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A/N: For me, this is update mania. As you know, our computer has this permanent damage of not allowing me to upload chapters, and now, using the computers in school, I am able to upload again. During vacation, I already wrote the chapters of my stories, so all I have to do is post them, however, I need to get an amount of reviews before I post a new one. It gets me motivated and full of hope that people read my stories, those reviews you give, so please, please review. Ten reviews wouldn't hurt, just a simple "nice, great job, please continue" would make my day. Of course, if you want to add to that, why not? If you are a fellow author, you would know what I mean.
Anyways, I had to reread my fic because I completely forgot about how I wrote it and such. This is the fourth chapter; I hope you like it, please read it and review. It's now about the lovers' struggle to find out their identity.
1 What it Means
By Prowess
'Okay, don't panic,' the young lady said to self, repeatedly. The thought of not knowing her identity made a bit shaky and worried. Where am I going to go? What was I doing e? Who were with me? A lot of questions kept popping in her head, which eventually made her panic more. She was in the verge of tears, knowing no one, looking at the people passing by, hoping she would recognize someone, or someone would recognize her. However, no one seemed to know her nor come near, she was like a freak.
She tried deep breathing, just to calm self. 'I can be independent.' She reminded herself over and over, to erase the fact she was scared. 'I can go through this, even if I am alone.' She stood up from we she was sitting, and heard a little clink. Looking down, she saw the necklace, the only clue she has about self. Something in her head made her quickly grab it, hiding it from anyone, maybe because it was a link to her identity, of maybe because it would help remember someone. Walking around, she passed by buildings, a candy store, a grocery store, a flower shop, hoping that anyone would just suddenly scream out her name and hurry towards her. She bumped into a lot of people too, at first bumping accidentally but then, thinking this was a nice strategy, bumped every one, just so people would look at her.
After hours of "hunting," she decided to sit down near the staircase of one building. She was terribly exhausted, and to top it all, she didn't know any person she passed by. She looked up to see we she was situated at, and to her surprise, her heart leapt with joy. She didn't know why she was so excited upon seeing the bookstore, but she stood up and looked at the books on display. What she saw though startled her. Te were two things she suddenly noticed, the first one, a purple book, It had silver lettering engraved, the words spelling out a title that made her heart beat faster.
"Witches and Wizards alike: What would happen if they live among us?" she whispered, her hand clutching her dress, which surprised her even more.
The second thing she noticed was the shabby clothes she wore. They were torn and old, and she realized that it could be the reason nobody talked to her. She was too busy looking for a familiar face, she didn't notice how she looked. It made her realize too, that no one just left her at the park. Someone took her there.
This made her panic more. 'What if she was raped or kidnapped by someone? What did the necklace mean?' She was so desperate for answers that she began to cry. As the tears spilled from her pale face, she brought her arms up to wipe her cheeks dry. What she saw made her cry and worry more. Her hands, just above the area we check our pulse, was very white, and a deep mark was around the skin, like she was tied for millions of years. Her hands were very white and lifeless, like no blood flowed through them for days, and it hurt her more that not only did she not know self, she didn't know what happened to her either. She could be sick, and left there to die, she could be raped and left with or without a child, she doesn't know. It just made her cry even more, her sobs more aching than before. An old man who happened to be cleaning the walk approached her.
"Do you need help lady?" The young woman looked up, puffy eyes continuously shedding unstoppable tears, and she nodded her head, unable to speak.
"Well, I have a young niece looking for a roommate. I reckon you are lost. Would you like to stay there for a moment?" She was so happy, it was as if a little angel came down to her and carried her across the sky. She stood up, with the aid of the old man, and started to follow him.
"Sir?" she asked, her voice shaky and scared. "Is it possible that you know who I am?" Her heart skipped a beat, waiting for the answer that could probably change her state.
