Revelation

Clarity's eyes fluttered open. She instantly squinted as she glanced up at the bright florescent lights. The sanitized smell of the hospital burned deep her nostrils. She looked down, only to find herself in a white hospital gown, covered in bandages. A periodic beeping sound was coming from somewhere behind the bed, irritating her incredibly.

"She's awake!" Clarity heard someone shout from the hall, followed by a pair a foot steps entering her tiny room. A motherly-looking nurse came into Clarity's sight first. She started to check all bandages and with a quick wave of her wand, sent a wave of fresh air into Clarity's lungs. A Healer came in after her, looking extremely happy. They were both dressed in white with a little symbol above their chests.

"How are you feeling, dear?" asked the Healer as he checked off several things on his clipboard and ran his thin fingers through his oily hair. Clarity stared up at him for a moment while figuring out what to say. She felt a stabbing pain coming from somewhere inside her head and her arm felt a little tingly.

"My head hurts," complained Clarity as she tried to lift her hand to her head, only to find that her arm wasn't responding. She looked up worriedly at the Healer as he made googly eyes at the nurse. She didn't seem to notice as she continued analysing Clarity.

"Yes, I suspected your head might hurt a bit. You've been hit by powerful spell," said the Healer, looking over at Clarity briefly before going back to reading his clipboard. "I have to run a few tests to see how much of your memory is still intact."

Clarity scanned her mind, trying to remember the past events. All she could remember were some bright flashing colours. She tried to dig deeper but came up with nothing, but her name. Clarity Volta, she thought as panic started to build inside her. She couldn't remember anything.

"Okay, your bandages are fine and your bleeding has stopped so we can seal the wounds" said the motherly nurse. "We are going to start the memory test in a few minutes."

The nurse walked out of the room leaving Clarity with the blond Healer. She looked at him with wide eyes as she realised how little she knew about her past. My name is Clarity Volta, reviewed Clarity. I come from...Okay, next. My parents are...Oh forget it.

The nurse came rushing back into the room, with a clipboard of her own. "Honey, what is your name?" she questioned, kindly.

"Clarity Volta," answered Clarity, confident that she was at least going to get that question right. She felt a weird sensation building in her chest as if she needed to say something else but she couldn't form the words in her mind.

"That's correct!" announced the nurse. "Where do you come from, Clarity?"

"I–don't–know," mumbled Clarity as tears started to form in her eyes. "What happened to me?" she added as she looked up at the worried face of the nurse.

"You stumbled in here by yourself and collapsed onto the head nurse's desk," answered the nurse the concern deepening in her eyes. "There were reports of a wizarding battle not far off and the Hit Wizards thought you might have been part of it but no one else was found."

Wizarding battle, remembered Clarity, a smile spreading over her pretty features, I'm a witch.

The Healer looked at Clarity, taken back by her sudden mood change. He jotted a few more notes down on his clipboard before sitting down on the chair next to her bed. He surveyed her expression for a few seconds before beginning.

"Clarity, do you remember anything about your parents?" he asked as he gently placed his hand on her bed.

"No," whispered Clarity, staring down at the bed. For some reason she couldn't bring herself to look the Healer in the eye. "Do you know who they are?"

"No," answered the Healer, sounding genuinely sad. Clarity looked at him as a numb feeling set over her body. She had no where to go. No one to turn to and she couldn't remember anything. Her thought process was interrupted by a man walking into her room.

Clarity could immediately tell that he wasn't a Healer at the hospital. This man was dressed in plain clothing, mostly shades of brown. He had messy, red hair and his eyes were a warm brown. He also had a smile spread across his face that wrinkled his lined face even more. The man nodded briefly at the Healer before making his way towards Clarity.

"Hello, Clarity, I am Arthur Weasley," said the man, kindly. He waved his wand and a chair flew across the room. He clumsily sat down and turned his attention back to Clarity. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm okay," mumbled Clarity, confused by the strangers kindness. "My head just hurts a bit."

Arthur nodded his head understandingly. "Clarity, you were hit by a very powerful memory charm. From what we can tell the person who hit you with the charm made sure not to erase your name," he explained.

