I was exhausted after meeting Christopher, so I ate dinner and went to bed early. I spent most of the next morning going through the pictures that Christopher had left with me.

I was a socialite, essentially. From the pictures I saw, I spent a lot of time in beautiful gowns. Exquisite, well fitting gowns in beautiful dark shades.

Christopher was older. I read his biography in a newspaper he had given me. He was thirty-two. He had begun his career with the Ministry in the Department of International Magical Relations. He had quickly worked his way up that and was Head of it by the time he was twenty-six. By the time he was twenty eight, he was working his way up the ranks in the administrative government.

It was predicted that he would succeed Kingsley Shacklebolt as Minister of Magic by the time he was forty.

It was kind of strange, to think of myself as the future First Lady of Magic. I didn't feel like I was that important. But it certainly explained the beautiful gowns and makeup, I thought with a smile.

I also found our wedding announcement in the Daily Prophet. We had gotten engaged two Christmases ago at a party Christopher had thrown at his estate.

The article didn't mention my parents, so I asked Miriam about them the next morning.

"Oh, well," she began. "Your mum passed away about four years ago, I'm afraid. And your dad's retired. He used to be an Auror, like you. A pretty prominent Auror, at that! I believe he lives up in Scotland now."

"Do I have any brothers or sisters?" I asked.

"Nope, just you," she said.

I felt a little sad that I didn't have a mum around, and wondered if my Dad would be my next visitor. I hoped he would be. After all, he was probably in my earliest memories. Maybe a visit from him would dig something up.

"Can I put on real clothing today?" I asked.

"We should test your strength on your knee first," she said. "You'll be able to move better without clothing surrounding it."

Healer Davis came in and determined I was able to stand and walk around the room. It wasn't easy or painless, but I was able to do it. He permitted me the luxury of walking myself to the bathroom in my room, as long as I used a cane.

I was able to get dressed with Miriam's help.

"Christopher had a bag of clothing sent over for you," Miriam said, dropping in on my bag. "And Healer Davis is looking into getting a Pensieve. There's been success in exposing amnesia patients to memories."

That was a little exciting, I thought. Looking through the bag of clothing, I picked out a gray tracksuit. There was not one article of clothing in the bag that wasn't neutral. I had black and gray and brown and navy blue clothes. I wanted something pink or red or at least a pretty shade of blue.

"Miriam?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"I'm going a bit stir crazy," I admitted. "Is there anything I can do, other than look through pictures of myself?"

"In other wards, I would bring you and another patient together so you could play cards or something. But, Anna, we are in the Janus Thickey ward," she explained. "Most of the patients here are permanent residents who have become mentally damaged at some point in their lives. They're probably not who you're looking to socialize with."

I could tell she was thinking. Then with a smile she added, "I will see what I can do."

"Thank you," I said.

She nodded and left. I guessed she was scrounging up a newspaper or something that would entertain me for awhile.

I ate lunch, a bowl of chicken noodle soup. All the food here was very bland. I could tell I was used to more flavorful things. It really was boring, just sitting there.

Miriam returned to collect my lunch trays. "Do you think you're up for a visitor?" she asked. "Not someone from your life. Just someone. Another patient."

I nodded. "Sure," I said.

She seemed happy. She returned about five minutes later with my visitor. I was first surprised by the fact that it was a man. He was shorter than Christopher, but equally nice to look at. He had dark hair that was pretty long and had stubble on his face. He was wearing dark jeans and a worn, soft blue shirt. "Hello," he said. He seemed quiet but friendly.

"Anna, this is Harry," Miriam said. "Harry, this is Anna."

"Hi," I said. She handed him a pack of Exploding Snap cards and left us alone. He sat in the chair next to my bed.

"You have amnesia?" he asked, after a few moments of silence.

"That's what they tell me," I said. "Why are you here? I thought Miriam said that the ward was for people with mental damage."

He blinked once but didn't say anything. I realized how rude that sounded.

"I didn't mean to sound so... obtuse," I explained, and could feel my cheeks grow warm. "I'm still a little new to this interaction thing."

"It's fine," he said, genuinely. "I'm not always very nice to myself. They have me on a medical potion, but it's not widely used. They're keeping me here for a bit to monitor me."

I nodded. That was a little sad to me. He didn't seem that old; he may have been older than me but was definitely younger than Christopher. "What do you do for work?"

"I'm an Auror," he said.

"Oh. I am too," I commented. The fact that he might be connected to me in real life was a little exciting to me. "Or, at least that's what they tell me. Do we work together? Do I know you?"

"You are," he informed me. His voice was kind and I was glad for a little company. "But we don't work directly together. We're acquaintances but we don't really..."

I turned and laid on my side so I could talk to him better. I propped my head up on my elbow. "Did I send you a Christmas card last year?" That seemed like a good judge on where in the acquaintance to friend range we were.

"That's not a good measure. Christopher sends a Christmas card to anyone who either of you even look at every year. But I was invited to your Christmas party, which is a bit of an honor to some people. There's only one hundred and fifty invitations to that."

One hundred and fifty people at a party sounded absolutely suffocating to me. "Wow," I said. "That's a lot of people."

He nodded. "Yes it is."

"Where could we even fit that many people?"

"His estate is very large," he said. "There's a ballroom."

