*Happy August! So much has happened in a month, huh? I mean I have to give congrats to Jodie Whittaker as being the new Doctor! I am so excited! This chapter was meant for HP's birthday yesterday (and J.K. Rowling's too) but I didn't have time to post it, so here it is!

I hope your summer has been fun, I know that some people start school in a couple of weeks, so good luck to you. I know that the total solar eclipse will be visible in some parts of the States, and I'm sad because I live in Canada so... Anyway, I hope you enjoy that chapter, and I know that nobody reads AN's anyway...

Clara and Ginny sat quietly next to each other, scribbling quick notes about this charm and that. Easter was coming up, and so were tests and a pile of homework to accompany. Clara picked a piece of chocolate off of an enormous chocolate Easter egg Mrs. Weasley had kindly sent to her. One thing Clara loved the magical world was just how tasty their chocolate was.

"I feel bad for Hermione," Ginny sighed, putting her quill down. "I mean, have you seen the hate mail she's been getting these past few weeks?"

Ginny was probably referring to the fact that ever since Rita Skeeter's Witch Weekly article about Hermione and her so-called "relationship" with Harry, people had been sending her Howlers, poisoned letters, and nasty notes. Mrs. Weasley must have read the article as well, for she had only sent Hermione a small chocolate egg.

"It's awful," Clara agreed, "Especially since it's painfully obvious that she and Ron belong together."

"Ew Clara, don't make me think of my baby brother like that."

"He's older than you Ginny."

"Yeah, but ten years dumber."

Clara and Ginny chuckled and decided to rest for a bit from their homework. Ginny glanced down at Clara's leg. "Is it feeling better?"

None of them had really talked about what occurred in that… simulation. John, the least. There was a burn on Clara's leg that had left a red scar after a few weeks. She was wearing her uniform pants more often too.

"It's fine now, I guess," she said while subconsciously rubbing her leg. "But I'm not going to lie, that was a scary experience. I guess we should've known it wasn't real but… it still hurt, obviously," Clara patted her leg. "But I'm more worried about John. He seems off…"

Ginny grimaced, "You're right. I haven't had a proper conversation with him in weeks. Schools going to be over in a couple months… I want to spend it with my friends."

"Yeah, but you saw how the thing affected him. John has always been… unique and extraordinary but he just seems sad now. He has been, since like Christmas."

"What?" Ginny asked.

Clara shrugged. "I don't know, he left during the Yule Ball, and when I found him he was really upset." She didn't mention that she had found John silently crying, or rather John had found her with Harry– she wasn't going to mention that either.

"Do you know why?"

"He mentioned something about like, repressed memories. Like he was forgetting something or maybe someone really important," she paused. "I'm not sure, but that whole thing where we found the blue box really affected him. He barely talks to me anymore, he doesn't do his school work, and he's so wound up in his own world!"

"We should tell Madam Pomfrey," Ginny said, worried.

"I kinda want to… but I feel as though it's wrong! John did say he was fine… And well, if what he says is true about the repressed memories…"

"... We should tell a teacher about it?" Ginny finished.

"No! Yes? I don't know," Clara slumped. "But somehow, seeing what he saw triggered him in some sort. I think that whatever he's got repressed in that brain of his is coming back. I'm worried though."

"But if he gets these 'memories' back, isn't that good?" Ginny asked while toying with a quill in her hand.

Clara shrugged. "Some people forget things because they're too horrible to remember. That's why I'm so worried. What if he remembers something horrible and is never the same again?"

"We'll be there for him," Ginny assured Clara. "We're his friends, you and John are the ultimate companions. And with a redhead like me," she stroked her hair, "there is nothing we can't figure out."

One week passed, Clara and Ginny plopped their bags on either side of John as usual and stared at him expectantly. Silence.

Clara prodded his shoulder, "John?" He was reading a book, again.

"Mhmm?"

"Ginny and I are here…"

"Hello."

