Chapter 23: Erase
Harry followed behind Dumbledore in silence as he took Harry through many secret passages until they came to the outside door of the Hospital Wing. Harry stood in silence as Dumbledore opened the door and led him inside.
They walked pasted Madam Pomfrey's desk and down to a hospital room where he stopped and looked at Harry. Harry slowly stepped forward, gripped the doorknob, and pushed the door open. Harry walked in the room and saw Chanse lying in a hospital bed with bruises, scratches, and tubes all over her body.
"What happened?" Harry whispered.
"We don't know," Dumbledore, sighed as he walked up to Harry's side, "Hagrid brought her in saying that she was left on his front step."
Harry looked at his older sister that once was strong and seemed like nothing could touch her was now half alive lying in a hospital bed hanging on for dear life.
"We'll leave you be," Madam Pomfrey whispered to Harry as she escorted Dumbledore out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
Harry carefully made his way towards Chanse making no sound as his feet walked across the ground. He started to run his fingertips on the bed sheets but he was afraid to.
When he made it up to Chanse's bruised face he felt his eyes well up with tears the longer he stared at her face. He wanted to stop his hand from rising to touch her face but he couldn't; it slowly moved closer and closer until it was centimeters away from touching it.
*TAP*TAP*TAP*
Harry jumped at the sound at quickly looked at the window...It's was Geno.
Harry walked over to the window, opened it, and Geno came swooping in. Harry watched as Geno perched himself on an empty chair and stared longingly at Chanse.
"I know Geno." Harry whispered to the little red bird. Geno flew over to Harry, landed on his shoulders, and stared at Harry. "What?" Harry whispered.
The bird looked at Chanse and then back at Harry as if trying to say something. "I don't understand." Geno seemed to grunt at Harry before taking off out the window leaving a small breeze behind.
Harry made his way over to the empty chair, sat down, and stared at Chanse.
A few moments later Geno came flying back in with something in his talons. He flew over to Harry, dropped something in his lap, and perched himself on top of Harry's shoulder. Harry looked down at what Geno dropped and it was a picture of Brandon Rosedale and Oliver Wood.
"I understand now," Harry smiled as he ran over to the small desk in the corner.
He grabbed a piece of parchment, dabbed his quill, and began writing two letters; one to Brandon Rosedale in Puddletown, England and one to Oliver Wood at Durmstrang Institute in Bulgaria.
"Geno take this letter to Brandon in Puddletown," Harry tied a small rolled letter to Geno's left ankle, "and take this one to Oliver at Durmstrang," he tied another small rolled letter to Geno's right ankle.
Geno nodded his head and headed out the window, once again leaving a cool breeze.
~~~~~~~~~
"Wake up Harry," a voice cooed, "Harry wake up."
"Huh? What? What happened?" Harry mumbled.
Harry's eyes slowly fluttered opened to the image on Madam Pomfrey hovering over him. "Rise and shine," she smiled. Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey walked over to the window and flung the curtains open and the light poured into the room.
Harry looked over at Chanse who hadn't changed from the night before. "How's she doing?" Harry whispered.
Madam Pomfrey turned to Harry with a smile, "She's getting better...at this rate she'll be fine in a week or two...tops."
Harry smiled with delight, and then thought aloud, "Do we know what happened yet?"
"No," Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "but I see you already contacted some people." She smiled.
"Huh?"
"Mr. Rosedale and Mr. Wood." She reminded
"Oh...yes," Harry nodded, "they're already here?"
"Yes," Madam Pomfrey checked some tubes in Chanse, "they're outside right now."
"Can they come in?"
"I made them wait until you were awake."
"Will you send them in, please?"
Madam Pomfrey walked to the door and opened it, "I will." She said before she closed the door.
A few moments later Harry heard the door open, Brandon and Oliver both walked in the room.
"Hey Oliver," Harry greeted.
"Hey Harry." Oliver smiled as stroked a ball in his hand, "I thought Chanse might like Kirby back."
"She will," Harry nodded and then turned to Brandon, "You must be Brandon."
"You must be Harry," he shook Harry's hand, "it's nice to finally meet you."
"Like whys." Harry nodded.
