The next day Draco woke up and looked to the side. He knew he was in a hospital but didn't know were her was. He didn't remember anything. He looked at a strange woman who looked older and had curly red hair who was calling the doctor in the room.
"Dominic Dragon?" He looked at me.
"What the hell? Where am I? Who am I?" My head throbbed. "Damn, my head is killing me."
The doctor turned to the red haired women. "Well, He's suffering from a head wound and had amnesia. This is the third time we tried the Memory Potion on him. His memory will not come back." He sighed and turned to me. "You can't remember anything, can you?"
I tried really hard to think but I couldn't. I shook my head solemnly.
"It's alright." He walked back to the women. "You can take him home anytime now, since you're his mother. Just sign him out of this section before you leave." He smiled and turned tome. "Good day Mr. Dragon."
The lady walked over tome. "Dr—I mean Dom… do you remember anything?"
"Nothing." I said. "Well, I'm a wizard…and I'm-I went to school. I remember spells and things. Nothing about me, though."
"Oh, well, I'm your mother." She held out her hand and so I took it. I got up and stretched a little. "You have a sister and 6 brothers."
"Wow, six brothers…" I trailed off.
She informed me about "my life". She told me how I had an apartment that I just had gotten and a whole some of money from my real parents. I was adopted, that's why I looked so different. She informed me on what exactly, I was to do with the rest of my life and how I came to be in the hospital. She never mentioned my real father. I think if she had I would of gone into another coma. She said that I was in an accident involving furious chemicals for potions and that's why I had so many scars. I walked and listened intently not remembering anything. As I was told I never would. Mrs. Weasley did the best she could filling in the "gaps" of my childhood.
It was time to leave the hospital. She took out this black powdery substance that looked like ground up black chalk. She threw this stuff on the ground near her and me and shouted "The Burrow."
In an instant I felt my guts crawl into my throat. As soon as it came it left and I was in a house. It looked very comfortable. "My Mother" led me into the living room were she let me rest a few hours.
I laid my head down on the soft downy pillow and closed my eyes. I fell fast asleep.
My dreams were not pleasant. They were really quick flashbacks of before I had come to the Weasley's but all like I was watching not the one being beaten or raped.
After an hour or so I was shook awake. Another red haired girl, younger looking then my mum had waken me up. "Are you ok?" She asked me.
"I'm-I- I'M FINE." I yelled. "Sorry."
She sat next to me. "I'm Ginny" she said. "I'm your…" she hesitated. "I'm your sister." She tried to smile but she couldn't.
A man with red hair, older man, walked up to me. "I'm—I'm" he looked to My Mother who nodded. "I'm your father." He also tried to smile.
"Hi." I said sheepishly.
They smiled as Mom came towards me. "I made dinner. It's your sister's last until she goes back to Hogwarts. You were out for about a week."
"Oh, um, I'll be right in." I sighed as I tried to remember these people. I vaguely remembered picking on Ginny, my sister. As I sat trying to remember I had an odd feeling. I felt like I shouldn't be here and that Ginny was not, in fact, my sister.
I got up and walked into the kitchen where Mom prepared some chicken. I looked around and saw no pictures of me. I was the only one not in the pictures. I counted six boys and a girl but no blonde haired kid. I sighed as I sank my teeth into the wonderfully prepared meal.