Let me just say that going by Floo Powder was an awful decision. It made my stomach feel so sick after!
For some reason I felt like I remembered traveling by Floo. It was like my memory was coming back very quickly. It was strange.
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I was dropped off and my 'mother', or as she called herself said goodbye to me and did a sort of disappearing act. Somewhere in my mind I knew it was called Disapparating. As I sat on my bed I thought, "Maybe my memory is coming back. But how?"
I figured I would ask Poppy or a Healer about it in the morning. I striipped my clothes I had been wearing. They were of a sturdy material. I didn't know what. It maybe it was wool. I let it slide to the floor and pulled on a purple pajama top and black pajama pants.
I laid back down of the bed feeling like I was an owl because I was wide awake. I don't remember falling asleep so a Healer might of given me something to cause me to sleep.
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When I woke up, light was streaming in ribbons through the thin curtains.
"Where am I?" I wondered aloud. I felt like I had been here before for something but I couldn't remember what. I could remember why I was in this unfamiliar place though. I had lost my memory.
I got up from my warm bed reluctantly and showered quickly. An outfit had been laid out on the bed while I was showering by someone. I quickly dressed in the tartan shirt and jeans.
I was beginning to get hungry and lonely. I figured I could see if anybody was awake in my ward and maybe chat with them.
I managed to find a female Healer and by the time I finished talking with her and went back into my room a breakfast had arrived for me to eat. I ate quickly.
I became bored very quickly. I had nothing to do here. So, I chose to go on a walk around the building.
I did meet some very odd and peculiar people. One man I met had the same problem as me, but it was a backfiring Memory Charm that put him in hospital. He did spark a small memory of an incompetent man that looked like him teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts. I remembered hating him because of how vain he was during class. He would just be going on and on about doing all these things that I didn't believe he did. He's about as self centered as a Hippogriff. I don't know where that memory came from but, it was a sign my memory was coming back at a rapid rate.
Days passed by like this over and over. I was getting tired of it. I decided that I would work harder to regain all of my memory.
Hi guys. So this is more like a filler chapter than my usual longer ones. I'll be uploading the fourth chapter very soon. All right belong to JK Rowling but the plot and Rose are my own creation. I'm just borrowing Ms. Rowling's world that she has created. Should I write a sequel to this? I would love to hear your opinions on it. Remember to follow, favorite, and review! Bye for now!