"How's she doing?" Oliver asked from Chanse's bedside.
"She's getting better," Harry smiled, "Madam Pomfrey says in a week or two she'll be fine."
"That's good." Brandon nodded.
"How long are you two going to be here for?"
"As long as Chanse needs me," Brandon quickly answered.
"I actually transferred back to Hogwarts," Oliver beamed.
"YOU DID?!" Harry yelled.
"Yeah," Oliver laughed, "I explained to my parents what happened and after A LOT of convincing they finally gave in and transferred me back." He beamed again.
"That's great."
"Yeah great," Brandon huffed under his breath.
The three boys walked over to Chanse's bed and stared down at her bruised and battered face. "I want to do something," Brandon grunted, "I don't want to just sit here and watch her like this." He said as he started to storm out of the hospital room.
"You can't do anything," Oliver whispered to Brandon.
"Well if you truly loved her you wouldn't be able to sit there and look at her like that and just wait for something to happened," Brandon spat, "you would be following me to do something about this!"
Oliver looked up at Brandon with fire in his eyes, "If you truly loved her you would stay with her in her time of need!" Oliver spat back, "Anyways Brandon, where are you going to start?" Oliver watched as Brandon thought but looked back up at Oliver, "that's what I thought."
"Harry," Brandon walked over to Harry, "who found her?"
"Hagrid did," Harry said in confusion.
"Well then I'll go talk to this Hagrid," Brandon beamed, "where is he?"
"We've already questioned Hagrid," Harry sighed, "and anyways if we hadn't already he would be more comfortable with someone he trusts and knows," He added, "and in order for Hagrid to trust someone he must know them."
"And he doesn't know you so how can he trust you?" Oliver asked.
"Well at least I'm trying," Brandon spat before he left the room.
"I don't like him," Harry smiled up at Oliver.
"I don't either," Oliver stared at the hospital door and then looked down at Harry, "but your sister does."
"What do you mean?"
"Your sister's dating him."
"My sister is dating Brandon Rosedale?" Harry's eyes lit up.
"Yeah but for some reason Brandon is an asshole to me."
"Well you are Chanse's ex-boyfriend."
"No you don't understand," Oliver said quickly, "see Chanse thinks that I cheated on her."
"Why would she think that?"
"Because she came to Durmstrang on a surprise visit and found a girl in my room in a towel."
"Well," Harry sighed, "if I was her I'd say you were."
"But I wasn't! See the deal is..."
"NO!" Chanse screamed as she sat up straight in her bed in a cold sweat.
"CHANSE!" Harry and Oliver screamed as they started to give Chanse a hug.
Chanse quickly pulled the sheets up to her face along with legs and looked at the boys in fear.
"What's wrong Chanse?" Harry asked.
"I'll get Madam Pomfrey," Oliver whispered as he ran out of the room.
"Leave me alone," Chanse whispered, "I don't know who you are but just leave mew alone."
"Chanse?" Harry gasped, "It's me Harry."
Chanse thought a little bit and then looked back at Harry, "I don't know a Harry."
"I'm your brother!"
"I don't have a brother."
"What's the matter?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she hurried in the room. "Oh I see she's awake...that's a good sign." She smiled as she started to head over to Chanse to check her pulse.
"No that's not a good sign." Harry whispered as he stared at Chanse as if she was some sort of alien.
"What do you mean Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey stopped in her tracks and looked at Harry.
"Yeah, what are you talking about Harry?" Oliver asked, "Of coarse Chanse waking up is good."
"She doesn't remember me...At all."
Everyone looked at Chanse in shock as she pulled the covers closer to her face and her body grew stiff. "Stop looking at me." Chanse quivered.
"Chanse you're in a hospital," Madam Pomfrey said calmly, "Do you remember what a hospital is?" Chanse nodded her head slowly, "Good."
"Well at least she remembers something." Harry said softly, with sorrow in his voice.
"Chanse I need you to stick out your arm while I draw some blood to run some test."
"Will it hurt?" Chanse asked.
"Not at all," Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand, "just hold your arm out straight," she pointed it at Chanse's arm, and mumbled a few words and a small vile appeared and blood began to flow into it.
