let Alexia get her letter it flew in and settled down on the counter in the kitchen and was about to fall asleep when she finally got the letter off his leg.
"Poor, baby. You had to fly all the way from England!" She said as her grey eyes scanned letter. She sighed and talked to the now sleeping owl or no one "Well, I guess I'm taking an unexpected trip." She went over to the phone and dialed a number and it rang a few times until some one picked up.
"Whadaya want?" the gruff voice said on the other line.
"Hiya, Bob! Just wanted you to know that I'm going on a trip and I was wondering if you could hold my mail while I'm away?"
"How long you gonna be gone?" Bob said
"Um, as long it takes to fix the problem." She said nervously
"You still gonna pay rent if your gone for longer than a month?" Said Bob sceptically.
"Yes, Bob. Of course!"
"Then fine, I'll hold your mail.... Hey, where ya going any way?"
"Um," Alexia thought for trying to decide if telling Bob where she was going was the best choice and then decided against it. "just down to Pennsylvania, to visit a cousin."
"Oh, okay. Have a nice trip." click. Alexia ran into her small bedroom and packed a duffel bag full af clothes not really caring if some where clean or not. She walked back into the kitchen and regarded the owl with a look of pity "Poor, Fushia. I'll come back later to get you." She sighed and pulled out a long dark wand from her long, black jacket. CRACK and she was gone.
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"Harry, are you even listening anymore?" said Hermione was coming very close to tears agian.
"I'm trying to I really am, um, Hermione but it's really weird what your saying." said Harry to the girl, who, for the past half hour had been trying to explain to him who he was. Hermione began to cry, hard. "I'm so sorry it's just I don't get it."
"Oh, H-Harry, it's n-not your f-fault! It's that disgusting little snake Malfoy's!" she said between smalls sobs.
"Why?"
"He was tailing you when you were going after the snitch and I bet he would have done anything to get it. Especially if it ment you getting hurt." Said Hermione with renewed vigor. At that moment Madam Pomfrey came back with a peice of parchment.
"Ms. Granger, take this pass and get back to your common room. Mr. Potter needs his rest and so do you."
Yes, Madam Pomfrey. See you tomorrow Harry." She looked at Harry with a weak smile and walked out of the Hospital Wing.
"Please try and get some sleep Mr. Potter."
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey." Harry said as he got back into the bed. A thought came to his head who was Malfoy and why did his freinds seem to blame him for everything?
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Dumbledore was in his office along with Proffesor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, all of Harry's teacher and as few who weren't his teachers but could probably help all the same. Alexia had arrived a few seconds earlier and had slipped into a corner so no one knew she was there.
"We have a very serious situation." said Dumbledore leaning forward in his chair.
"Well, of course we are," said McGonagall borderline frantic "one of our students has completely lost his memory!"
"No, not comepletly, he still has knowledge of the wizarding world and of the muggle world!" said Madam Pomfrey ignoring the stern look from McGonagall in the seat next to her.
Alexia finallay spoke up from the corner "So all hope is not lost for him." Everyone turned around to look at her. Dumbledore was smiling at her at the same that Mcgonagall was glaring at her.
"Aah, Alexia, I was wondering when you were going to make your presence know to the rest of us. Everyone this is Alexia and I think she can fix our problem." said Dumbledore with a sparkle in his ice-blue eyes.
McGonagall was still giving Alexia a cold look when she asked "She's going to fix Harry?"
Alexia smirked and said "Yeah, I'm going to fix him. You got a problem with that?"
If it were possible McGonagall's mouth got thinner and any lesser witch or wizard would have coward under her feirce gaze but Alexia didn't back down Dumbledore broke the akward silence, and McGongall's and Alexia's staring contest, with "Now, if everyone would please, leave I need to talk to Alexia, alone."
After everyone had left and Alexia had settled down into the chair across from the headmaster's desk "Soooo.....?" she said, her eyebrows shooting upward on her forehead.
"So, what's your plan to fix young Harry?"
"My plan.... is to make him remember."
"A fine plan indeed. Also where would you like to sleep?"
"Could I sleep in," Alexia thought for a moment "the unused classroom at the base of the north tower?"
"Of course." Dumbledore said with a small smile "Do you need me to escort you there?"
