A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, and if I was making money off this I wouldn't be completely broke.
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Breakfast was eggs, toast, and a cup of juice. She ate every crumb, suddenly starving. She didn't know when she'd last eaten. While she ate, she could feel someone watching her. Once she finished, she pushed the tray onto the bedside table. She closed her eyes, leaning against the back of her bed. She tried to remember her name, something about who she was. It was all blank.
Sighing she pulled at the things she did remember, her age, her hair, the hazy memory of someone with dark hair. She focused on that one trying to bring it to the surface, make any part of clearer. She was pretty sure the person was a wizard, but who? Dark hair, maybe glasses? Her head was starting to hurt. She opened her eyes, tears falling from her cheeks.
"May I come in?" a voice called from the door. It was the healer from earlier.
"I guess," she answered. Her voice still sounded a little hoarse. "What's wrong with my voice?"
"Your throat was completely raw, it looks like you were screaming for a long time." She nodded wishing she could remember.
"What can you tell me about what's happened to me?" she asked knowing the healer didn't know much more than her.
"In short, it looks like you might have been tortured. There were cuts on your arms and legs. The soles of your feet, and your toes, were damaged to the point of nerve damage. Your throat is raw, along with your knuckles. Most of these injuries we healed last night when you were brought in. The clothing you were wearing was mostly tatters of fabric. You are malnourished and dehydrated." She nodded. None of this was surprise somehow.
"What about..." she hesitated to say the words.
"You were not raped as far as we can tell. There was no real internal damage, a few broken ribs, but those were easily repaired. Every scan agrees with you that you are about fifteen years of age. Do you remember anything about school? Do you go to Hogwarts?" The name of the school triggered something. A castle, large hoops, laughter.
"I think I've been there."
"Good, that gives us a place to start. I would also like your permission to do some blood tests, see if we can find your family that way, I know they must be worried." She nodded.
"Okay. I'm sorry I'm not much help."
"It's alright. We'll see about scheduling those tests this afternoon, maybe after lunch. For now, just rest. Is there anything I can bring you?"
"A notebook? Something to write with, so I can jot down anything I remember?" The healer nodded leaving the room. She blinked back tears again. Had she always been this helpless?
"Who am I?" she asked the empty room before laying back and falling asleep.