Chapter 26: Strangely Familiar
A day had past and Chanse was still unconscious. She hadn't moved even the slightest inch, from where she had been placed. Madam Pomfrey had decided that everyone could spend an hour in Chanse's room, but only one person at a time. First Harry went, and then Brandon, then Cho, then Angelina, then Hermione, then Ron, then Fred, then George, Kirstyn, Emily, Shadun, the list of people went on.
"What happened?" Chanse whispered, as her eyes slowly fluttered opened, to the dim hospital room.
She looked around the dim room and saw that everything was almost exactly, how she had remembered it. She looked over at the large window and saw that the large sun was slowly falling behind the castle walls of Hogwarts. There also was a glowing silver pentacle in the middle of the large window.
"What the?" Chanse whispered as she slowly started to pull the covers off her body, so that she could go over to the window.
"What's going on?" A voice mumbled. Chanse quickly stopped and looked down to see Oliver Wood laying his head on the edge of Chanse's hospital bed. "Chanse?" he asked.
"Yes?" Chanse whispered.
"Do you remember me?" Oliver asked.
"Oliver Wood, right?"
"You remember me!" Oliver shouted as he jumped out of his seat. "I can't believe you remember me!" He started to give Chanse a hug but moved away. "What's wrong?" Oliver asked with concern in his voice, but a smile of excitement on his face.
"I only remember you because you told me your name," Chanse whispered, "Otherwise I have no idea who you are."
"Do you remember anything?" Oliver asked. Chanse looked at Oliver with fear, disappointment, and shame all mixed in her emerald eyes. "Chanse?" Oliver whispered again.
"I'm sorry." Chanse whispered.
"Mr. Wood?" A voice asked.
Chanse and Oliver looked over to see an old wizard standing in the doorway, "Hello Dumbledore." Chanse weakly smiled.
"You remember me Miss Potter?"
"Sort of," Chanse sighed, "not a whole lot though."
"What all do you remember?" Dumbledore made his way into Chanse's room.
"Well," Chanse thought, "I remember great waters that push around into the rocks," Chanse smiled in delight, "and beautiful flowers all around."
"Maui?" Oliver asked.
"That sounds familiar." Chanse nodded to Oliver.
"What else do you remember?" Dumbledore asked.
"Three girls and a boy." Chanse smirked.
"Anything else?"
"The boy being my boyfriend...I think." Chanse thought, "Two people carrying for me, but after all of that everything is still a blank."
"Nikki?"
"Yeah," Chanse turned to Oliver, "that's one of the girls."
"Then Lin?"
"Yeah," Chanse smiled with excitement.
"And Eve?"
"Yeah!" Chanse laughed, "How do you know all of them?"
"And Milo is the boy...right?"
"YEAH!" Chanse laughed again, "But how do you know all of that?"
"Dumbledore may I talk to you?" Oliver gestured over by the large window with the pentacle on it.
"Certainly Mr. Wood." Dumbledore nodded and followed Oliver over to the window. "What is it, Oliver?"
"I know all those things because she used to tell me all about Maui and her friends, when we were..." Oliver's voice trailed off, has he looked down at his shoes.
"When you were dating?" Dumbledore asked.
Oliver looked up into the old wizard's shining eyes, "Yeah," he sighed, "when we were dating."
"So what do you think about her memory of all those things?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Honestly?" Oliver asked.
"Honestly."
"Well," Oliver looked over at Chanse who was staring at Oliver and Dumbledore with a grin across her face, "I think that since she's remembering all of her friends from Maui, and her parents, and then everything after that is a blank..."
"She just remembers her life before being a witch." Dumbledore finished.
"Unfortunately," Oliver sighed, "that's what I honestly think."
"Chanse?" Dumbledore asked, as he walked towards Chanse, while Oliver stayed by the window.
"Yes Dumbledore?"
"Do you remember platform nine and three quarters?"
"Nine and three quarters?" Chanse gasped, "Sorry to break it to you sir, but there's no such thing."