"No." he replied. Her heart sank, last hope gone. She would never find out about her identity. "But," the old man added. "I know you now." His smile was sincere, and it didn't fail to put a smile across his new friend's face.
"My mind says, it's still not enough, but my heart says it's more than that." She replied and started telling him about her memory loss.
"Well, I just phoned my niece. She is very excited to meet you. Although, you both have to work to pay the rent." The old man started.
"Oh, it would be nice to have a job, Mr. Strome. That way, I could bump into someone who knows me here." She happily agreed.
"Call me Kevin, dear. One more thing, though. You still don't have a name. What do you want to be called?"
"Honestly, I don't know, maybe you could pick for me."
"Well, I had a daughter, she passed away years ago. Should have been your age if she was alive, about sixteen or seventeen. Her name is Lizette. You remind me of her." He replied, a little teary-eyed.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to make you feel sad because of it. I'm very sorry, about her. I mean, whenever you would call me, you would feel hurt. I can't bear to see you sad." She cried.
"Please, it would make me feel so much better to call you that more than anything. It's like as if she was here. She would also have liked that." The girl smiled.
"It would be an honor, Mr. Strome." She replied. "My name is now Lizette. Lizette Strome. How is that?" she questioned her foster father.
"It fits perfectly, my dear. And you will now call me Uncle Kevin, just to pry out from suspicious eyes." He replied. "Well then. Shall we go now?"
"Uncle Kevin? What would I wear?" She asked, looking at her tatters. It doesn't look like a wonderful sight that's for sure.
"Well, my niece, Evette, stayed here last week, perhaps she left some clothes she doesn't use anymore."
He opened a trunk, which to her looked familiar, although she can't picture where she saw it. Still it was like one of the few objects she saw everyday before she lost sense of herself. There were lots of clothes there, dresses, shirts and pants, and Lizette, not caring if they are hand-me- downs, is very delighted to wear comfortable clothes once again.
"Now I know how Ron feels!" she blurted out, unknowingly. Kevin looked up at him with his half-moon shaped glasses sparkling because of the light.
"What did you say dear?" he asked, wondering if she had her memory back.
Lizette was unable to answer. "Well, I don't know. It came from my mouth, suddenly. What does this mean?" she asked. "Am I going to get my memory soon?"
"I don't know Lizette. I don't know."
"Here's your side of the room, it's a good thing we have an extra bed. Mom will give you sheets and a pillow later. Just make yourself comfortable, I'll get chips." A black-haired lad stood there, looking around a room.
"Thanks a lot Brian. I appreciate the help." He looked back at the blonde guy behind him, who was holding the doorknob.
"No problem Stephen. Anything for my new brother." He flashed a smile and hurried on.
Going down, Brian passed by his mother, a blonde haired plump woman in a pink apron and his father, a brown haired sales manager.
"Brian, dear, how is he doing? Is he comfortable?" his mother asked.
"He's adjusting mom. Weird though, losing your memory. That sucks." Brian answered.
"Don't worry my boy, he'll get over it soon enough. Matter of time before everything goes back to him." His son shrugged and hurried to the kitchen to get food.
"Hector, the question is, how long?" Miranda, his wife, asked worryingly.
"Come on, honey. We've been through this. The kid landed on our backyard, a few inches of the picket fence. Good thing his skin wasn't that scarred. This must be some sign. He needs help. He can't turn to anyone but us. Besides the kids are very comfortable with him."
"I wonder though, did you see his forehead?" Miranda asked intriguingly.
"Quite peculiar. But a little familiar."
"Are you ready?" An anxious Lizette was smoothing her skirt and fixing her hat. She looked up and smiled.
"Yes. I'm ready." She replied, her voice a bit shaky but still calm.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The door was opened and Lizette saw a woman that looks a few years older than her.
"You must be Evette. Hi," Lizette started shaking the hand Evette offered her. "Oh, I hope you don't mind the clothes. They're from…"
"No need to explain," she replied in a charming tone. "Come in, Lizette, right? Uncle told me the whole story." Lizette was warmly welcomed and for the first time that day, for the first time after her memory was lost, she had a home.
