Amnesia
Whoa. That light was just too friggin' bright. Who the hell was doing that? The better question is why are they trying to blind me? Now the best question is where and who the hell am I? I squinted away from the light. Holy son of a bitch. A redheaded man knelt down in front of me. He straightened his already askew, horn-rimmed glasses and peered at me.
"Hello there." He smiled cautiously at me. I didn't respond. He moved the light back and forth before my eyes. I just stared blankly at him. "Merlin. Bill!" He shouted over his shoulder and within meagre seconds another redhead appeared, though this one was considerably younger, probably around eighteen, nineteen.
"What's wrong with her, Dad?" 'Bill' murmured, as though I couldn't hear him.
"I wish I knew. Hasn't moved since I found her." The man shrugged, pointing the light back into my eyes. Where was that damn light coming from? Wait. Was he holding a wand? He was…magic. And…so was I. I was magical. "Bill, Apparate her to Saint Mungo's. I need to go talk to Bagnold." At the mention of Apparition, I started shaking, violently. My eyes seemed to work on their own and began blinking rapidly.
"Dad, we can't take her to Saint Mungo's. We don't know if she's magic." Bill protested.
"She reacted to mention of magical activity. Now go!"
Bill nodded reluctantly and lifted me into his arms, not even struggling. I couldn't weigh that little. I'd eaten only yesterday...hadn't I? Either way, he must've been strong because, unless I was mistaken, I was a fully grown, or at least mostly, one hundred twenty pound, sixteen year old girl. But he lifted me as though I was six. Bloody, strong, teenage boy. "Close your eyes." He whispered in my ear, giving me mere moments to register the command and follow it out before squeezing them shut.