"What are you doing?!" Chanse shrieked.
"All done." Madam Pomfrey smiled as she tucked her wand back inside and walked out of the room. "Mr. Wood I suggested we leave them alone." Oliver nodded his head and left behind Madam Pomfrey.
"What'd she do to me?!" Chanse shrieked at Harry.
"She drew some blood," Harry softly spoke.
"But she didn't prick me with a needle; she used a stick and words."
"You don't remember do you?"
"Remember what?" Chanse asked, as her body grew less tense.
Harry walked over to Chanse and looked her in her emerald eyes, "You're a witch."
"A witch?" Chanse slightly laughed, "Witchcraft isn't real...everyone knows that."
"Just like you don't have a brother?" Harry huffed as he walked over to the window.
Chanse stared at the image of a young boy standing in a large window as rays of light beamed on him. "Did I hurt your feeling by saying your not my brother?"
Harry slowly turned around and looked at Chanse, "I don't know...I can't describe this feeling."
"I'm sorry if I hurt you by saying you're not my brother," Chanse sighed, as Harry walked closer and took a seat next to her bed, "I really don't remember anything; if I had a brother or not, if I have parents...I don't remember a lot."
"What do you remember?" Harry whispered.
"I remember giant waves whirling around me but never failing on me," Chanse slightly smiled, "lush lands full of flowers and a bright sun."
"You're thinking of Maui," Harry sighed, "that's where you used to live before you found out you were a witch," he added, "then you moved here to Scotland to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Chanse looked at Harry's serious face and opened her mouth, "This is real...isn't it?"
"Very much so." Harry looked deep into Chanse's eyes.
~~~~~~~~~
Time past and Chanse tried her hardest to deal with everything but it was all still very new to her. She seemed to be relearning everything that she had learned previously. There were times when she felt overwhelmed and she would deal with it all on her own. Even though this Harry fellow claimed to be her brother Chanse had no recollection of a brother...especially one named Harry.
People who claimed to be Chanse's friends tried their hardest to help her understand everything from Transfiguration to Charms...but it was like a loss cause, but they still tried.
Yule Ball time rolled around and everyone grew excited for the ball, even Chanse did even though she had no idea what happens at it.
"Chanse are you going to go to the Yule Ball?" Emily asked over the noise of the other students in the Great Hall.
"Yeah," Chanse smiled, "I found a dress in my closet...it's a crimson red."
"A dress?" Hermione asked, "You can't wear a dress Chanse...it has to be a dress robe."
"Well that's what I meant." Chanse laughed, "I'm still not used to this magic thing yet...you'd think that in a couple of months I would either have my memory back or I would get used to this but this is all still like my first day back to school after losing my memory."
"You'll get used to it." Angelina smiled.
"Um...Chanse may I talk to you?" someone asked from behind Chanse.
Chanse turned around and saw the man who called himself Brandon Rosedale. "Yes...Is it Brandon?"
"Yeah it is." Brandon beamed.
"Actually I have to eat now then work on Transfiguration homework, so can you talk to me here?"
"Um," Brandon blushed, "sure I can...I was wondering if you would go to the ball with me?"
Chanse heard gasped of envy from behind her and then she looked up at the blushing Brandon Rosedale, "I'm sorry Brandon," Chanse started, "I've decided to go stag."
"Oh," Brandon sighed, "I see...that's alright...I'll just see you there." He quickly left the Great Hall.
"You know you just turned down Brandon Rosedale." Liz smirked.
"I just want to go stag," Chanse blushed, "so I told him so...I've got homework to do before the ball, so I'll see you guys later." Chanse smiled as she left the Great Hall for the Gryffindor Tower.
"Balderdash." Chanse smiled at the Fat Lady.
Chanse walked through the portal to an empty Commons Room, except that the man who called himself Oliver Wood was sitting on the couch. "What are doing?" Chanse asked.
"Actually waiting for you." He smiled making Chanse get a little nervous, "I wanted to take you to the ball."
"I'm sorry Oliver I'm going stag."
"Well, ok," Oliver sighed, "now that's off my chest I'm going to go."