"Well then, ladies. 'I'm off to work. I still have to clean the park." Kevin tipped his hat and walked out the door.
"This is your room, I'm on the other side. Here' s the kitchen. There's actually two bathrooms but only one's working because there's a flush problem on the other." Evette pointed at a locked door. "If you'll need anything else, just call me." She smiled.
"It's so nice of you to let me stay." Lizette started, her eyes roaming around the place.
"Oh, I'm glad someone would stay. I would've have shared this with anyone. The landlady said she'd throw me out if I didn't get a partner. This was the only room, and of all the apartments, it's one I can't afford. She gave me a week though. And today's the last day. I was so lucky you came along and I didn't have to ask my old boyfriend to come like I was a desperate beggar."
"I was so lucky Kevin came along, or else I would've been sleeping on the street. Or maybe I would've ended up in prison." They hugged each other and spent the night talking about all they can remember, especially for Lizette, getting to know each other. Lizette never thought her day would end up like this. Even if she didn't have her memory, even if she still didn't know what anything means, the necklace, which was now around her neck, at least she had a home and at least she had people she could call family.
He lied down his mattress, his hands supporting his head. "Stephen Asmond." He whispered again and again, scratching a lighting shaped scar at his forehead. What does this scar mean? And this necklace, letter h?
A/N: There I finished my chapter; one of many I was going to upload. I hope that there would be ten to fifteen reviews before I continue. That would be very kind of a reader to do. I hope you liked this one. Remember that Lizette is Hermione, Stephen is Harry. I had to change their names. It would be far more than coincidence if I didn't. I do have a hard time typing, most of the time I still type Hermione and Harry so if you see any just tell me. Draco wouldn't be far off the picture, so please review so I could continue. It all depends on you so please, please review and tell me what you think. Constructive Criticism appreciated.
A/N: For me, this is update mania. As you know, our computer has this permanent damage of not allowing me to upload chapters, and now, using the computers in school, I am able to upload again. During vacation, I already wrote the chapters of my stories, so all I have to do is post them, however, I need to get an amount of reviews before I post a new one. It gets me motivated and full of hope that people read my stories, those reviews you give, so please, please review. Ten reviews wouldn't hurt, just a simple "nice, great job, please continue" would make my day. Of course, if you want to add to that, why not? If you are a fellow author, you would know what I mean.
Anyways, I had to reread my fic because I completely forgot about how I wrote it and such. This is the fourth chapter; I hope you like it, please read it and review. It's now about the lovers' struggle to find out their identity.
1 What it Means
By Prowess
'Okay, don't panic,' the young lady said to self, repeatedly. The thought of not knowing her identity made a bit shaky and worried. Where am I going to go? What was I doing e? Who were with me? A lot of questions kept popping in her head, which eventually made her panic more. She was in the verge of tears, knowing no one, looking at the people passing by, hoping she would recognize someone, or someone would recognize her. However, no one seemed to know her nor come near, she was like a freak.
She tried deep breathing, just to calm self. 'I can be independent.' She reminded herself over and over, to erase the fact she was scared. 'I can go through this, even if I am alone.' She stood up from we she was sitting, and heard a little clink. Looking down, she saw the necklace, the only clue she has about self. Something in her head made her quickly grab it, hiding it from anyone, maybe because it was a link to her identity, of maybe because it would help remember someone. Walking around, she passed by buildings, a candy store, a grocery store, a flower shop, hoping that anyone would just suddenly scream out her name and hurry towards her. She bumped into a lot of people too, at first bumping accidentally but then, thinking this was a nice strategy, bumped every one, just so people would look at her.