"Diagon Alley?" Dumbledore asked, "Do you remember Diagon Alley?"
"What Alley?" Chanse asked.
"Do you remember anything about being a witch?" Dumbledore urged.
"A witch?" Chanse asked, "Witches aren't real...everyone knows that," Chanse laughed, "except the fact that I've been living in a magical world filled with witches and wizards." She laughed again. "Why do you ask?"
"Chanse the good news is that your memories coming back," Dumbledore smiled.
"That's great." Chanse smiled back.
"But the bad news is that it's taking you awhile just to remember your life before finding out you're a witch."
"Well just give me sometime and I'll remember everything," Chanse smiled.
"Yeah," Dumbledore smiled.
"Dumbledore what's this pentacle doing on the window?" Oliver asked, "It won't rub off either," he pushed his hand against the cold glass and tried to wipe off the pentacle, but it didn't even budge.
"I don't know Mr. Wood," Dumbledore headed over to the window, and stared at the silver pentacle.
"I saw it after I had woken up," Chanse started to talk as she made her way out of bed, "I tried to get up to see what it was but I woke Oliver up," she walked closer to the pentacle, "and then I forgot all about it."
Dumbledore ran his fingers over the silver glowing pentacle and watched as it seemed unfazed by Dumbledore's touch. "Interesting," Dumbledore wondered aloud.
"What is it Dumbledore?" Chanse asked.
"A pentacle," a voice from behind spoke. Dumbledore, Oliver, and Chanse all turned around to find Madam Pomfrey standing in the doorway, "It's a pentacle."
"We can see that it's a pentacle," Chanse smirked, "but why is it on my wind?"
"Dumbledore, Oliver, please come stand by me," Madam Pomfrey said calmly, "that way you guys can see what the pentacles for."
"What am I to do?" Chanse asked as she watched Dumbledore and Oliver walked closer to Madam Pomfrey's side.
"Stand there," Madam Pomfrey said calmly as she reached inside her pocket.
Dumbledore, Oliver, and Chanse all watched carefully as Madam Pomfrey pulled a dagger out of her pocket and threw it straight at Chanse's head.
"CHANSE WATCH OUT!" Oliver shouted, as he watched Chanse lift her arms up to protect her face.
Quickly the silver pentacle shot a beam of silver light out to the dagger and encased it in a silver light, which turned the dagger into dust, which slowly fell to the ground, in front of Chanse, creating a small pile of dust on the floor.
"Are you crazy Madam Pomfrey?!" Oliver shouted at the small nurse.
"No." She said calmly back to Oliver, "but you have overstayed your visit to Chanse." She opened the door for Oliver, "I suggested you leave now."
"Not when you're throwing daggers at Chanse's head," he stood his ground, "I'm not leaving until I know you won't try to kill Chanse."
"Even if I was trying to kill Chanse I couldn't." Madam Pomfrey smirked.
"What are you talking about?" Chanse's voice quivered, "Why would you try to kill me? And why couldn't you if you tried?"
"That pentacle on the window," Madam Pomfrey pointed to the glowing pentacle, "is the reason why I, or anyone else, couldn't kill you."
"I don't understand." Chanse whispered.
"Pentacles are signs of protection and guidance for people who need it," Madam Pomfrey started. "Ronan placed it on the window after he left last night."
"Why was Ronan in here?" Oliver asked.
"Who's Ronan?" Chanse asked, as she made her way over to her bed and sat down.
Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat, "Ronan is a centaur from the Forbidden Forest..."
Chanse grabbed her head, "The Forbidden Forest," she mumbled, "The lime light is so bright there."
"Chanse?" Oliver asked.
Dumbledore quickly made his way over to Chanse's side, "Chanse did you see and green light in the Forbidden Forest?"
Chanse stopped and thought about Dumbledore had just said, and then she looked up into his old kind eyes, "Yes." She whispered.