"Ok," Chanse said softly as she watched Oliver hurry out of the Commons Room, "Sorry!" Chanse called out after him.
~~~~~~~~~
The day went by fast for Chanse but slow for others until it finally came time to get ready for the ball!
All the girls hurried around through their hallways borrowing makeup and shoes...It was complete chaos. "This is insane," Chanse laughed as she walked out of the bathroom, "all these girls are flipping out," she sat down at the vanity and started to put on her makeup, "over a ball," she put light pink blush on, "they knew about all day." She swept crimson eye shadow on her eyelids and then lined them lightly in a black, "It's just weird."
"Yeah, yeah put your shoes and dress robe on and lets go," Angelina laughed.
"Alright," Chanse smiled as she walked over to her closet and pulled down her dress robe down.
She slowly slid the robe over her body and zipped up the side. "How does it look?" Chanse twirled.
"Great," Angelina beamed, "How do I look?"
Chanse stared at Angelina, who was spinning around in a long beautiful baby blue dress robe, "Gorgeous." Chanse gasped.
"Well put your shoes on and lets go." Angelina tossed Chanse shoes to her and watched as Chanse slipped them on.
The two of them ran as fast as they could through the girl hallways until the finally made it down to the Commons Room were they casual walked out, down the rotating stairs, and into the Great Hall for the Yule Ball.
The night raged on and everyone was having a great time. There was lots of dancing and everyone was laughing.
"I need a break." Chanse huffed as she walked over to the table where Kirstyn was sitting. "Hey," Chanse saw that Kirstyn was staring at a boy across the room, "Who ya staring at?"
"Milo." Kirstyn said coldly.
Chanse looked at the boy that Kirstyn had called Milo, "He looks familiar," Chanse whispered, "except the scar on his left eye."
"He must have just gotten that," Kirstyn said still coldly. "He didn't have that before."
"How do I know Milo?"
"He's used to be your ex-boyfriend back in Maui," Kirstyn was getting very upset, and Chanse could tell, "and he's a wizard who went to Durmstrang while I went here and then just recently he transferred here...He's plotting something...I can just feel it...He's here for a reason...but what?"
Harry followed behind Dumbledore in silence as he took Harry through many secret passages until they came to the outside door of the Hospital Wing. Harry stood in silence as Dumbledore opened the door and led him inside.
They walked pasted Madam Pomfrey's desk and down to a hospital room where he stopped and looked at Harry. Harry slowly stepped forward, gripped the doorknob, and pushed the door open. Harry walked in the room and saw Chanse lying in a hospital bed with bruises, scratches, and tubes all over her body.
"What happened?" Harry whispered.
"We don't know," Dumbledore, sighed as he walked up to Harry's side, "Hagrid brought her in saying that she was left on his front step."
Harry looked at his older sister that once was strong and seemed like nothing could touch her was now half alive lying in a hospital bed hanging on for dear life.
"We'll leave you be," Madam Pomfrey whispered to Harry as she escorted Dumbledore out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
Harry carefully made his way towards Chanse making no sound as his feet walked across the ground. He started to run his fingertips on the bed sheets but he was afraid to.
When he made it up to Chanse's bruised face he felt his eyes well up with tears the longer he stared at her face. He wanted to stop his hand from rising to touch her face but he couldn't; it slowly moved closer and closer until it was centimeters away from touching it.
*TAP*TAP*TAP*
Harry jumped at the sound at quickly looked at the window...It's was Geno.
Harry walked over to the window, opened it, and Geno came swooping in. Harry watched as Geno perched himself on an empty chair and stared longingly at Chanse.
"I know Geno." Harry whispered to the little red bird. Geno flew over to Harry, landed on his shoulders, and stared at Harry. "What?" Harry whispered.
The bird looked at Chanse and then back at Harry as if trying to say something. "I don't understand." Geno seemed to grunt at Harry before taking off out the window leaving a small breeze behind.
Harry made his way over to the empty chair, sat down, and stared at Chanse.
A few moments later Geno came flying back in with something in his talons. He flew over to Harry, dropped something in his lap, and perched himself on top of Harry's shoulder. Harry looked down at what Geno dropped and it was a picture of Brandon Rosedale and Oliver Wood.
