Chapter 2

Ok so here is chapter 2 in my little story, favouriting this is always welcome but I love reviews and I'm going back to school soon so a few reviews will cheer me up greatly!!! This chapter was written listening to Stranger – Secondhand Serenade. Just another great song I'm addicted too!!!!

"Black…that's all I can see now. Black. Where am I? Why can't I see anything? His thoughts kept wondering around this topic for quite a long time. All he remembered was feeling hands grip the top of his arms and carrying him to a place that was a mystery to him. He tried to cry out to someone for help but no one came, his throat was swollen. "But why, why is my throat swollen?" His thoughts once again were questions.

So many questions were swimming around his brain he felt as though he was going to burst. All of a sudden someone entered where he lay, he presumed, and he felt his pulse quicken. Then somebody turned on what seemed to be a light, and a figure towered over him.

The man stood over him, examining his legs and checking his pulse then regularly writing something down on a clipboard in his hand. He came over after he finished writing and looked at the man on the bed; he got out a thin piece of wood and flicked it. Something flew into his hand and he came closer, the man lying on the bed looked up frightened at what the man was going to do to him.

"It's okay son, I'm just trying to see if you're alright. I just want to know what you're blood pressure is," the unknown man said putting a strange thing around his upper arm and he began to feel pressure where the device was. He winced at the strange thing on his arm and the man smiled kindly. When the machine beeped the man took off the device and wrote again on his clipboard.

He looked up smiling, then said, "It appears as if you are a very healthy young man, after two weeks of being asleep you seem to have recovered quite nicely," he then stood there for about two seconds and then said quickly, "Oh my, I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Dr Murray Cartwright, lead wizarding physician at the Wizarding Hospital in Sydney. I unfortunately do not know your name yet, can you tell me?" the kind doctor asked in a strong Australian accent.

For the first time there were no questions concerning about where he was; he was only thinking about who he was…but he couldn't seem to remember.

"I…don't...know," he replied seeming confused that he couldn't remember something as simple as his own name. His own voice startled him. The normally rich, low tones of his voice were now hoarse and strained, he cleared his throat. He wondered about his own accent, it was different to the kind doctor's.

Dr Cartwright's face fell and then smiled comfortingly, "Well, that is unfortunate. We'll just call you…John for now. How about that? Yes I think it would be very good, well I better be off now a nurse will be in to see you soon. And don't worry, we'll help you remember who you are mate,"

The doctor then patted him on the shoulder gently and exited the room, whistling to himself softly as he went.

"John…John…" he kept thinking as he soon as the doctor left, it felt out of place somehow but he guessed it would have to do. John was sitting on his bed when he suddenly felt the need to use the toilet; he looked about himself and noticed a small white door. He guessed it was a toilet so he cautiously got out of his bed and moved toward it, he turned the knob gently and there was in fact a small bathroom. John did his business and then walked over to the sink and washed his hands, whilst he washed them he looked into the mirror.

This was the first time he'd ever seen himself, well before he couldn't remember who he was. The red hair, the freckles, and the long nose. He admired himself for a while; he kept touching his red hair and tracing his long nose. Then John heard something in the other room, he turned off the tap, dried his hands and peered nervously out through the door frame.

There stood a young nurse with brown frizzy hair, a slight figure and fair skin. She noticed him over by the door and smiled at him, John couldn't tear his eyes off her as she came closer and began guiding him to his bed, all the while saying, "Don't worry, just come and sit down. Don't be afraid,"

When John sat down the young nurse turned to face him, her eyes were the most beautiful brown he'd ever seen and he smiled at her. John couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed in her presence even though they'd only met a few seconds ago. He also felt as though he'd seen her before. She returned the smile and began talking.

"So, Dr Cartwright tells me that you've lost your memory. Is that correct?" the young nurse asked while referring down to her clipboard. John sat there only nodding slightly.

"Ok and it says here that he's named you John? Am I correct?" she asked. John was getting a little tired of the questions but still nodded politely. "Right, well my name is Nurse Cringer and I've been assigned to your case until you gain back your memory," she added politely.

"The first thing to do in your situation is to try and remember as much of your past as possible, then we can try and piece together the puzzle pieces," Nurse Cringer smiled then continued, "Would you like to say something? Or ask something,"

John sat there thinking about things that had happened, he couldn't seem to remember anything then realised something that had been nagging him for a while. "Why am I in Sydney? How did I get here?" he felt completely stupid for asking because how could she possibly know anything about what had happened to him. Nurse Cringer's face fell; she was obviously hoping that he would not ask any questions that could not be answered.