After hours of "hunting," she decided to sit down near the staircase of one building. She was terribly exhausted, and to top it all, she didn't know any person she passed by. She looked up to see we she was situated at, and to her surprise, her heart leapt with joy. She didn't know why she was so excited upon seeing the bookstore, but she stood up and looked at the books on display. What she saw though startled her. Te were two things she suddenly noticed, the first one, a purple book, It had silver lettering engraved, the words spelling out a title that made her heart beat faster.
"Witches and Wizards alike: What would happen if they live among us?" she whispered, her hand clutching her dress, which surprised her even more.
The second thing she noticed was the shabby clothes she wore. They were torn and old, and she realized that it could be the reason nobody talked to her. She was too busy looking for a familiar face, she didn't notice how she looked. It made her realize too, that no one just left her at the park. Someone took her there.
This made her panic more. 'What if she was raped or kidnapped by someone? What did the necklace mean?' She was so desperate for answers that she began to cry. As the tears spilled from her pale face, she brought her arms up to wipe her cheeks dry. What she saw made her cry and worry more. Her hands, just above the area we check our pulse, was very white, and a deep mark was around the skin, like she was tied for millions of years. Her hands were very white and lifeless, like no blood flowed through them for days, and it hurt her more that not only did she not know self, she didn't know what happened to her either. She could be sick, and left there to die, she could be raped and left with or without a child, she doesn't know. It just made her cry even more, her sobs more aching than before. An old man who happened to be cleaning the walk approached her.
"Do you need help lady?" The young woman looked up, puffy eyes continuously shedding unstoppable tears, and she nodded her head, unable to speak.
"Well, I have a young niece looking for a roommate. I reckon you are lost. Would you like to stay there for a moment?" She was so happy, it was as if a little angel came down to her and carried her across the sky. She stood up, with the aid of the old man, and started to follow him.
"Sir?" she asked, her voice shaky and scared. "Is it possible that you know who I am?" Her heart skipped a beat, waiting for the answer that could probably change her state.
"No." he replied. Her heart sank, last hope gone. She would never find out about her identity. "But," the old man added. "I know you now." His smile was sincere, and it didn't fail to put a smile across his new friend's face.
"My mind says, it's still not enough, but my heart says it's more than that." She replied and started telling him about her memory loss.
"Well, I just phoned my niece. She is very excited to meet you. Although, you both have to work to pay the rent." The old man started.
"Oh, it would be nice to have a job, Mr. Strome. That way, I could bump into someone who knows me here." She happily agreed.
"Call me Kevin, dear. One more thing, though. You still don't have a name. What do you want to be called?"
"Honestly, I don't know, maybe you could pick for me."
"Well, I had a daughter, she passed away years ago. Should have been your age if she was alive, about sixteen or seventeen. Her name is Lizette. You remind me of her." He replied, a little teary-eyed.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to make you feel sad because of it. I'm very sorry, about her. I mean, whenever you would call me, you would feel hurt. I can't bear to see you sad." She cried.
"Please, it would make me feel so much better to call you that more than anything. It's like as if she was here. She would also have liked that." The girl smiled.
"It would be an honor, Mr. Strome." She replied. "My name is now Lizette. Lizette Strome. How is that?" she questioned her foster father.
"It fits perfectly, my dear. And you will now call me Uncle Kevin, just to pry out from suspicious eyes." He replied. "Well then. Shall we go now?"
"Uncle Kevin? What would I wear?" She asked, looking at her tatters. It doesn't look like a wonderful sight that's for sure.
"Well, my niece, Evette, stayed here last week, perhaps she left some clothes she doesn't use anymore."
He opened a trunk, which to her looked familiar, although she can't picture where she saw it. Still it was like one of the few objects she saw everyday before she lost sense of herself. There were lots of clothes there, dresses, shirts and pants, and Lizette, not caring if they are hand-me- downs, is very delighted to wear comfortable clothes once again.
"Now I know how Ron feels!" she blurted out, unknowingly. Kevin looked up at him with his half-moon shaped glasses sparkling because of the light.