"I understand now," Harry smiled as he ran over to the small desk in the corner.
He grabbed a piece of parchment, dabbed his quill, and began writing two letters; one to Brandon Rosedale in Puddletown, England and one to Oliver Wood at Durmstrang Institute in Bulgaria.
"Geno take this letter to Brandon in Puddletown," Harry tied a small rolled letter to Geno's left ankle, "and take this one to Oliver at Durmstrang," he tied another small rolled letter to Geno's right ankle.
Geno nodded his head and headed out the window, once again leaving a cool breeze.
~~~~~~~~~
"Wake up Harry," a voice cooed, "Harry wake up."
"Huh? What? What happened?" Harry mumbled.
Harry's eyes slowly fluttered opened to the image on Madam Pomfrey hovering over him. "Rise and shine," she smiled. Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey walked over to the window and flung the curtains open and the light poured into the room.
Harry looked over at Chanse who hadn't changed from the night before. "How's she doing?" Harry whispered.
Madam Pomfrey turned to Harry with a smile, "She's getting better...at this rate she'll be fine in a week or two...tops."
Harry smiled with delight, and then thought aloud, "Do we know what happened yet?"
"No," Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "but I see you already contacted some people." She smiled.
"Huh?"
"Mr. Rosedale and Mr. Wood." She reminded
"Oh...yes," Harry nodded, "they're already here?"
"Yes," Madam Pomfrey checked some tubes in Chanse, "they're outside right now."
"Can they come in?"
"I made them wait until you were awake."
"Will you send them in, please?"
Madam Pomfrey walked to the door and opened it, "I will." She said before she closed the door.
A few moments later Harry heard the door open, Brandon and Oliver both walked in the room.
"Hey Oliver," Harry greeted.
"Hey Harry." Oliver smiled as stroked a ball in his hand, "I thought Chanse might like Kirby back."
"She will," Harry nodded and then turned to Brandon, "You must be Brandon."
"You must be Harry," he shook Harry's hand, "it's nice to finally meet you."
"Like whys." Harry nodded.
"How's she doing?" Oliver asked from Chanse's bedside.
"She's getting better," Harry smiled, "Madam Pomfrey says in a week or two she'll be fine."
"That's good." Brandon nodded.
"How long are you two going to be here for?"
"As long as Chanse needs me," Brandon quickly answered.
"I actually transferred back to Hogwarts," Oliver beamed.
"YOU DID?!" Harry yelled.
"Yeah," Oliver laughed, "I explained to my parents what happened and after A LOT of convincing they finally gave in and transferred me back." He beamed again.
"That's great."
"Yeah great," Brandon huffed under his breath.
The three boys walked over to Chanse's bed and stared down at her bruised and battered face. "I want to do something," Brandon grunted, "I don't want to just sit here and watch her like this." He said as he started to storm out of the hospital room.
"You can't do anything," Oliver whispered to Brandon.
"Well if you truly loved her you wouldn't be able to sit there and look at her like that and just wait for something to happened," Brandon spat, "you would be following me to do something about this!"
Oliver looked up at Brandon with fire in his eyes, "If you truly loved her you would stay with her in her time of need!" Oliver spat back, "Anyways Brandon, where are you going to start?" Oliver watched as Brandon thought but looked back up at Oliver, "that's what I thought."
"Harry," Brandon walked over to Harry, "who found her?"
"Hagrid did," Harry said in confusion.
"Well then I'll go talk to this Hagrid," Brandon beamed, "where is he?"
"We've already questioned Hagrid," Harry sighed, "and anyways if we hadn't already he would be more comfortable with someone he trusts and knows," He added, "and in order for Hagrid to trust someone he must know them."
"And he doesn't know you so how can he trust you?" Oliver asked.
"Well at least I'm trying," Brandon spat before he left the room.
"I don't like him," Harry smiled up at Oliver.
"I don't either," Oliver stared at the hospital door and then looked down at Harry, "but your sister does."
"What do you mean?"
"Your sister's dating him."
"My sister is dating Brandon Rosedale?" Harry's eyes lit up.
"Yeah but for some reason Brandon is an asshole to me."