"No, I should be fine. Am I excused?" Dumbledore nodded and Alexia walked out the door her head already filled with thoughts. She made her way to the north tower, which was on the other side the castle, and when she reached the room at the base of the tower Alexia was dead tired. She walked in and quickly conjured up a small bed in the middle of the comepletely empty classroom. She threw down her bag and colapsed onto the bed and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
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As Hermione walked toward charms she had the feeling she was being followed, which was because she was being followed. She turned to confront what she thought was just her imagation and was met with a peculiar sight, there was a skinny, pale, girl with short, spiky dark hair wearing black jeans, a plain black t-shirt under a long black jacket that reached her mid-calf, the wierdest thing about Hermione temporary stalker was that on each finger there was three or four colored ribbons. For a second Hermione thought of the muggle trick; tie a ribbon around your finger so you won't forget.
"Hello, I'm Alexia!" The girl said walking closer to Hermione with her hand outstreched.
Hermione was taken by surprise at the girl's American accent. She looked at her hand apprehensivley but she still took it "I'm Hermione," she paused "what do you need?"
"I need you to tell me everything that you know about Harry Potter."
"Um, I have, um, class right now..."
"Don't worry you've been excused. I trust you know about Harry's paticular ailment?" Said Alexia cutting off Hermione.
"Excuse me, who are you again, and why do you need to know about Harry?" Hermione said remembering the dreadful Rita Skeeter.
"I'm the person who is going to make Harry remember everything and I'm sure that answer your second question. Now come with me. We need to talk somewhere more private." Alexia began to walk away and all Hermone could do was follow her. Alexia led her to her room where her cot had been folded into a corner and now a large cluttered desk stood where it had been. Then after several hours of note-taking, revising and reviewing Harry's life Alexia was finally satisfied with Hermione's information. "Oh, it's almost lunch! We should probably get down there!"
The pair walked down to the hall together in a mutual silence when they got to the great hall they seperated and Alexia went to the head table and began to talk to Hagrid. Hermione went to the Gryffindor table where Ron was already waiting for her.
"Hermione! Why weren't you in charms and potions today?" Ron said when she took her usual seat next to him. Hermione told him the whole ordeal.
At the end of her tale Ron looked over at the Head table "'Mione, is Alexia the one talking to Hagrid?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Do you know who she looks exactly like?" said Ron as he whipped around to look back at Hermione a shocked look on his face.
"She looks familair, but I can't seem to remember where I've seen her."
Ron jabbed his thumb in the direction of the Slytherin table and Hermione's eyes followed them and she gasped when they met there destination. "Oh, Merlin! Ron, she looks like Malfoy!" she whispered glancing between Alexia and Draco noticing similarities every time. The shape of their faces, the color of their eyes, the way their noses were shaped, "Wait, Ron! They can't be related!" Hermione said excitedly.
"Are you kidding!? They could be twins! They look almost exactly alike!"
"No, Ronald, they can't be because Alexia is American and she treated me like a human being! No Malfoy would ever treat me decently if they had a choice! So what if they look a little alike it doesn't mean they're related." said Hermione with finality turing back to her plate and picking up her fork to eat the salad she had put on it.
"'Mione, 'a little alike' doesn't even began to cover it and how do you know she isn't just putting on a show so no one realizes it! Do you even know her last name? How do you know she isn't going to kill Harry once she's alone with him?!" Hermione had stopped moving with her fork half-way to her mouth.
"Ronald," she said her voice hushed and angry "I trust her because Dumbledore trusts her and look at her, does she really look like the murdering type?"
Ron glanced up at her again and saw her laughing with Hagrid and Professor Flitwick at a joke that another teacher had told and the laughter grew heartier as one of them snorted. "Well, I guess not." said Ron frowing into his plate as he ate.
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Draco was getting even angrier. He couldn't concentrate on anything because Professor Short-stuff, the half-breed and some new teacher were laughing very loudly at the head table. As the laughter grew louder Draco grew more annoyed. He was trying to come up with some reasons not to go up there and tell them all to shut bloody mouths when he saw the mud-blood and the Weasel were looking at him then the new teacher then back to him he pretended not to notice. Until the Weasel's voice carried over the din in the great hall reaching Draco ears.