Dumbledore walked over to Madam Pomfrey, "So that would explain lime light that she was mumbling about, and the darkness..."
"And the trees." Madam Pomfrey added.
"What are you two talking about?" Oliver interrupted.
"Oliver you have overstayed your visit now please leave," Madam Pomfrey opened the door, again.
"But..."
"You see that I'm not going to hurt Chanse...so now you can leave."
"Fine," Oliver sulked out of the room.
Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind Oliver and then turned back to Dumbledore, "Albus what do you think the thing about the rocking chair was about?" she whispered.
"I really don't know Poppy," he looked over at Chanse who was staring at the glowing pentacle on her window.
"Chanse?" Dumbledore made his way back over by Chanse's side, "You were mumbling something about a rocking chair...Where does the rocking chair come from? Or what does it mean?"
Chanse looked down at her legs and then back up into Dumbledore's kind eyes, "I don't know," Chanse sighed, "I'm sorry."
Dumbledore wrapped one of his arms around Chanse's shoulders and pulled her closer to him, "It's alright Chanse," he rocked her back and forth, "it's alright."
Madam Pomfrey stared at Dumbledore rocking Chanse back and forth; comforting her. "Albus can you come here please?"
"Certainly Poppy," Dumbledore stood up and then turned to Chanse, "hold on."
"Alright."
Dumbledore made his way over to Madam Pomfrey, "What is it Poppy?"
"What was it that Ronan said about," She looked over at Chanse, who was staring at them, and then she whispered, "Avada Kendarva."
"He said that Chanse had seen it before while trying to save her brother, and succeed then, but this time when she saw it she was trying to save herself, and she failed."
"When do you think she tried to save her brother?"
"Well last year she saved him."
"May I speak to you outside, please?" Madam Pomfrey gestured to the door.
"Certainly." Dumbledore opened the door the room and followed behind Madam Pomfrey, as she stepped out of the room. "Why did we need to step outside?"
"Because I was thinking that you know Chanse has seen Avada Kendarva before, right?"
"Correct."
"Well maybe she didn't see it last year while trying to save Harry."
"What other time could she have seen it? She's only met Harry once, and that was last year."
"Well the deaths of James and Lily and the survival of Harry."
"What are you trying to say Poppy?" Dumbledore asked, "Are you trying to say Chanse saved Harry?"
"Exactly what I'm trying to say."
"But how could she?"
"Well you know how Heather and Tom would always come to you to get Chanse's powers bound?"
"Yes?"
"Well and you remember how they would always bring Chanse with them?"
"Yes."
"Well they stopped bringing Chanse after the deaths of James and Lily."
"So are you suggesting that somehow Chanse saved Harry's life, but didn't save James and Lily's?"
"Sort of," she sighed, "See my theory is that Chanse could since her father and brother were in trouble, so she somehow got over there...probably through Apparition...and appeared in James' house, after Voldemort killed James and Lily, and Chanse stopped Voldemort from killing Harry."
"I don't see how that would work." Dumbledore sighed, "How did you come up with all that?"
"Remember how she was mumbling about a rocking chair?"
"Yes?"
"Well I was watching you comfort her by rocking her back and forth, and mothers comfort their babies by rocking them in a rocking chair...then after that thought process it just all clicked."
"How could a little girl stop Voldemort?"
"The same way a baby boy can survive the Avada Kendarva curse."
"But you just said Chanse saved him."
"But Harry had to get the scar somewhere."
"But..."
"See I think Voldemort tried to use the Avada Kendarva on Harry but Chanse cast a counter curse, probably using James' wand."
"But she was a child."
"And when she came to Hogwarts we didn't put her in first year," she snapped back, "we put her in sixth year...and she caught onto the magic world like she had been in it since she was a baby."
"I'll admit it is a little strange that Chanse caught on so easily, but it still doesn't fit into your story."
"How else are you going to fit 'rocking chair' into the clues of 'Avada Kendarva' and 'The Forbidden Forest'?"
