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I woke up with a wet pillow and a neck ache. I'd cried myself to sleep. My friends had cried too, but not nearly as much as I did.
"What time is it?" I asked Sylvia.
"It's six. You still have another two hours before you can see him. Why don't you go back to sleep? I'll get you up half an hour before you can see him." She suggested.
"Thanks, but I'm gonna go take a long bath. I'll be out in an hour." I moaned.
"Are you sure? A little extra sleep might do you some good." She added.
"Yeah. Thanks anyway." I sighed as I got up.
I tiptoed past Fred, George, and Ron. I noticed Hermione was on the couch and Harry was by the door.
I walked up into the bathroom. I filled up the tub with hot water and bubbles. I shed my robe and slid into the water. It was soothing. As soothing as things could get, given the situation I was in.
I sighed and rested. I would still have been crying, but I couldn't seem to cry anymore. It hurt. All I could do was wait. Wait until I could see him.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Madame Pomfrey? How is he?" I asked.
"Well, I have good news and bad news young lady. The good, he is ok and will live. The bad, he can't remember too much. I've tried to help him, but I've done all I can do." She explained.
"Is there any way that I can help him to remember anything?" I asked.
"Try showing him objects. Things he should remember." She suggested.
"Thank you. Is it all right if I see him now?" I wondered.
"You have half an hour. His family will be here shortly." She walked off.
I stood and stared at the door for a moment. I wasn't sure what to do. What would happen? What would I see?
I pushed the door open slowly. There was no going back now. I saw him on a bed. He was reading the Daily Prophet.
"Mind if I come in Oli?" I asked.
"Not at all. No one's come to see me yet." He put the paper down.
"So, how are you feeling?" I asked.
"A little tired, a little sleepy." He sighed.
"I was so worried about you. I missed you. I was up all night crying." I kissed his cheek.
"Really?" He smiled.
"Really." I nodded.
"Can I ask you a question?" He asked.
"Sure." I replied.
"What's your name? Do I know you?" He asked curiously.
"You don't remember? I'm Darlene." I answered in shock.
"You are? I don't recall knowing anyone with that name. Where we friends?" He questioned.
"I guess you could say that." I tried to hold back my tears.
"Why are you crying?" He sounded so concerned.
"I'll explain later. I have to go now." I wiped my tears and rushed out.
As I rushed out, I bumped into someone. She looked about twenty, and resembled Oliver a great deal.
"I'm so sorry." I apologized.
"No, don't be. I'm Bree, Oliver's sister." She introduced herself.
"I'm Darlene." I shook her hand.
"Oh, Oliver talks about you all the time in his letters." She smiled.
"It was very nice meeting you. Give him my best." I waved as I walked down the hall.
"I will." She waved.
As soon as I had reached my room I collapsed onto my bed. I sobbed uncontrollably.
I woke up with a wet pillow and a neck ache. I'd cried myself to sleep. My friends had cried too, but not nearly as much as I did.
"What time is it?" I asked Sylvia.
"It's six. You still have another two hours before you can see him. Why don't you go back to sleep? I'll get you up half an hour before you can see him." She suggested.
"Thanks, but I'm gonna go take a long bath. I'll be out in an hour." I moaned.
"Are you sure? A little extra sleep might do you some good." She added.
"Yeah. Thanks anyway." I sighed as I got up.
I tiptoed past Fred, George, and Ron. I noticed Hermione was on the couch and Harry was by the door.
I walked up into the bathroom. I filled up the tub with hot water and bubbles. I shed my robe and slid into the water. It was soothing. As soothing as things could get, given the situation I was in.
I sighed and rested. I would still have been crying, but I couldn't seem to cry anymore. It hurt. All I could do was wait. Wait until I could see him.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Madame Pomfrey? How is he?" I asked.
"Well, I have good news and bad news young lady. The good, he is ok and will live. The bad, he can't remember too much. I've tried to help him, but I've done all I can do." She explained.
"Is there any way that I can help him to remember anything?" I asked.
"Try showing him objects. Things he should remember." She suggested.
"Thank you. Is it all right if I see him now?" I wondered.
"You have half an hour. His family will be here shortly." She walked off.
I stood and stared at the door for a moment. I wasn't sure what to do. What would happen? What would I see?
I pushed the door open slowly. There was no going back now. I saw him on a bed. He was reading the Daily Prophet.
"Mind if I come in Oli?" I asked.
"Not at all. No one's come to see me yet." He put the paper down.
"So, how are you feeling?" I asked.
"A little tired, a little sleepy." He sighed.
"I was so worried about you. I missed you. I was up all night crying." I kissed his cheek.
"Really?" He smiled.
"Really." I nodded.
"Can I ask you a question?" He asked.
"Sure." I replied.
"What's your name? Do I know you?" He asked curiously.
"You don't remember? I'm Darlene." I answered in shock.
"You are? I don't recall knowing anyone with that name. Where we friends?" He questioned.
"I guess you could say that." I tried to hold back my tears.
"Why are you crying?" He sounded so concerned.
"I'll explain later. I have to go now." I wiped my tears and rushed out.
As I rushed out, I bumped into someone. She looked about twenty, and resembled Oliver a great deal.
"I'm so sorry." I apologized.
"No, don't be. I'm Bree, Oliver's sister." She introduced herself.
"I'm Darlene." I shook her hand.
"Oh, Oliver talks about you all the time in his letters." She smiled.
"It was very nice meeting you. Give him my best." I waved as I walked down the hall.
"I will." She waved.
As soon as I had reached my room I collapsed onto my bed. I sobbed uncontrollably.