Day after day I tried to jog my memory with picture albums mum had given me. I know believed her when she said that she was my mum. There was proof in my face and pictures. I felt sorry for her because I did find a few sad momentoes stored in the photo album. One of the pictures was a birth announcement but it also had a death date. I looked closer to it and I found that I had a little stillborn sister named Belladonna. It was dated as July twenty-third of nineteen-eightynine. I didn't know how she died in the womb and caused her to be stillborn.
I also found a small collage of the man who had been my father. I guessed it was most likely from his funeral.
I actually cried as I looked through the numerous picture albums because I could barely remember the people in them. I did find one picture that intrigued me.
It was from my Sorting ceremony. The memory came flooding back to me like it was yesterday.
"You have a bright mind my dear. Just like your mother... but you are also very kind like a Hufflepuff, cunning like a Slytherin, and brave like a Gryffindor." The Sorting Hat muttered in my ear.
"Please Ravenclaw." I whispered in my tiny eleven year old voice.
"Ravenclaw? You do have the wise mind that could put you in Ravenclaw but your caring and kindness nearly rival it." The hat said in my ear.
"Ravenclaw," I said again.
"Very well then it better be RAVENCLAW!" The hat shouted to the crowd of older students and the students that were still waiting to be Sorted.
I carefully took the hat off to an uproar of applause from what I knew was the Ravenclaw table and set the old hat back on its stool. I calmly walked to the table and sat down.
The flashback ended right there. I knew I must have made some friends because there were pictures of the young me with other children and teenagers doing everything. There were quite a few from what I guessed had been a sleepover during the winter holidays from when we had been on break. One of the picture made me laugh loudly because me and the friends in it were covered with flour and what looked like pizza dough. I was getting ready to throw what looked like a large chunk of dough covered tomato sauce at another girl. I was covered with flour and there were peppers in my hair. It looked like we had gotten in a food fight.
I was remembering a thousand little details in memories but, one day I found a ring on my ring finger. I didn't know what it meant or who gave it to me.
Whenever I tried to remember who gave it to me a man with a blurred face came up in my memories. I couldn't remember who he was. I knew in my heart that I loved him deeply.
"What is your name? Who are you?" I thought to myself as I looked at his pictures.
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Days passed without any answers to my many questions.
"Mum," I said one day, "Who is this?" I pointed at one of the pictures of the man I couldn't recognize.
"That's your fiance Rosie. His name's Neville. You two got engaged last August before your accident," Mum answered me. "You wouldn't shut up about the engagement." She added laughing.
"Was I really that bad about it?" I asked. I already knew I got excited easily.
"Yes. You were." Mum said.
There was a sharp rap at the door.
"Who is that Rosie Posie?" Mum asked curiously.
"I don't know," I replied truthfully.
I got up and opened the door. There standing in the doorway was the man from the pictures, Neville.
"Hello dear. I'm sorry I couldn't come and see you sooner." He said. Neville was definitely good looking with his blonde hair and blue eyes. He a round sort of face and chubbiness left from childhood but he was definitely cute in my mind.
He leaned in for a kiss but I pushed him away.
"Why?" He asked me hurt.
"I barely remember you Neville. I remember almost nothing of our relationship. All I remember is being engaged." I explained.
"You must be joking." He said still hurt by my previous actions.
"No she isn't Mr Longbottom," Mum said standing up and striding over to us. "Rose even told me herself that she barely remembers you."
"I'm sorry but it's true Neville." I told him.
"Isn't your memory coming back though? Surely you must remember me," Neville asked in hopes of what he wanted to hear.
"It is but, I remember almost nothing without some sort of trigger." I said.
"Like me telling you about your stillborn sister and you remember what your reaction was to when Severus and I had told you about my pregnancy," Mum offered as an example. "I remember that day clearly. Severus found it hilarious."
"I remember bits and pieces of it. I do remember Dad laughing like a hyena though, but don't go all nostalgic Mum." I said rolling my eyes mentally.
Neville smiled at me.
"He's definitely cute," I thought to myself. "No, not cute. More like adorable!"
He looked at his watch.
"I should be getting to work Rosie Posie. Do I get a kiss goodbye?"
Immediately I was bombarded by flickers of memories of us snogging. I knew Neville was a good kisser.
"Yes, you do." I walked over to him and stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the lips receiving a kiss in return.
Mum coughed as a signal she was still there. We both blushed and our cheeks were as red as fire trucks.
"I still here you two." She said.
"Sorry Professor McGonagall," Neville said still blushing like a boy caught snogging his girlfriend by her mother.
"Sorry Mum." I apologized.
"Goodbye Rosie and Professor McGonagall." He said and with that he left the room.
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A couple hours later Mum left as well leaving me alone in my room. It was nearing night and I was getting hungry again even though Mum and I ate dinner together.
I found a map of Saint Mungo's on the nurse's station. I quickly looked to where the kitchens were and they were all the way in the basement.
I put the map back where I found it and went on my way to the kitchens.
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I made my way down the levels of stairs and soon found myself in the basement. I walked quickly to the kitchens not watching where I was stepping.
Hi guys. So this fanfic is almost over. Only one more chapter left to publish. Should I write a sequel to this? All right belong to JK Rowling but I'm only borrowing a small bit from her. Rose and the plot are my own creations so they belong to me. Remember to follow, favorite and review! I really like getting those reviews. Bye for now!