"Can you tell me your name?" A young man, who I had been told was a healer-in-training, asked. I had been taken to St. Mungo's after my "mental breakdown", as the healers had called it, and over fifteen healers had asked me the same question.
"Um…let me think…NO!!" I said exasperatedly. "I didn't know it the first sixteen thousand times you asked me, and I'm not going to know it now."
"Okay, can you remember anything?" The man tried again. Dark blurry images and faint voices invaded my mind. I sighed, "Nothing definite. Just whispers and dark shapes."
"Can you understand the whispers?" I nodded, "What are they saying?"
I paused before repeating what I could hear, "resist the nargles, we love you, music to my ears, and Ginny."
"Are they all same voice?" The healer-in-training asked.
I shook my head negative. "They are all different."
"What can you tell me about the voices?"
"The first one is a girl and she kind of talks as though she is in a trance. The second voice is guy. His voice his really familiar, but I can't place him. The third voice is a man, and he sounds menacing." I had a sudden flash of a black diary and a dark-haired young man. The look on the young man's face gave me chills. I shook my head trying to get rid of the man's face. "Um…the last voice is a girl, and she's calling for someone."
"Who do you think the last girl is calling?"
"Someone named Ginny, I'd assume." I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Do you know anyone named Ginny?" The healer-in-training asked, watching me carefully.
"I don't know anybody's name." I paused and unclear voice inside my head said Tom. "Do I know someone named Tom?" I asked.
He looked at me confusedly, "Do you?"
The dark-haired young man's face filled my mind again, but I knew I had never seen him before. "No, I guess not."
"Okay," he gave me another weird look, "I'm going to go get the head healer." The healer-in-training left the room and I followed him to the door. I saw him talking to an older woman dressed in a healer's uniform. "She told me she saw blurry images and heard faint voices." The woman standing with him nodded and said something I couldn't hear. "Then, she asked me if she knew someone named Tom." The head healer, who I assumed was the older woman, started walking towards my room. "Does she know someone named Tom?" She asked. "Not that I know of, and none of her family or friends are named Tom." He replied. "Alright, I'll go talk to her."
I hurried back into my room and sat on my bed trying to look as though I hadn't been eavesdropping. "Hello, I'm Healer Janelle," she said introducing herself.
"Hi, I'm…" It seemed as though I was going to say something, but my name just wouldn't come to me. "I'm someone."
Healer Janelle gave me a kind smile, "I can safely assume you are tired of people asking your name?" I nodded gratefully. "Well, dear, your birth certificate says your name is Ginerva and, from what I have been told, your friends call you Ginny."
"Um, Healer Janelle, will I ever get my memory back?"
"I don't know. Some people just wake up one day and remember. Others' memories are triggered by words, people, and places. Unfortunately, a good portion of memory loss victims never regain their memories." My hopeful face fell quickly. "I'm sure that won't happen to you. You'll get your memory back, Ginny."
"Hmm…Ginny," the name seemed to fit.
After another hour or so, my family was allowed in to see me.
"Ginny," several voices said happily.
"Hi," I replied uncertainly.
I heard whispering about me not being able to remember anything. The older lady from earlier sat down in the chair next to my bed, "I'm Molly and I'm your mom." I nodded not knowing what to say. "I'm your father, Arthur," the older man told me. The people in my room took the time to introduce themselves: Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, and Ron.
I felt like something was missing, "I'm sorry for asking, but who is Fred?" The group of people in my room looked down sadly. "I shouldn't have asked." I tried to sink into my bed and disappear.
The man named George answered, "He was my twin."
I pictured two boys, who looked exactly alike, "Shh…we're planning a prank Ginny," one said. "If you keep talking, we're going to get caught." The other said.
"Pranks?" George looked up at me surprised. The sight of the boys disappeared and I glanced at George, "I'm sorry for asking; I shouldn't have brought it up."
His eyes clouded over, but he didn't lose the startled look. "You needed to know. I'm going to go for a walk." George didn't even wait for a response, he just left.
Ron, I think that was what he said his name was, asked me if I would like to see Hermione and Harry. Neither of their names rang a bell, but I said sure anyway.
When my family I couldn't remember left, Ron walked in with the brunette, who had hugged me, and the black-haired boy I had slapped.
"Ginny, how are you? Can you remember anything?" The brunette asked.
"Hermione," the girl looked happy that I knew her name, and I felt bad. "Ron told me your name right before you came in," I explained. "I'm as fine as I can be for not having any memories, and no, I can't remember anything."
"Hello, Ginny." Harry said. I could see he was sporting a red hand print from when I smacked him.
"Sorry, you know, for slapping you." I said and he blushed.
Ron, Harry, and Hermione spent the next couple of hours reminiscing about our school days, but I couldn't remember any of it. At first it frustrated me, but then I zoned out.
"Hey, Hermione remember in third year when Professor McGonagall gave you the time-turner." Harry said.
Ron asked, "Is that how you got to all your classes?" Hermione nodded, "You time-traveled? That's awesome!"
Time-traveling?
"It was how we freed Sirius." Hermione said.
"Yeah, I got to watch 'Mione punch Malfoy twice," Harry said happily. "Whatever happened to the time-turner?"
"McGonagall gave it to Dumbledore for safe keeping."
They switched topics, again to something I knew nothing about, and I lost interest in their reminiscing.