Clarity took a few seconds to mull over the information before asking, "Why would they do that? Why just not erase everything all together?" A few thousand questions flooded Clarity's mind and she had to bite her tongue to stop them from making themselves audible.

"We don't know. Though, our best guess is that they want to be able to find you later on," replied Arthur as his smile vanished from his face. "I came here to ask you if you would like a place to stay?"

Clarity felt her spirit lift as she realised that she would actually have a place to stay. She tried to lift her hand to touch the man but she remembered that she wasn't able to move.

"I would love a place to stay," she replied as she tried to wiggle her toes to no avail. "Uh, I have a question," Clarity added as she looked back at the Healer.

"Yes, dear," he said looking at Clarity, his worry lines deepening.

"Why can't I move?" she asked anxiously.

"Oh," mumbled the Healer as relief flooded his aged face. "I completely forgot to take the spell off you. I placed it on you incase you didn't remember who you were and became violent."

He calmly waved his wand and smiled at Clarity. She promptly lifted her hand to touch her face but let it fall after a white-hot pain seared through her shoulder and all the way down to her bandage-covered palm. "Ah," she breathed as the pain began to escalate.

The Healer noticed the agony in Clarity's eyes and quickly summoned a turquoise potion. He handed it to Clarity only to snatch it back a second later as she almost dropped it on the ground. The Healer swiftly motioned for her to sit up and Arthur leaned in to help her. Once she was in a seated position the Healer tipped the potion into her mouth. Clarity felt the pain subside instantly and she lifted her hand again to touch her jet-black hair.

Arthur's smile returned to his face as he said, "Well, it's decided then. You will be checked out of the hospital in a few days and I'll come and get you then. I'll take you to Grimmauld Place and we will decide everything there. There are some people around your age there so you should feel right at home."

Clarity nodded as Arthur mumbled, "see you in a couple of days," and got up. With one last smile he walked out the door.

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The morning light streaked through Hermione's window as she looked up from her working desk. She hadn't realised that she had worked through the night. Hermione leaned back in her chair and stretched out her back. She was about to go back to her work when the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house.

Hermione glanced at her clock before getting up from her chair and making her way downstairs. She was in the process of wondering who would arrive at five-thirty in the morning when she realised she had left her wand on her desk. She was about to go back and get it when Arthur Weasley came into her view.

"Hermione," he whispered, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake anyone."

Hermione raised her hand to protest but her words died in her throat as a girl came out from behind Arthur. She had long black hair and massive green eyes. She was wearing what Hermione recognised to be 's robes though she was obviously not a Healer. Hermione smiled at the visitor as Arthur gestured for her to walk into the sitting room with them. Once everyone was seated Arthur began.

"Hermione, this is Clarity Volta," he introduced as Clarity smiled at Hermione timidly. "She will be staying with us while we try and get her memory back."

Hermione nodded understandingly as she returned Clarity's small smile with a kind one of her own. She could tell that the girl was already nervous so she tried her best to make her feel welcome. "Is she going to be sharing my room?" asked Hermione.

"Yes, I was just going to get to that," informed Arthur his voice rising slightly. "Clarity will sleep on the second bed in your room and if you don't mind can you lend her some of your clothes?"

"Of course," answered Hermione as she turned her head at the footsteps echoing from the stairs. Fred stumbled into the room half-awake, rubbing his eyes. He froze immediately as he saw Clarity.

"Hello," he mumbled as he smiled at Clarity and reached his hand out to shake hers. After a few more awkward seconds Fred mumbled something about water and walked out of the sitting room.

"That charming man was Arthur's son Fred," explained Hermione with a slight laugh. "Why don't I show you to my room you must be tired."

Hermione stood up and motioned towards the stairs. The girls walked up the stairs and into Hermione's room, leaving Arthur downstairs. Clarity sat down on the small wooden chair while Hermione scrambled to make the second bed. She pulled a sheet over the mattress, threw two pillows onto it and finished by throwing a wool blanket over the bed. Hermione then walked over to her dresser and pulled out an old pair of pyjamas. She handed them to Clarity who mumbled a few words of thanks.

"You can change in the bathroom," said Hermione. "It's just down the hall to your left."