"What did you say dear?" he asked, wondering if she had her memory back.
Lizette was unable to answer. "Well, I don't know. It came from my mouth, suddenly. What does this mean?" she asked. "Am I going to get my memory soon?"
"I don't know Lizette. I don't know."
"Here's your side of the room, it's a good thing we have an extra bed. Mom will give you sheets and a pillow later. Just make yourself comfortable, I'll get chips." A black-haired lad stood there, looking around a room.
"Thanks a lot Brian. I appreciate the help." He looked back at the blonde guy behind him, who was holding the doorknob.
"No problem Stephen. Anything for my new brother." He flashed a smile and hurried on.
Going down, Brian passed by his mother, a blonde haired plump woman in a pink apron and his father, a brown haired sales manager.
"Brian, dear, how is he doing? Is he comfortable?" his mother asked.
"He's adjusting mom. Weird though, losing your memory. That sucks." Brian answered.
"Don't worry my boy, he'll get over it soon enough. Matter of time before everything goes back to him." His son shrugged and hurried to the kitchen to get food.
"Hector, the question is, how long?" Miranda, his wife, asked worryingly.
"Come on, honey. We've been through this. The kid landed on our backyard, a few inches of the picket fence. Good thing his skin wasn't that scarred. This must be some sign. He needs help. He can't turn to anyone but us. Besides the kids are very comfortable with him."
"I wonder though, did you see his forehead?" Miranda asked intriguingly.
"Quite peculiar. But a little familiar."
"Are you ready?" An anxious Lizette was smoothing her skirt and fixing her hat. She looked up and smiled.
"Yes. I'm ready." She replied, her voice a bit shaky but still calm.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The door was opened and Lizette saw a woman that looks a few years older than her.
"You must be Evette. Hi," Lizette started shaking the hand Evette offered her. "Oh, I hope you don't mind the clothes. They're from…"
"No need to explain," she replied in a charming tone. "Come in, Lizette, right? Uncle told me the whole story." Lizette was warmly welcomed and for the first time that day, for the first time after her memory was lost, she had a home.
"Well then, ladies. 'I'm off to work. I still have to clean the park." Kevin tipped his hat and walked out the door.
"This is your room, I'm on the other side. Here' s the kitchen. There's actually two bathrooms but only one's working because there's a flush problem on the other." Evette pointed at a locked door. "If you'll need anything else, just call me." She smiled.
"It's so nice of you to let me stay." Lizette started, her eyes roaming around the place.
"Oh, I'm glad someone would stay. I would've have shared this with anyone. The landlady said she'd throw me out if I didn't get a partner. This was the only room, and of all the apartments, it's one I can't afford. She gave me a week though. And today's the last day. I was so lucky you came along and I didn't have to ask my old boyfriend to come like I was a desperate beggar."
"I was so lucky Kevin came along, or else I would've been sleeping on the street. Or maybe I would've ended up in prison." They hugged each other and spent the night talking about all they can remember, especially for Lizette, getting to know each other. Lizette never thought her day would end up like this. Even if she didn't have her memory, even if she still didn't know what anything means, the necklace, which was now around her neck, at least she had a home and at least she had people she could call family.
He lied down his mattress, his hands supporting his head. "Stephen Asmond." He whispered again and again, scratching a lighting shaped scar at his forehead. What does this scar mean? And this necklace, letter h?
A/N: There I finished my chapter; one of many I was going to upload. I hope that there would be ten to fifteen reviews before I continue. That would be very kind of a reader to do. I hope you liked this one. Remember that Lizette is Hermione, Stephen is Harry. I had to change their names. It would be far more than coincidence if I didn't. I do have a hard time typing, most of the time I still type Hermione and Harry so if you see any just tell me. Draco wouldn't be far off the picture, so please review so I could continue. It all depends on you so please, please review and tell me what you think. Constructive Criticism appreciated.
