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A/N: Not my first Fan fic just my first posted since the server went down a couple years ago. Please I love the series if I have made any errors that you can find in the HP books, I am sorry and stand to be corrected. Please issue me a correction, including book and chapter, via e-mail. This is valid through my entire story.
Come Back Sweet Memory
Chapter 1- Where, how, and Who
A flash of green light, a cruel high pitched laugh...a girl with brown bushy hair arguing with a freckled red head boy...a turban, two faces, red eyes...a man with silver hair and a menacing smile, a boy who looks identical to him...a tall white bearded man looking old and sad...a red head girl looking like death on a wet stone floor...a man turning into a werewolf ...a man falling through a veil... a giant man being followed by a herd of winged horses...a family of red heads sitting around a large table talking and laughing...an odd man with gold hair and an arrogant smile...three people stood in the mirror, a man to the left with messy black hair and hazel eyes, a women on the right with red hair and green eyes, and a boy of about eleven in the middle he is the only one who looks solid, he has messy black hair and bright green eyes...
Harry Potter woke up, his mind wheeling, 'what was that?' he thought trying to grasp anything and everything. He was staring at a white ceiling and the air smelled strongly of disinfectant, 'ugh, I hat the smell of hospitals!' He slid his glasses onto his face, and felt his forehead. But he couldn't his forehead was heavily bandage. 'how?'
He was wearing white pajamas. At the end of his be lay bright colorful boxes and cards. Each more intreging then the next. 'What?' he went to lean to the end of his bed and examine the treats when he feels a sharp pain in his ribs. He grabs them until the pain passes. Just as it does a women walks in.
"Hello, Mr. Potter," she said a little surprised to see him sitting up, "how do you feel?"
"who are you?" Harry asked his minded still wheeling about his dream and the odd place he was.
"I'm your medi-witch Meloncal," she said brightly.
"good as long as you know," Harry froze and something triggered in his mind, "Where am I?"
"St. Mongo's the best wizarding hospital in the country." She replied.
"How did I get here?"
"Portkey with Professor McGonagall your head of house. That Beater swung the Bludger right into the side of your head the fall broke a couple ribs," she motioned to his head and chest as she talked, "you've been asleep here for nearly three days. You only came here because Madam Pomfrey was out on Hogwarts business."
"Who am I?"
"you're kidding, right?" her smile faded, "you don't remember?"
"no, not really. When I was sleeping just a minute ago I had flashes but they didn't make any sense," his mind was trying to remember but all he came up with were dead ends.
"You are Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived," seeing the questioning look she thought of something else, "I'll let the Headmaster explain, I don't know you that well. Please relax Mr. Potter while I go fetch the Headmaster to explain you to...you."
'relax?' Harry thought, 'can't even remember my name, though Potter does ring a bell.'
As this thought rolled across his mind in walked a tall white bearded man looking old and sad.
A/N: Not my first Fan fic just my first posted since the server went down a couple years ago. Please I love the series if I have made any errors that you can find in the HP books, I am sorry and stand to be corrected. Please issue me a correction, including book and chapter, via e-mail. This is valid through my entire story.
Come Back Sweet Memory
Chapter 1- Where, how, and Who
A flash of green light, a cruel high pitched laugh...a girl with brown bushy hair arguing with a freckled red head boy...a turban, two faces, red eyes...a man with silver hair and a menacing smile, a boy who looks identical to him...a tall white bearded man looking old and sad...a red head girl looking like death on a wet stone floor...a man turning into a werewolf ...a man falling through a veil... a giant man being followed by a herd of winged horses...a family of red heads sitting around a large table talking and laughing...an odd man with gold hair and an arrogant smile...three people stood in the mirror, a man to the left with messy black hair and hazel eyes, a women on the right with red hair and green eyes, and a boy of about eleven in the middle he is the only one who looks solid, he has messy black hair and bright green eyes...
Harry Potter woke up, his mind wheeling, 'what was that?' he thought trying to grasp anything and everything. He was staring at a white ceiling and the air smelled strongly of disinfectant, 'ugh, I hat the smell of hospitals!' He slid his glasses onto his face, and felt his forehead. But he couldn't his forehead was heavily bandage. 'how?'
He was wearing white pajamas. At the end of his be lay bright colorful boxes and cards. Each more intreging then the next. 'What?' he went to lean to the end of his bed and examine the treats when he feels a sharp pain in his ribs. He grabs them until the pain passes. Just as it does a women walks in.
"Hello, Mr. Potter," she said a little surprised to see him sitting up, "how do you feel?"
"who are you?" Harry asked his minded still wheeling about his dream and the odd place he was.
"I'm your medi-witch Meloncal," she said brightly.
"good as long as you know," Harry froze and something triggered in his mind, "Where am I?"
"St. Mongo's the best wizarding hospital in the country." She replied.
"How did I get here?"
"Portkey with Professor McGonagall your head of house. That Beater swung the Bludger right into the side of your head the fall broke a couple ribs," she motioned to his head and chest as she talked, "you've been asleep here for nearly three days. You only came here because Madam Pomfrey was out on Hogwarts business."
"Who am I?"
"you're kidding, right?" her smile faded, "you don't remember?"
"no, not really. When I was sleeping just a minute ago I had flashes but they didn't make any sense," his mind was trying to remember but all he came up with were dead ends.
"You are Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived," seeing the questioning look she thought of something else, "I'll let the Headmaster explain, I don't know you that well. Please relax Mr. Potter while I go fetch the Headmaster to explain you to...you."
'relax?' Harry thought, 'can't even remember my name, though Potter does ring a bell.'
As this thought rolled across his mind in walked a tall white bearded man looking old and sad.