Clarity nodded in response and stumbled out of the small room clumsily. Hermione smiled to herself as she watched her walk out. It always made her happy when she knew that someone needed her. Hermione layed down on her own bed instantly succumbing to the soft mattress. She intended to wait for Clarity to come back before going to sleep but she was extremely tired after staying up all night. Hermione felt her eyes close as she drifted into an easy sleep.

Clarity walked back into Hermione's room only to find Hermione fast asleep. She picked up her blanket of the floor and gently placed it over Hermione. Clarity wasn't really tired as she had just slept at the hospital. She was looking around the room for something to do when an old tattered notebook caught her eye. Clarity picked it up and opened it to the page that was folded over. There was a relatively new newspaper clipping taped to the page.

Mysterious Society Discovered

On Tuesday, the 21st of August, the Ministry of Magic Aurors were sent to an abandoned house in London. There was fear that Death Eaters had been taking residence there as bright flashes and loud bangs were reported. The Aurors made their way into the house only to stumble upon a large group of wizards. The wizards were all sitting around a large table with a few dozen papers lying across it. A few Aurors seized the papers suspecting a plotted assassination on the minister of magic. What they soon realised was that the papers were actually plotting a take over but not a take over of the ministry. The group was plotting to take over You-Know-Who's Death Eaters. They wanted to rule the world with their own evil scheme. Of course the group was apprehended and taken to Azkaban. They call themselves the Newfold and...

Clarity slammed the notebook shut and threw it back onto the table as Hermione moaned in her sleep. Clarity let out a sigh as Hermione rolled over but decided not to take anymore chances. These people were being kind to her for no apparent reason the last thing she needed was for them to think she was some kind of spy. Clarity layed down on her own bed and stretched out her back. She stared at the ceiling trying to figure out what the newspaper clipping could possibly mean. Clarity was scanning her mind for clues when the door to the room swung open. In the doorway stood a tall and lanky red-haired boy. He looked at Clarity with a confused expression and then at the sleeping Hermione. Clarity felt a little flutter in her chest when the boys green eyes pierced hers once again.

"Hello," mumbled the boy. "Who are you?"

Clarity let out a light giggle and said, "I'm Clarity Volta. Arthur offered to let me stay here as I have no where else to go."

"I see," answered the boy. "Well, welcome to Grimmauld Place, Clarity. I am Ron Weasley, Arthur's son," he added as he reached out his hand to shake Clarity's. Clarity's heart skipped a few beats as their hands made contact. Ron looked awkwardly around the room for a moment before saying, "I came here to see if Hermione was awake but seeing that she's not why don't you come downstairs and I'll get you some breakfast. I'm sure my mums up by now. The woman doesn't sleep past six."

Clarity laughed and followed Ron down the stairs, still in Hermione's tattered pyjamas. When they came downstairs, they saw that Molly was in fact awake was making breakfast over the stove. Ron quickly introduced Clarity to Molly and took a seat around the large dining table. Clarity followed his lead and took a seat in the chair across from him.

"Is this your house?" asked Clarity as she looked around the dark dining room.

"No, it's Harry's house. We used to live at the Burrow but it isn't safe anymore," explained Ron sadness etched in his features.

"Oh, does Harry live here too?" asked Clarity wondering how many people could fit in this house.

"Oh yeah, Harry lives here and so do most of my brothers except and my little sister," said Ron. "And of course Hermione but that's only temporary. She's going back to her parents after this war is over."

Clarity nodded as about a hundred more questions sprung up in her mind. There is going to be a war? She shuttered involuntarily at the word even though she couldn't exactly remember the meaning.

Footsteps coming from the stairs caused Clarity to forget her thoughts as she looked around to see who it was. A boy came down the stairs. Harry Potter. The name rang clearly in Clarity's mind although she was sure she had never met the boy. Suddenly, Clarity's mind went blank. She was looking around in confusion trying to remember where she was when a powerful memory hit her. Clarity felt of her chair and grunted in pain as the images filled her head. She started to scream in pain as the memory got more vivid. Then everything just disappeared; everything except the pain. Clarity felt her consciousness slipping as the familiar faces disappeared in front of her eyes to be replaced by darkness.