Amnesia Amigoes- Chapter 2
Previously, in 'Amnesia Amigoes': Harry woke up in the infirmary, screamed a bit, passed out and woke up again. Ron and Hermione notice that Harry is acting supremely strange.
*Outside the Infirmary*
Hermione ran up to the quads…oops, I mean twins.
"Did Harry seem…different…to you when you visited?" she asked anxiously. Fred frowned.
"Nope…I mean, he normally talks to people who aren't there and has his eyes pointing in three different directions…oh, and everyone's neck can turn 360 degrees if they practice," he cracked. Hermione slapped him, causing a big red hand mark to appear on his face, thus making it much easier to tell the twins apart in future.
"I'm serious!" she yelled shrilly. Fred's (or is he George? And I've been calling him Fred all this time, how embarrassing…) eardrum exploded, blowing off half his head. Now it's REALLY easy to tell them apart.
"Okay, I'll ask Madam Pomfrey," said Hermione, frowning at the mess that had once been George…or Fred. She stepped over it, careful not to get any on her robes.
"Drip drip," said the tap mournfully.
"Right," said Hermione, then pretended she hadn't heard anything. Poor tap.
*In the common room, later*
Hermione looked at Ron earnestly when she returned from the infirmary. Ron cocked his head sideways and grinned blankly at her, which just infuriated Hermione. Her eyebrows furrowed, and Ron looked taken-aback. He adjusted his face to a properly concerned expression.
"Madam Pomfrey says Harry may have amnesia," she said in an annoying voice. Well, one that was more annoying than usual anyway. Which is really saying something…
"What? Your voice is so annoying I tuned out," said Ron. Hermione slapped him, fracturing his jaw in several places (Alaska, Norway, Italy…just to name a few.)
Ron miraculously recovered in 0.3241651654651354654654613546546984654968 seconds. Hermione told him again that Harry had amnesia. Right after she said it there was a flash of lightning, a boom of thunder and all the flames in the castle blew out. However, Ron didn't believe Hermione until he saw Harry asking the fat pink lady if her name was Harry too.
"Is your name Harry?" Harry asked. The fat pink lady glared.
"That is not the password," she declared. Harry frowned.
"Password?" he asked, confused. (He was dearly enjoying this.)
"You may enter," the fat lady intoned.
"Password is the password?" Harry asked, baffled.
"Don't say it too loud!" the fat lady hissed, looking anxiously around her. People all along the corridor suddenly turned and stared at Harry and the Fat Pink Lady, then turned and grinned evilly at the people they were standing next to. Or was that just Harry's imagination? He looked abashed.
"Oh…sorry," he whispered. He winked conspirationally and stepped through the portrait hole.
"Drip drip," said the tap anxiously, but it was too late. Harry was already gone. Poor tap.
Harry walked into the common room and sat down heavily on a winged armchair. The armchair flew up a bit and started hovering about the common room. While this was happening, Harry stared at his hands, like he'd never seen them before. The hands looked back invitingly.
"What's your name?" Harry asked his left hand. It smiled at him.
"Bob," it said, winking. Harry grinned at it, then turned to his other hand.
"And you?" he asked his right hand. It winked too, and Harry looked delighted. He winked back.
"boB," it said. Harry nodded seriously.
"Pleased to meet you Bob and boB," he declared proudly, then shook his hands together. Ron watched on, shaking his head. Then an evil glint appeared in his eye.
"I know what we can do…" he said to Hermione. Hermione looked up from the book she was reading ('A Highly Biased and Selective History of Hogwarts, which Glosses Over the Nastier Aspects of the School - several long-winded, annoying and basically VERY Hermione letters to the editor of Hogwarts; a History had resulted in the title being changed.)
"Our homework?" Hermione asked, excited. She always enjoyed a good, long bit of homework. In her opinion there was nothing more relaxing…for some reason, not many people agreed with her. I wonder why…?
"No, play tricks on Harry," he said, sounding disgusted by her suggestion. Hermione looked disappointed, but recovered quickly.
"…Oh. Okay then," she agreed, closing the book and dumping it on the table. Later it would be picked up by house-elves, launching another attempt at a campaign to change their status…but that's another story.
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Authors' Notes: Does anyone want to know the story of Hermione's repeated campaign to change the house-elves status? It can be done…
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