This was all crazy to me. I needed to see it. "Oh my God," I said.

"Overwhelming?" he asked.

"I'm just trying to imagine living in a house that has a ballroom," I admitted.

"It's a bit much, isn't it?" he asked, a small smile appearing upon his face.

"Oh, just a bit?" we both laughed. "Where do you live?"

"An apartment in Muggle London," he shrugged. "I grew up with Muggles."

"Ah," I said. That answered why he would choose to live out there. "Muggles are interesting."

He nodded. "Yeah." A few moments of silence passed between us.

"Wait, if you're an Auror and I'm an Auror, do you know what happened to me? How I ended up in this condition?" I asked, hoping someone could shed some light.

"You're going to have to ask Christopher," he said. "I'm not sure about all the details."

I sighed, and nodded. "Fine," I said.

"Want to play Exploding Snap?" he asked. I could tell he was trying to ease the awkwardness.

I had been looking at the cards every few moments since he came in here. While I wanted something to entertain me, I was embarrassed to admit I didn't remember how to play. "Er..." I began, not sure what I should do.

"Do you remember?" he asked.

I shook my head, "Not quite."

"I'll explain," he said softly, and began to shuffle the deck. "We will have to play a slight variation, as we haven't got wands on us, but we'll make do..." It only took a few minutes to learn the game, it was very simple. But somehow, our game got locked in a stalemate. Eventually, he found a way out and the cards exploded in my face. I knew that it was coming but it was still a shock, and I turned to look at him wide eyed. He started laughing at the expression on my face, and I joined in. It felt really great to be laughing like that.

Miriam came in, followed by Christopher. From the look on Christopher's face, I felt as if I had been doing something wrong. But I hadn't, I'd been playing a simple game with Harry. I watched Christopher and Harry exchange a glace, and Harry stood up. "That was fun, Anna," he said.

I smiled at him, "Yes it was. It was lovely to meet you."

He left with Miriam and Christopher sat down next to me. "You don't like him?" I asked.

Christopher shrugged. "He isn't my favorite person, no."

"Why?" I asked, curiously.

"Long story," he said. "Anyways, I talked to Healer Davis and he's going to give you a small reprieve on Saturday afternoon. He said you're walking now?"

"Yes," I said, triumphantly. "Want to see?"

"No, no, I believe you. Save your energy for Saturday."

"Is it the Christmas party?" I asked.

"No, that's the next weekend," he said. "Wait, how do you know about that?"

"Harry told me," I said, stretching out my arms.

"Ah, lovely," he said, sarcastically. Christopher was an interesting person. I was trying to figure out why he didn't like Harry. "Anyways, from noon time to three on Saturday. It's just a small get together, mostly family."

I wondered if he meant his family or my family. "Will my dad be there? Miriam told me about him... he was an Auror, like me."

"Indeed, he was," Nicholas started. "But I believe he will be busy on Saturday. I don't think he will be there."

That disappointed me, but he said that family would be there. Maybe I had cousins or something who I was close to. "All right," I said. "Oh, could you tell me about the accident now?"

"I don't know all the details," he admitted. "But there was a newspaper article written on it, and I will have that sent over for you in the morning. Essentially, you were out on a mission with your troop that I asked you not to go on, and a spell that someone had cast backfired and you were hurt."

I wondered what the mission was. Hopefully the newspaper article would tell me. "Thank you," I said. He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to it, then held it in his hands, circling the back of it with his thumb.

"I miss you, love," he said. "I can't wait until you're better. It's really hard... at home without you."

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. I did feel bad that I was causing him pain. Even though I wasn't so sure what I had found attractive about him, I did not want to make him hurt.

"It's not your fault," he assured me. "You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"They said they might be getting me a Pensieve to look at memories," I informed him, hoping that it would cheer him up a little.

"Ah, yes. I heard," he said. "If that's the case, I will probably take tomorrow afternoon off and show you some memories. Today I just took my lunch hour later."

"Thank you for visiting me," I said.

"Is there anything I can get you in here? I simply cannot imagine having to lay in a bed all day," he said.

I took a moment to think about what I wanted. "Clothing," I decided.

"I thought I had clothing sent over," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"You did," I said. "But if it's not too much of an issue, could I have some clothing that isn't a neutral color? I'd love something colorful."

He nodded, "All right." He looked a bit unsure, though. "If that's what you would like, I will have a catalog of clothing sent over and you can pick what you'd like out. I will send for them and bring them with me when I come tomorrow."

"Thank you, Christopher," I said.

"I've got to leave now, though, if you don't mind. I've got a meeting with the Minister."

"No, that's fine," I said. "Don't keep the Minister waiting on my account."

He kissed my cheek and then he was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was tired, which was a welcome addition to bored. I spend the night going through a clothing catalog that had arrived just after dinner. I was amazed at the prices, but remembered he has a ballroom in his house. I chose only a few outfits; a skirt and a pair of pants, along with a few shirts.

It was a good day, overall, I thought, and I went on to be happy.

Author's Note: Here's chapter two :) Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, it really means a lot to me. I just wanted to do a shout out thanks to my beta, karmonblake, for making this story much easier to read :) Thank you! I'll update with the next chapter soon. Merry Christmas to all those celebrating it!