A/N: I still do not own Harry Potter. Everything belongs to J. K. Rowling in her infinite awesomeness.
She leaned forward watching as the blood welled around the finger prick. Taking a deep breath she turned her finger allowing the crimson droplet to fall onto the parchment. It absorbed into the paper within a matter of seconds. Slowly black letters started to form. The girl held her breath, hoping these names would actually help her find her identity.
"Let's see what we got, Weasley and Prewett. You're a pure blood at least, which is a good thing at the moment. I don't remember off hand any teenage girls in those lines though. Let me confer with my colleages and see if we can't find you on a registry. Until then, would you like me to contact the head of these families? See if one of them is missing you?" The girl nodded. The names actually sounded familiar, she had a family somewhere!
"Thank you," she whispered.
"I wouldn't thank me just yet, not until someone does claim you. Knowing your blood doesn't always give you a family. Especially not in these darkening times." The girl blinked in confusion.
"Just this year our Minister had to resign because of the riots. A wizard is trying to take over, hopefully our new minister will be able to counter him and everything will be alright." The girl frowned, wondering why she didn't remember anything about this unrest.
"Who is he?"
"No one knows, but everyone is afraid these days. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, the healers don't want you getting upset." She narrowed her eyes slightly at the healer. She knew it wasn't her fault, but she hated being kept in the dark.
"A lot of us figured with you being found as you were that you might have been a victim of his. The manor where you were found was owned by a family who is not sympathetic to his cause."
A dark room, someone yelling at her, blaming her for something. Her yelling back, her voice echoing, but she can't hear the words over the blood rushing through her ears. A flash of light, a loud bang, pain.
The girl shook her head tears running down her face.
"Did you remember something? Want me to get Healer Williams?"
"No, it's nothing of use, I was fighting with someone, I don't know who. It's nothing useful," she whispered softly. The healer nodded.
"I'll let you know if either of the families come to claim you. I'm sorry I had to be the bearer of bad news."
"No, thank you, at least now I know and it won't come as shock once I get out of here."
"Like I said, I'll let you know about the families." The girl nodded and watched as the healer left. With tears still around the corners of her eyes, she jotted down her latest memory and leaned back against the bed.
"Please, please, let one of them know me," she whispered before laying her head against the pillow and falling asleep.