"Are you kidding!? They could be twins! They look almost exactly alike!" Was he talking about him and the new teacher? He looked up at her agian the laughter had died down now and he could see her better now that she wasn't shaking from laughter he could see her grey eyes, like his, her thin body and face, like his, her long, but not gangly like the Weasel's, limbs, like his. He began running through the list of relatives that his father had made him memorize when he was young. No one in his family had a daughter that was old enough to be teaching or young enough to look like that.
"Draco? Draco, are you even listening?" Pansy's whining voice broke through Draco's thoughts.
"Hmm, oh! Sorry Pansy, I have to go to the library." said Draco quickly thinking of the one place Pansy hated going.
"Oh, okay, bye-bye Drakey!" Draco cringed slightly at his nickname. He didn't like it but he was probably going to marry this girl when he comes of age so he should get used it. She was good as a friend but that's about it. He glanced back one more time at the head table and it's new addition her eyes caught his and they seemed to wonder like he was wondering but then she looked away and said goodbye to the others at the table. For a second Draco thought she was coming toward him but then he realized that she was in fact walking to the Gryfindor table she stopped near the Weasel and the mud-blood. She talked to them for a second and walked out.
Draco was following her before he knew what he was doing. Now they were out in a empty hallway and he was still following her. 'What am I doing?' thought Draco as his feet went along after the woman. They were now near the North Tower. Then she turned around and faced him anger brewing under the surface of her eyes.
"What are you doing?" she said Draco (much like Hermione) was taking surprise by her accent.
"Who are you?"
"Alexia, now what are you doing and who are you?" The nerve of some people stalking you back to your room and then demanding to know who you are!' thought Alexia
"I-I'm Draco Malfoy and I have absolutley no idea what I'm doing..."
"Ok, so you just randomly decided to follow me back to my office. That makes.... no sense, at all." Alexia smirked.
Draco felt his mouth go dry "Ah, um, w-what's your surname? I really thinks it's wierd to call you Professor Alexia."
"Who ever said I was a professor?"
"Oh,"
"Get back to your dormitory Draco."
"Yes." Draco turned around and began to walk toward the Slytherin common room and met the Weasel as he passed the great hall.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" Why did everyone keep asking him that today?
"None of your busniess." and Malfoy walked on quickly, not wanting to get into a fight today. He checked his schedule in the safety of the Slytherin common room. Next was Care of Magical Creatures with... the Gryffindors. Damn, it will be harder to keep his face intact when in such close contact with a bunch of dangerous...
"Drakey! Where have you been? I even checked the Library!" Pansy voice once agian broke through Draco's mind ramblings. At this point Draco's stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch and it made him throw up his lunch and breakfast. "OHMYGAWD!! Draco are you okay? What happened? Are you okay?" Pansy was now in full panic mode.
He pushed Pansy away from him as he began dry heaving and was now just spitting up rancid bile.
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Harry sat in the same bed that he had been all day and had nothing to do besides talk to Madam Pomfrey or read one of the books that Hermione had brought him but now things were really getting intresting.
A girl burst through the door to the Hospital Wing yelling "OHMYGAWD! Madam Pomfrey come quick! Please somethings wrong!!" The girl was followed by a large, hulky, boy caring another boy in his arms. The other boy was blond and was at this moment heaving over the side of his carrier's arms. A digusting stech reached Harry's nose and he almost threw up himself. Madam Pomfrey came running out.
"Mr. Goyle, put him on that bed right there. Ms. Parkinson what has happened here?"
"I don't he just started to throw up and he couldn't stop!" The girl was in tears now. The boy who'd been carry the blond was looking quite bored at the moment. The blond was still heaving but it seemed have slowed down. The blond sat up still heaving slightly.
"I think I'm okay. Maybe I'm allergic to something or..." he had opened his eyes and... All Harry could see now was his eyes, Draco's eyes. And Harry knew him. Harry remembered him!
"Draco! Draco Malfoy! I remember you!" Harry cried out excitedly almost jumping off the bed.
Nanci: I think that went well, you?
Mandy: Yeah, hey, can I borrow your Mp3?
Nanci: Sure. Hey, where's Damion?
Mandy: I dunno.... probably off snogging Rapheal somewhere.
Damion: I am not! Rapheal's in Italy anyway! So shut your trap!
Nanci: She can't hear you she listening to... Marilyn Manson.
Damion: Oh, well. Please Review!!!
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Mandy: *singing under breath* We're disposable teens....
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