A/N: I still do not own Harry Potter.
Yes, we are getting closer to the identity of our mystery girl. No, she is not an OC! Leave me your guesses in your reviews!
"Miss?" She opened her eyes slowly, yawning. She'd been having a nice dream about, she couldn't remember the details, but there had been a guy and he'd liked her.
"Five more minutes, Mum," she muttered closing her eyes and rolling over.
"Glad to know I remind you of your mother," the healer commented. "And that you apparently lived with your mother at some point. Not that it narrows down the search any." At this she opened her eyes again, glanced around and sighed.
"So, not a bad dream. Real, blast it."
"I'm afraid so, do you remember where you are?"
"St. Mungo's hospital for witches and wizards currently being treated for memory loss and the fact I was locked in a basement with no food or drink for Merlin knows how long. I remember everything since the rescue."
"No new amnesia, that's good. I'm Healer LeVue, I work with people who have had their memories damaged by spells gone wrong. I know we're not sure what happened to you, but they sent me to talk to you anyway. Healer Williams said you asked for a journal to keep trace of any memories that surfaced?"
"But I took a nap, I did remember someone, a guy I think, with dark hair and maybe glasses."
"Any idea who he is?"
"None."
"What do you feel when you pictured him? Fear? Love?"
"Not fear, maybe a bit warm, like warm and fluffy, when you're holding a pet? He does seem familiar somehow."
"Do you mind if I sit?" Healer LeVue gestured to a chair next to the bed.
"I guess not," she answered with a shrug. "Healer Williams said my clothing was in tatters, was any of it salvageable?"
"I'm afraid not. And no, nothing about it gave us any clues as to your identity or how you came to be in that basement. You said you're a witch, correct?'
"Yes, I know I am a witch, I am fifteen years old."
"Do you remember what your wand is made of?" The girl frowned thinking hard for a minute.
"No, I can't remember. I do remember having one, holding it between my fingers, I remember waving it, it was lighter?"
"A lighter colored wood maybe? Willow, pine, yew, do any of these sound familiar?" She shook her head.
"I know they're all types of wood, but nothing else."
"When I woke you, you said 'five more minutes, mum'. Do you remember telling me that?'
"No, does it mean anything?"
"Maybe? It does mean at some point your mother was the waking you for something, possibly school?"
"Healer Williams mentioned Hogwarts, it sounds familiar, and I seem to remember a castle, large hoops?" Healer LeVue smiled.
"Hogwarts is a castle, yes, and the large hoops you mention could be part of a Quiddich pitch."
"Brooms! Quiddich is a sport played on brooms."
"Did you play Quiddich?"
"I remember watching it, players racing through the air. I don't remember if I played."
"Some of your memories are intact at least, just not the ones that contain personal information like your name. Did Healer Williams mention contacting Hogwarts to see if you are still a student?"
"No, he mentioned some blood tests after lunch to help see if we can find my parents."
"I would like to contact Hogwarts, see if anyone there recognizes you. Would that be alright?" She frowned for a minute.
"I don't know, I was locked up, not fed in who knows how long, what if someone wanted to hurt me?"
"I'm not sure who is responsible for what happened to you, but I see no reason not to err on the side of caution. We can wait until we know more about the circumstances of you losing your memory and being brought here."
"Thank you," she whispered shivering a little. The thought someone might have been behind her being injured sent chills down her spine. She wondered what she could have done to have enemies like that.