A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter.
Sounds of movement woke her. Opening her eyes she glanced around her room. It was currently empty except for herself. The pain had lessened and she slowly sat up, taking stock of what she could feel. As they had said her feet were healed. She gently tugged the blanket off of them to look. They didn't look any different than she remembered.
She wished she had a mirror so she could check her appearance, see how bad she looked after whatever had happened. She reached up and touched her hair, it was shorter than she'd thought it would be. A flash of memory shot through her thoughts, brushing her hair, it was down to her shoulders.
"Don't you think you should cut it? It's getting kind of unruly."
"I like it like this," she had responded.
She blinked her eyes and the memory was gone.
"I did have longer hair. Why did I cut it?" she asked the empty room. She looked around noticing a door to her right. Hoping it was the bathroom, she carefully slid out of bed. She hadn't been restrained, which she thought was a good thing.
"I guess they don't think I'm dangerous. Am I dangerous?" she asked herself walking on her bare feet to the door. The floor wasn't cold, so she figured it must be magically warmed, or it just wasn't cold here. She shivered remembering the dark room, the cold and damp.
The door did in fact turn out to be a bathroom. Smiling, she relieved herself and walked over to the sink. Hanging above the sink was a small mirror. She took a deep breath before looking into it. She wasn't sure what she'd see exactly, but she didn't want to be too scared to look.
She sighed with relief, for the most part she looked like herself. Her hair was shorter, coming to her ears. It was still red. Her eyes looked normal. Other than her hair being shorter, nothing else seemed to have changed.
"I'm still me," she whispered.
"Are you alright?" She made her way back to her bed. One of the healers was standing in her room.
"I'm fine. Just had to use the loo," she stated.
"We still haven't been able to determine what happened to you. Have any of your memories returned?"
"I used to have longer hair."
"Do you remember your name? Where you're from, who your parents are? We need to contact them since you're not of age. Do you know how old you are?"
"Fifteen," she answered without pausing. She blinked.
"Yes, we definitely need to contact your parents before proceeding. Do you remember their names? Anything?" She shook her head.
"I'll have some breakfast sent in," the healer stated leaving the room and the girl with more questions than before.