"I'm so sorry John, I don't know but I'm sure we'll figure it out," she smiled kindly. "How about you try and tell me what you remember before you woke up," again she smiled but this time it was encouraging.

John swept through his memories but all he could remember was waking up in this dark room.

"All I remember is waking up here; it was really dark, then that doctor came in and checked up on me," John replied to Nurse Cringer. He felt himself getting frustrated by these useless questions but he couldn't understand why. Nurse Cringer wrote something down in a book, she was frowning slightly.

"Well, this is most unusual. Most people whose memories have been obliviated can remember some things, such as daily events that took place in their lives, a fond memory, their family members birthdays for example. But you can't seem to," she said then writing once again in her notebook.

John sat there trying to remember, his temper flaring but he gained control and asked another question, "Where did you find me?" was all he could ask.

Nurse Cringer thought for a while then said, "I read on your file that you were found in an alleyway next to the Australian muggle Embassy, I don't know why you were there but I'll make sure I can try and help you,"

Again John asked a question he was curious about. "How did you know I was…magical?" And once again Nurse Cringer was mentally reading his profile, but then stopped thinking and turned to John.

"Can you remember something about the magical community? Or the muggle community?" she asked clearly intrigued.

John wondered where he got this information, he was sure no one had ever brought it up. Then again he saw Dr Cartwright using his wand and telling him about the Wizarding Hospital in Sydney. Plus Nurse Cringer had mentioned the 'muggle and wizarding community' had she not? But then if he couldn't remember who he was or where he came from, why is it that he can remember what wizards and muggles are? Once again John found himself losing his temper, but tried not to show it.

Then Nurse Cringer's face lit up, like she was having some great epiphany.

"Amazing…the person who obliviated your memories must have been skilful as you can not just pick out what memories on people you don't know. But this person could, it's obvious that this person knew who you were or else they wouldn't have been able to perfect the spell. Maybe they were trying to get information from you? They've most likely completely cleared your memory but kept the basics, but they weren't very careful as they obliviated your memory enough to make you forget your own name.

"There have been cases like this, but they are very rare. I heard over in England a famous wizard named…ah yes, Gilderoy Lockhart got his memories obliviated but he never fully recovered," she said whilst again writing hurriedly in her notebook.

John was trying to take it all in, but her speech didn't make any sense. "Why the bloody hell is she going on about this Gilderoy Lockhart bloke?" he thought angrily. This must be what happens to her when she gets excited, she rambles.

Nurse Cringer looked up from her book again and looked apologetically at John. Her hair looked frizzier than it did before, all this extra thinking must be making it uncontrollable.

"I'm so sorry; I completely forgot that you probably don't understand a thing I'm going on about. I'm sorry if I confused you, I doubt you've ever heard of Gilderoy Lockhart," she said then looking into John's eyes, her brown eyes looked like they could pierce right through him.

"No, I haven't. How did the poor bloke lose his memory? Must have been bad if he can't even remember what magic is," John said trying to better understand the world around him.

Nurse Cringer's eyes flashed and she got excited about giving out this piece of information that everybody already knew, well everybody except this poor man.

"He was a very well known wizard in England and he published books about his triumphs with dark witches and wizards. I honestly thought he was a fake but then again he was very handsome, I unfortunately didn't get the chance to visit England before he went off to teach at Hogwarts –"

"What's Hogwarts?" John asked, curiosity getting the better of him . Nurse Cringer looked at him as if considering scolding him or not for interrupting.

"Uh, it's the legendary wizarding school in England. Gilderoy went to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, but an obliviate charm went wrong and he lost his memories. You seem very interested to know about this school, do you remember going there? You have an English accent so I'm just assuming you went," Nurse Cringer said again taking notes at lightning bolt speed.

If John was confused before then he was getting even more confused by the second. His head began to ache and his mouth was dry. He felt slightly dizzy.

"Are you alright, John? You look a bit pale," Nurse Cringer said getting up and examining his vital stats, concern etched on her face.

John's world was spinning around him, he felt a bit sick. He slumped further into his bed, but before his lights went out completely he saw the face of an unknown man standing above him. He had messy raven black hair and bright green eyes behind a pair of glasses, he was calling out a name but John didn't seem to recognise it. Then his vision blurred and there was Nurse Cringer…or so he thought it was Nurse Cringer.

Then John's world spiralled into darkness.

A/N:

:O What will happen!?!?! Ok so some people have caught on about what might happen but hey I'm very predictable but I might through in something completely unexpected!!!! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm getting hooked on this story lolz!!

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