Dumbledore paused and thought. "Well I don't know."
"It's the best theory we have right now," Madam Pomfrey sighed, "on a lot of things...Chanse's mumbles and why Harry survived Voldemort's attack."
"Yes it is."
"Well I need to be getting back to Chanse now." Madam Pomfrey started to walk back into Chanse's room.
"Why can't I come" Dumbledore asked.
"I need to talk to her alone, Albus."
"I understand."
Madam Pomfrey started to walk into Chanse's room while Dumbledore started down the hallway, "I wish you did." She whispered as she walked into the room.
"Hey Madam Pomfrey," Chanse smiled, "Why'd you guys go out in the hall?"
"I needed to explain something to Dumbledore." She nodded as she walked closer to Chanse. "Chanse you only remember things before becoming a witch right?"
"Yeah," Chanse nodded as she watched Madam Pomfrey sit by Chanse, "But yet this life seems strangely familiar."
"Do you remember coming to London?"
"A little...but I was really young when I did."
"I know," Madam Pomfrey nodded, "do you remember casting any spells when you were younger?"
Chanse thought for a little bit and then smiled, "Yeah...I remember playing with a baby boy, his parents, and some other scary guy."
"What happened?"
"Well the scary guy pretended to hurt the parents, and tried to hurt the little boy, and I saved him."
"Just as I thought." Madam Pomfrey whispered to herself.
"Why?"
"That wasn't pretending...you saved your brother, Harry's life from Voldemort."
Chanse's body grew heavy as she fell back onto her bed and felt as if she was loosing control over her body. She looked over at Madam Pomfrey, "What's happening to me?"
"I didn't think Dumbledore or Oliver would be in here when I was coming to talk to you," Madam Pomfrey sighed, "because I needed to talk to you alone."
"About what?" Chanse said weakly.
"I've been going over your health records, lately, because something didn't seem right about them." Madam Pomfrey paused as she looked over at Chanse, who seemed helpless, "Chanse you're dying."
A day had past and Chanse was still unconscious. She hadn't moved even the slightest inch, from where she had been placed. Madam Pomfrey had decided that everyone could spend an hour in Chanse's room, but only one person at a time. First Harry went, and then Brandon, then Cho, then Angelina, then Hermione, then Ron, then Fred, then George, Kirstyn, Emily, Shadun, the list of people went on.
"What happened?" Chanse whispered, as her eyes slowly fluttered opened, to the dim hospital room.
She looked around the dim room and saw that everything was almost exactly, how she had remembered it. She looked over at the large window and saw that the large sun was slowly falling behind the castle walls of Hogwarts. There also was a glowing silver pentacle in the middle of the large window.
"What the?" Chanse whispered as she slowly started to pull the covers off her body, so that she could go over to the window.
"What's going on?" A voice mumbled. Chanse quickly stopped and looked down to see Oliver Wood laying his head on the edge of Chanse's hospital bed. "Chanse?" he asked.
"Yes?" Chanse whispered.
"Do you remember me?" Oliver asked.
"Oliver Wood, right?"
"You remember me!" Oliver shouted as he jumped out of his seat. "I can't believe you remember me!" He started to give Chanse a hug but moved away. "What's wrong?" Oliver asked with concern in his voice, but a smile of excitement on his face.
"I only remember you because you told me your name," Chanse whispered, "Otherwise I have no idea who you are."
"Do you remember anything?" Oliver asked. Chanse looked at Oliver with fear, disappointment, and shame all mixed in her emerald eyes. "Chanse?" Oliver whispered again.
"I'm sorry." Chanse whispered.
"Mr. Wood?" A voice asked.
Chanse and Oliver looked over to see an old wizard standing in the doorway, "Hello Dumbledore." Chanse weakly smiled.
"You remember me Miss Potter?"
"Sort of," Chanse sighed, "not a whole lot though."
"What all do you remember?" Dumbledore made his way into Chanse's room.
