A/N: I do not own Harry Potter.
Yes, you might see some familiar names, yes, some of these are hints as to the plot and who our mystery witch is.
"Lunch is here," a witch announced pushing open her door. She'd fallen asleep again, which while it bugged her, felt good. At least when she was asleep she wasn't trying to figure out who she was. She sat up looking at the witch.
"Do I know you?" she asked suddenly.
"I don't think so, you don't look familiar to me," the witch answered quickly staring at the girl for a moment longer.
"Abbott," she whispered. "Something Abbott!"
"Yes, that is my surname, but how? You must be mistaking me for someone else. My brother Joseph attends Hogwarts, maybe you know him?" She shook her head sighing.
"I don't remember that name, but maybe?"
"My first name is Rachel, if that helps any?" The girl shook her head.
"No, not really. I don't think I know you after all, the name's not right."
"I'm sorry, but it looks like you get a cookie in your lunch! So maybe that helps a little?" The girl nodded and smiled as she took the tray.
"I'm a volunteer here working towards becoming a healer. You can call me Rachel, if you'd like."
"Thanks, Rachel." Rachel smiled before darting off to serve lunch to one of the other patients.
"Rachel Abbott," the girl repeated, jotting the name down and circling the surname. "I know someone named Abbott," she muttered shaking her head trying to shake the memory loose. It didn't work.
She turned her attention to her lunch. Chicken with mashed potatoes and, as Rachel had said, a cookie shaped like a thestral.
"Great, I can't remember my own name and get a death horse with my lunch?"
"They're really not as bad as everyone says," a voice commented from the hallway.
"Luna?!" The girl screamed sliding out bed and nearly running to the door. A young woman stood in the hallway a strange expression on her face. The girl's face fell when she saw her.
"You're not who I thought, I'm sorry," she whispered turning back to the room.
"Luna is a pretty name," the woman said. "I'm sorry I startled you. I just heard you talking about today's cookie. Everyone seems to dislike thestrals because of the death thing, but they are mostly harmless." The girl nodded and walked back to her room glaring at her lunch.
"I remembered a name!" she realized suddenly. She grabbed the paper and wrote 'Luna' in big letters along with 'thestral'. She wasn't sure how the two were related but somehow they were.
"So far, I know I'm fifteen, probably went to Hogwarts, know some guy with dark hair and maybe glasses, I know someone named Luna who knows about thestrals. Now if only I could remember who the bloody hell I am." She tossed the paper down, picked at her lunch for a minute and then bit the head off the cookie.
"Not bad for a death horse," she commented eating the rest of it.
"Death horse? Oh, today's cookie, our chef likes to make strange ones, doesn't he? Hello, I'm Healer Smith, I work in the blood curse department. Healer Williams said he'd spoke to you about doing some blood testing?"
"Come in and join the never ending parade of people coming to see the magical forgetting girl," she replied.
"At least you seem to have retained your sense of humor. Depression is very common for patients."
"You can tell me who I am?"
"Not entirely, but I can use your blood to find your family, if they belong the wizarding world. Do you remember if they do?'
"I...no. I don't."
"No worries. All you need to do is let a drop of your blood hit this parchment and it will tell you your family name. Are you ready?" The girl nodded slowly. This was it, she would finally, hopefully find out who she was.