"Well you are Chanse's ex-boyfriend."
"No you don't understand," Oliver said quickly, "see Chanse thinks that I cheated on her."
"Why would she think that?"
"Because she came to Durmstrang on a surprise visit and found a girl in my room in a towel."
"Well," Harry sighed, "if I was her I'd say you were."
"But I wasn't! See the deal is..."
"NO!" Chanse screamed as she sat up straight in her bed in a cold sweat.
"CHANSE!" Harry and Oliver screamed as they started to give Chanse a hug.
Chanse quickly pulled the sheets up to her face along with legs and looked at the boys in fear.
"What's wrong Chanse?" Harry asked.
"I'll get Madam Pomfrey," Oliver whispered as he ran out of the room.
"Leave me alone," Chanse whispered, "I don't know who you are but just leave mew alone."
"Chanse?" Harry gasped, "It's me Harry."
Chanse thought a little bit and then looked back at Harry, "I don't know a Harry."
"I'm your brother!"
"I don't have a brother."
"What's the matter?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she hurried in the room. "Oh I see she's awake...that's a good sign." She smiled as she started to head over to Chanse to check her pulse.
"No that's not a good sign." Harry whispered as he stared at Chanse as if she was some sort of alien.
"What do you mean Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey stopped in her tracks and looked at Harry.
"Yeah, what are you talking about Harry?" Oliver asked, "Of coarse Chanse waking up is good."
"She doesn't remember me...At all."
Everyone looked at Chanse in shock as she pulled the covers closer to her face and her body grew stiff. "Stop looking at me." Chanse quivered.
"Chanse you're in a hospital," Madam Pomfrey said calmly, "Do you remember what a hospital is?" Chanse nodded her head slowly, "Good."
"Well at least she remembers something." Harry said softly, with sorrow in his voice.
"Chanse I need you to stick out your arm while I draw some blood to run some test."
"Will it hurt?" Chanse asked.
"Not at all," Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand, "just hold your arm out straight," she pointed it at Chanse's arm, and mumbled a few words and a small vile appeared and blood began to flow into it.
"What are you doing?!" Chanse shrieked.
"All done." Madam Pomfrey smiled as she tucked her wand back inside and walked out of the room. "Mr. Wood I suggested we leave them alone." Oliver nodded his head and left behind Madam Pomfrey.
"What'd she do to me?!" Chanse shrieked at Harry.
"She drew some blood," Harry softly spoke.
"But she didn't prick me with a needle; she used a stick and words."
"You don't remember do you?"
"Remember what?" Chanse asked, as her body grew less tense.
Harry walked over to Chanse and looked her in her emerald eyes, "You're a witch."
"A witch?" Chanse slightly laughed, "Witchcraft isn't real...everyone knows that."
"Just like you don't have a brother?" Harry huffed as he walked over to the window.
Chanse stared at the image of a young boy standing in a large window as rays of light beamed on him. "Did I hurt your feeling by saying your not my brother?"
Harry slowly turned around and looked at Chanse, "I don't know...I can't describe this feeling."
"I'm sorry if I hurt you by saying you're not my brother," Chanse sighed, as Harry walked closer and took a seat next to her bed, "I really don't remember anything; if I had a brother or not, if I have parents...I don't remember a lot."
"What do you remember?" Harry whispered.
"I remember giant waves whirling around me but never failing on me," Chanse slightly smiled, "lush lands full of flowers and a bright sun."
"You're thinking of Maui," Harry sighed, "that's where you used to live before you found out you were a witch," he added, "then you moved here to Scotland to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Chanse looked at Harry's serious face and opened her mouth, "This is real...isn't it?"
"Very much so." Harry looked deep into Chanse's eyes.
~~~~~~~~~
Time past and Chanse tried her hardest to deal with everything but it was all still very new to her. She seemed to be relearning everything that she had learned previously. There were times when she felt overwhelmed and she would deal with it all on her own. Even though this Harry fellow claimed to be her brother Chanse had no recollection of a brother...especially one named Harry.
People who claimed to be Chanse's friends tried their hardest to help her understand everything from Transfiguration to Charms...but it was like a loss cause, but they still tried.