"Well," Chanse thought, "I remember great waters that push around into the rocks," Chanse smiled in delight, "and beautiful flowers all around."
"Maui?" Oliver asked.
"That sounds familiar." Chanse nodded to Oliver.
"What else do you remember?" Dumbledore asked.
"Three girls and a boy." Chanse smirked.
"Anything else?"
"The boy being my boyfriend...I think." Chanse thought, "Two people carrying for me, but after all of that everything is still a blank."
"Nikki?"
"Yeah," Chanse turned to Oliver, "that's one of the girls."
"Then Lin?"
"Yeah," Chanse smiled with excitement.
"And Eve?"
"Yeah!" Chanse laughed, "How do you know all of them?"
"And Milo is the boy...right?"
"YEAH!" Chanse laughed again, "But how do you know all of that?"
"Dumbledore may I talk to you?" Oliver gestured over by the large window with the pentacle on it.
"Certainly Mr. Wood." Dumbledore nodded and followed Oliver over to the window. "What is it, Oliver?"
"I know all those things because she used to tell me all about Maui and her friends, when we were..." Oliver's voice trailed off, has he looked down at his shoes.
"When you were dating?" Dumbledore asked.
Oliver looked up into the old wizard's shining eyes, "Yeah," he sighed, "when we were dating."
"So what do you think about her memory of all those things?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Honestly?" Oliver asked.
"Honestly."
"Well," Oliver looked over at Chanse who was staring at Oliver and Dumbledore with a grin across her face, "I think that since she's remembering all of her friends from Maui, and her parents, and then everything after that is a blank..."
"She just remembers her life before being a witch." Dumbledore finished.
"Unfortunately," Oliver sighed, "that's what I honestly think."
"Chanse?" Dumbledore asked, as he walked towards Chanse, while Oliver stayed by the window.
"Yes Dumbledore?"
"Do you remember platform nine and three quarters?"
"Nine and three quarters?" Chanse gasped, "Sorry to break it to you sir, but there's no such thing."
"Diagon Alley?" Dumbledore asked, "Do you remember Diagon Alley?"
"What Alley?" Chanse asked.
"Do you remember anything about being a witch?" Dumbledore urged.
"A witch?" Chanse asked, "Witches aren't real...everyone knows that," Chanse laughed, "except the fact that I've been living in a magical world filled with witches and wizards." She laughed again. "Why do you ask?"
"Chanse the good news is that your memories coming back," Dumbledore smiled.
"That's great." Chanse smiled back.
"But the bad news is that it's taking you awhile just to remember your life before finding out you're a witch."
"Well just give me sometime and I'll remember everything," Chanse smiled.
"Yeah," Dumbledore smiled.
"Dumbledore what's this pentacle doing on the window?" Oliver asked, "It won't rub off either," he pushed his hand against the cold glass and tried to wipe off the pentacle, but it didn't even budge.
"I don't know Mr. Wood," Dumbledore headed over to the window, and stared at the silver pentacle.
"I saw it after I had woken up," Chanse started to talk as she made her way out of bed, "I tried to get up to see what it was but I woke Oliver up," she walked closer to the pentacle, "and then I forgot all about it."
Dumbledore ran his fingers over the silver glowing pentacle and watched as it seemed unfazed by Dumbledore's touch. "Interesting," Dumbledore wondered aloud.
"What is it Dumbledore?" Chanse asked.
"A pentacle," a voice from behind spoke. Dumbledore, Oliver, and Chanse all turned around to find Madam Pomfrey standing in the doorway, "It's a pentacle."
"We can see that it's a pentacle," Chanse smirked, "but why is it on my wind?"
"Dumbledore, Oliver, please come stand by me," Madam Pomfrey said calmly, "that way you guys can see what the pentacles for."
"What am I to do?" Chanse asked as she watched Dumbledore and Oliver walked closer to Madam Pomfrey's side.
"Stand there," Madam Pomfrey said calmly as she reached inside her pocket.