Ginny sighed and punched him forcefully on his right arm, causing him to wince. "Okay, you have been down in the dumps for weeks now and I for one, will not tolerate it."

"I'm at school, that is a logical reason to be 'down in the dumps.' Besides, I love reading." John never tore his eyes away from his book.

"Come on, you can't just read all day! Granted, it's probably good for your marks but you need to be social," Clara urged.

John's eyes widened. "You're right, I can't spend all day reading."

Clara smiled, "See? I knew you'd come around– oh."

John flipped through every single page, and in an instant, he placed the book down. "There, now to apply my new knowledge into the real world. Has anyone got a dragon?"

"Hold on Daenerys, you did not just finish that book!" Clara declared, astounded.

"I did, now will you leave me alone? I've got some experiments to finish."

"Why don't we help you with one of these experiments?" Ginny interjected. "As long as there are no dragons, of course."

"I'm afraid your human mind would not be able to handle the complexity of what I will be attempting to accomplish…"

"Hey!" Clara whined, somewhat insulted. "Human minds? My Terran brain can handle anything and everything your space-head throws at me!"

"My space-head?" Ginny laughed at John's reaction.

The redhead ruffled John's hair. "Oh, come on. You've gotta admit, you're a bit… alien. I think it's the Scottish bit of you."

"Oh oh, you've got a Scottish accent and suddenly everyone's a critic!" John exclaimed.

Clara and Ginny burst into laughter. "It's nice to have you back," Clara stated.

"What do you mean…?"

Ginny shrugged, "You've just been so down lately, we thought it might have had something to do with our little adventure in the dungeon. We're just glad to have our dweeb friend back."

He sniffled slightly, "Our adventure affected me in no manner. I'm perfectly fine, just often preoccupied with matters of a higher caliber than you would even begin to fathom."

Clara felt the urge to ask what she had been wondering for awhile now. "And what about the… memories?"

"What?" He glanced at Ginny. "Does Ginger know?"

"Of course I know! Clara wouldn't keep something so big and important like this away from me!" Ginny declared. Clara smiled weakly.

"Well at least I now know why Clara's hair isn't big," John muttered. Clara rolled her eyes.

"So? Have you figured anything out?" She asked.

John sucked a breath. "No. I don't think heading to Madam Pomfrey's is a good idea either… I have a feeling this isn't magic I'm dealing with."

"Then what could make you lose that much memory and affect you like this?" Ginny asked. "I mean, from what Clara told me… You have flashbacks and slip into daydreams and trances. When you were in our year before you skipped… Clara mentioned you would sometimes mention things like you were hypnotized."

"I still have those moments, but there are certain triggers…"

Clara straightened, immediately worried. "What kind of triggers?"

"When we were in the dungeon… and you saw those gold circles?" Clara and Ginny nodded. "Well," continued John, "reading that language sort of made me have these flashbacks… I tried looking in the library for such a language, but nothing came up. Nada."

Clara tapped her fingers against the table. "Maybe you could ask the ancient runes professor?"

"I doubt that anyone will know the language. It's untranslatable," John replied matter-of-factly.

Ginny and Clara jumped, and John's eyes widened. "Oh," Clara said. "Did you just–"

"Yeah, I think I did."

"You remembered something?" Ginny said anxiously.

"Nothing much… just that midget fact…"

"You just told us a language is untranslatable! Is that even possible?" Clara exclaimed.

"You know when I signed up for Hogwarts, this wasn't what I was expecting of my education," Ginny sighed.

Clara felt her insides glowing, her excitement was rising as well. "This is fantastic! I mean, if we keep presenting these triggers to John maybe he'll remember more and we can figure out what's happening!"

John looked at Cara closely. "Don't you remember what I said on Christmas?" Clara felt a shudder run down her spine. "Have you seen things? Things you couldn't explain?"

"I think there is the reason why we were both impacted that night, on Christmas" John began.

"No…" Clara would not accept it.

"What?" Ginny stared at Clara like she was from another planet. "Do you mean..?"

"I think Clara has the exact same condition as I do."