Yule Ball time rolled around and everyone grew excited for the ball, even Chanse did even though she had no idea what happens at it.
"Chanse are you going to go to the Yule Ball?" Emily asked over the noise of the other students in the Great Hall.
"Yeah," Chanse smiled, "I found a dress in my closet...it's a crimson red."
"A dress?" Hermione asked, "You can't wear a dress Chanse...it has to be a dress robe."
"Well that's what I meant." Chanse laughed, "I'm still not used to this magic thing yet...you'd think that in a couple of months I would either have my memory back or I would get used to this but this is all still like my first day back to school after losing my memory."
"You'll get used to it." Angelina smiled.
"Um...Chanse may I talk to you?" someone asked from behind Chanse.
Chanse turned around and saw the man who called himself Brandon Rosedale. "Yes...Is it Brandon?"
"Yeah it is." Brandon beamed.
"Actually I have to eat now then work on Transfiguration homework, so can you talk to me here?"
"Um," Brandon blushed, "sure I can...I was wondering if you would go to the ball with me?"
Chanse heard gasped of envy from behind her and then she looked up at the blushing Brandon Rosedale, "I'm sorry Brandon," Chanse started, "I've decided to go stag."
"Oh," Brandon sighed, "I see...that's alright...I'll just see you there." He quickly left the Great Hall.
"You know you just turned down Brandon Rosedale." Liz smirked.
"I just want to go stag," Chanse blushed, "so I told him so...I've got homework to do before the ball, so I'll see you guys later." Chanse smiled as she left the Great Hall for the Gryffindor Tower.
"Balderdash." Chanse smiled at the Fat Lady.
Chanse walked through the portal to an empty Commons Room, except that the man who called himself Oliver Wood was sitting on the couch. "What are doing?" Chanse asked.
"Actually waiting for you." He smiled making Chanse get a little nervous, "I wanted to take you to the ball."
"I'm sorry Oliver I'm going stag."
"Well, ok," Oliver sighed, "now that's off my chest I'm going to go."
"Ok," Chanse said softly as she watched Oliver hurry out of the Commons Room, "Sorry!" Chanse called out after him.
~~~~~~~~~
The day went by fast for Chanse but slow for others until it finally came time to get ready for the ball!
All the girls hurried around through their hallways borrowing makeup and shoes...It was complete chaos. "This is insane," Chanse laughed as she walked out of the bathroom, "all these girls are flipping out," she sat down at the vanity and started to put on her makeup, "over a ball," she put light pink blush on, "they knew about all day." She swept crimson eye shadow on her eyelids and then lined them lightly in a black, "It's just weird."
"Yeah, yeah put your shoes and dress robe on and lets go," Angelina laughed.
"Alright," Chanse smiled as she walked over to her closet and pulled down her dress robe down.
She slowly slid the robe over her body and zipped up the side. "How does it look?" Chanse twirled.
"Great," Angelina beamed, "How do I look?"
Chanse stared at Angelina, who was spinning around in a long beautiful baby blue dress robe, "Gorgeous." Chanse gasped.
"Well put your shoes on and lets go." Angelina tossed Chanse shoes to her and watched as Chanse slipped them on.
The two of them ran as fast as they could through the girl hallways until the finally made it down to the Commons Room were they casual walked out, down the rotating stairs, and into the Great Hall for the Yule Ball.
The night raged on and everyone was having a great time. There was lots of dancing and everyone was laughing.
"I need a break." Chanse huffed as she walked over to the table where Kirstyn was sitting. "Hey," Chanse saw that Kirstyn was staring at a boy across the room, "Who ya staring at?"
"Milo." Kirstyn said coldly.
Chanse looked at the boy that Kirstyn had called Milo, "He looks familiar," Chanse whispered, "except the scar on his left eye."
"He must have just gotten that," Kirstyn said still coldly. "He didn't have that before."
"How do I know Milo?"
"He's used to be your ex-boyfriend back in Maui," Kirstyn was getting very upset, and Chanse could tell, "and he's a wizard who went to Durmstrang while I went here and then just recently he transferred here...He's plotting something...I can just feel it...He's here for a reason...but what?"