Dumbledore, Oliver, and Chanse all watched carefully as Madam Pomfrey pulled a dagger out of her pocket and threw it straight at Chanse's head.
"CHANSE WATCH OUT!" Oliver shouted, as he watched Chanse lift her arms up to protect her face.
Quickly the silver pentacle shot a beam of silver light out to the dagger and encased it in a silver light, which turned the dagger into dust, which slowly fell to the ground, in front of Chanse, creating a small pile of dust on the floor.
"Are you crazy Madam Pomfrey?!" Oliver shouted at the small nurse.
"No." She said calmly back to Oliver, "but you have overstayed your visit to Chanse." She opened the door for Oliver, "I suggested you leave now."
"Not when you're throwing daggers at Chanse's head," he stood his ground, "I'm not leaving until I know you won't try to kill Chanse."
"Even if I was trying to kill Chanse I couldn't." Madam Pomfrey smirked.
"What are you talking about?" Chanse's voice quivered, "Why would you try to kill me? And why couldn't you if you tried?"
"That pentacle on the window," Madam Pomfrey pointed to the glowing pentacle, "is the reason why I, or anyone else, couldn't kill you."
"I don't understand." Chanse whispered.
"Pentacles are signs of protection and guidance for people who need it," Madam Pomfrey started. "Ronan placed it on the window after he left last night."
"Why was Ronan in here?" Oliver asked.
"Who's Ronan?" Chanse asked, as she made her way over to her bed and sat down.
Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat, "Ronan is a centaur from the Forbidden Forest..."
Chanse grabbed her head, "The Forbidden Forest," she mumbled, "The lime light is so bright there."
"Chanse?" Oliver asked.
Dumbledore quickly made his way over to Chanse's side, "Chanse did you see and green light in the Forbidden Forest?"
Chanse stopped and thought about Dumbledore had just said, and then she looked up into his old kind eyes, "Yes." She whispered.
Dumbledore walked over to Madam Pomfrey, "So that would explain lime light that she was mumbling about, and the darkness..."
"And the trees." Madam Pomfrey added.
"What are you two talking about?" Oliver interrupted.
"Oliver you have overstayed your visit now please leave," Madam Pomfrey opened the door, again.
"But..."
"You see that I'm not going to hurt Chanse...so now you can leave."
"Fine," Oliver sulked out of the room.
Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind Oliver and then turned back to Dumbledore, "Albus what do you think the thing about the rocking chair was about?" she whispered.
"I really don't know Poppy," he looked over at Chanse who was staring at the glowing pentacle on her window.
"Chanse?" Dumbledore made his way back over by Chanse's side, "You were mumbling something about a rocking chair...Where does the rocking chair come from? Or what does it mean?"
Chanse looked down at her legs and then back up into Dumbledore's kind eyes, "I don't know," Chanse sighed, "I'm sorry."
Dumbledore wrapped one of his arms around Chanse's shoulders and pulled her closer to him, "It's alright Chanse," he rocked her back and forth, "it's alright."
Madam Pomfrey stared at Dumbledore rocking Chanse back and forth; comforting her. "Albus can you come here please?"
"Certainly Poppy," Dumbledore stood up and then turned to Chanse, "hold on."
"Alright."
Dumbledore made his way over to Madam Pomfrey, "What is it Poppy?"
"What was it that Ronan said about," She looked over at Chanse, who was staring at them, and then she whispered, "Avada Kendarva."
"He said that Chanse had seen it before while trying to save her brother, and succeed then, but this time when she saw it she was trying to save herself, and she failed."
"When do you think she tried to save her brother?"
"Well last year she saved him."
"May I speak to you outside, please?" Madam Pomfrey gestured to the door.
"Certainly." Dumbledore opened the door the room and followed behind Madam Pomfrey, as she stepped out of the room. "Why did we need to step outside?"
"Because I was thinking that you know Chanse has seen Avada Kendarva before, right?"
"Correct."
"Well maybe she didn't see it last year while trying to save Harry."
"What other time could she have seen it? She's only met Harry once, and that was last year."
"Well the deaths of James and Lily and the survival of Harry."
"What are you trying to say Poppy?" Dumbledore asked, "Are you trying to say Chanse saved Harry?"
"Exactly what I'm trying to say."
"But how could she?"
"Well you know how Heather and Tom would always come to you to get Chanse's powers bound?"
"Yes?"
"Well and you remember how they would always bring Chanse with them?"
"Yes."
"Well they stopped bringing Chanse after the deaths of James and Lily."
"So are you suggesting that somehow Chanse saved Harry's life, but didn't save James and Lily's?"
"Sort of," she sighed, "See my theory is that Chanse could since her father and brother were in trouble, so she somehow got over there...probably through Apparition...and appeared in James' house, after Voldemort killed James and Lily, and Chanse stopped Voldemort from killing Harry."
"I don't see how that would work." Dumbledore sighed, "How did you come up with all that?"
"Remember how she was mumbling about a rocking chair?"
"Yes?"
"Well I was watching you comfort her by rocking her back and forth, and mothers comfort their babies by rocking them in a rocking chair...then after that thought process it just all clicked."
"How could a little girl stop Voldemort?"
"The same way a baby boy can survive the Avada Kendarva curse."
"But you just said Chanse saved him."
"But Harry had to get the scar somewhere."
"But..."
"See I think Voldemort tried to use the Avada Kendarva on Harry but Chanse cast a counter curse, probably using James' wand."
"But she was a child."
"And when she came to Hogwarts we didn't put her in first year," she snapped back, "we put her in sixth year...and she caught onto the magic world like she had been in it since she was a baby."
"I'll admit it is a little strange that Chanse caught on so easily, but it still doesn't fit into your story."
"How else are you going to fit 'rocking chair' into the clues of 'Avada Kendarva' and 'The Forbidden Forest'?"
Dumbledore paused and thought. "Well I don't know."
"It's the best theory we have right now," Madam Pomfrey sighed, "on a lot of things...Chanse's mumbles and why Harry survived Voldemort's attack."
"Yes it is."
"Well I need to be getting back to Chanse now." Madam Pomfrey started to walk back into Chanse's room.
"Why can't I come" Dumbledore asked.
"I need to talk to her alone, Albus."
"I understand."
Madam Pomfrey started to walk into Chanse's room while Dumbledore started down the hallway, "I wish you did." She whispered as she walked into the room.
"Hey Madam Pomfrey," Chanse smiled, "Why'd you guys go out in the hall?"
"I needed to explain something to Dumbledore." She nodded as she walked closer to Chanse. "Chanse you only remember things before becoming a witch right?"
"Yeah," Chanse nodded as she watched Madam Pomfrey sit by Chanse, "But yet this life seems strangely familiar."
"Do you remember coming to London?"
"A little...but I was really young when I did."
"I know," Madam Pomfrey nodded, "do you remember casting any spells when you were younger?"
Chanse thought for a little bit and then smiled, "Yeah...I remember playing with a baby boy, his parents, and some other scary guy."
"What happened?"
"Well the scary guy pretended to hurt the parents, and tried to hurt the little boy, and I saved him."
"Just as I thought." Madam Pomfrey whispered to herself.
"Why?"
"That wasn't pretending...you saved your brother, Harry's life from Voldemort."
Chanse's body grew heavy as she fell back onto her bed and felt as if she was loosing control over her body. She looked over at Madam Pomfrey, "What's happening to me?"
"I didn't think Dumbledore or Oliver would be in here when I was coming to talk to you," Madam Pomfrey sighed, "because I needed to talk to you alone."
"About what?" Chanse said weakly.
"I've been going over your health records, lately, because something didn't seem right about them." Madam Pomfrey paused as she looked over at Chanse, who seemed helpless, "Chanse you're dying."