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Come Back Sweet Memory
Chapter 2: He Remembers Here but Not Me?
"Harry," Dumbledore spoke in a tone that Harry recognized, "Meloncal informed me that you have amnesia."
"Sir?"
"Yes Harry?"
"Who am I?"
"You are a sixth year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a Gryffindor, a seeker on the house Quidditch team, an enemy, a friend, and a wizard. You are the son of James and Lily Potter, the summer son of Authur and Molly Weasley, and godson to Sirius Black. You're a friend to all the Weasleys but more commonly Ronald, also Hermione Granger, and in your latest quest Ginny Weasley, the youngest, Neville Longbottoms, and Luna Lovegood. You don't get along well Draco Malfoy," Dumbledore stopped to let his words sink in a smile tucking at his last words.
"A wizard?" Harry looked at the old Professor as though he had gone senile or turned a shade of polka dot green.
"Yes," Dumbledore picked something up from the bed end table and held it up, "this is your wand holly eleven inches..."
"Phoenix feather, Fawkes, your phoenix's tail feather," Harry said in awe taking and examining the wand.
"Very good Harry, hopefully some things will come back just by seeing something familiar," Dumbledore smiled, "can you remember any spells?"
Harry sat for a moment with his eyes closed searching his few memories; finally he came up with one and pointed it at a box on the end table, "Accio!" the box flew to him, opening it he used "Flipendo!" to stun the chocolate frog. As though it was no big deal ate the frog in three bites.
"Good! Wonderful, Harry though I may not be as experienced as Meloncal or Madam Pomfrey but I do know that a wizard may forget his name and the memories that he reflects upon, but never will he forget what he has taken to heart. With the way you defend yourself I'm not surprised you have remembered that which protects yourself and others." Dumbledore was truly happy, "I am going to send in a bunch of people little by little to say hi and let them see you or they will be angry with me. Mrs. Weasley and Ms Granger to be exact." He mumbled something that sounded like 'over worried.' He left the room.
'Weasley?' Harry was searching for the picture that might have made it make since. In walked a plump red head woman, joy in her face, followed by twin red head boys smiling mischievously. "Harry dear," she just gave him a huge bear hug, "thank goodness your okay. Get some sleep when every one is finished seeing you."
"Mum give him air-"said one twin.
"-or he will one longer be okay," the other finished
"hiya Harry, remember us?"
"we are Gred and Forge."
"Fred! George! Don't confuse the poor boy!" Mrs. Weasley snapped, "come along! Harry dear we'll see you at Christmas if you'd like. Bye dear."
'that helped,' Harry thought sarcastically, though now he knew who that family at the table in his dream was. Next thing Harry knew two females were hugging him. He couldn't see them but they were both talking rather fast one on each side of him.
"Hermione! Sis! He is probably injured," came an adolescent male voice, "in more than one place, why don't you wait until he is better to crush him?" Immediately the girls let up.
To Harry's left was the girl with bushy brown hair and standing beside her was the tall red head she had been arguing with in his dream. "You?" an image flashed through his mind, "you are a book worm. Who spends most of your free time arguing with..." he couldn't find a name for the boy
"Ron..." the boy said unevenly.
"Right Ron the..." Harry thought for a moment, "best player of Wizard Chess!"
"Right mate," said Ron a proud smile on his face.
"Why do you two argue so much?" Harry asked as both shrugged.
A voice came from his right side, "Because they are secretly crushing on each other but each is too scared to tell the other."
Both Hermione and Ron stood, mouth agape and reddening in the face. Harry smirked. Then slowly looking to his right trying not to upset his chest injury. An image flashed through his mind *girl looking like death on wet stone floor* by the time the vision passed he was facing completely to his right.
"Ginny!" the sudden outburst from Harry scared everyone, including Harry himself. Ron was staring at Harry highly alarmed, Hermione had jumped back a little. Harry had his hand on Ginny's face, Ginny was looking at Harry a scared expression on her face, but her vision was unfocused. She backed away from Harry and walked straight for the door without staying anything or looking back.
"What's with her?" Ron said miffed.
"She had that same look..." Hermione thought for a moment, obviously calculating something, "for about ten minutes before Harry woke up."
"How is it he doesn't remember his best mates name but instead my little.." Ron began but Hermione gave him a look that shut him up quick. After a couple of minutes of silence, Harry played fifty questions with Hermione and Ron. After awhile Harry could remember a few more things.
"Good news Mr. Potter," Meloncal had walked in and was holding a potion, "I take those bandages off now, you drink this and tomorrow morning you can go back to school."
"You mean home," Harry said, "Hogwarts has been more of a home to me then any other place." A truth that somehow he knew as easily as he knew defensive magic and the youngest Weasley's name.
A/N: Thank you to my reviewer(s) Please keep r/r
Come Back Sweet Memory
Chapter 2: He Remembers Here but Not Me?
"Harry," Dumbledore spoke in a tone that Harry recognized, "Meloncal informed me that you have amnesia."
"Sir?"
"Yes Harry?"
"Who am I?"
"You are a sixth year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a Gryffindor, a seeker on the house Quidditch team, an enemy, a friend, and a wizard. You are the son of James and Lily Potter, the summer son of Authur and Molly Weasley, and godson to Sirius Black. You're a friend to all the Weasleys but more commonly Ronald, also Hermione Granger, and in your latest quest Ginny Weasley, the youngest, Neville Longbottoms, and Luna Lovegood. You don't get along well Draco Malfoy," Dumbledore stopped to let his words sink in a smile tucking at his last words.
"A wizard?" Harry looked at the old Professor as though he had gone senile or turned a shade of polka dot green.
"Yes," Dumbledore picked something up from the bed end table and held it up, "this is your wand holly eleven inches..."
"Phoenix feather, Fawkes, your phoenix's tail feather," Harry said in awe taking and examining the wand.
"Very good Harry, hopefully some things will come back just by seeing something familiar," Dumbledore smiled, "can you remember any spells?"
Harry sat for a moment with his eyes closed searching his few memories; finally he came up with one and pointed it at a box on the end table, "Accio!" the box flew to him, opening it he used "Flipendo!" to stun the chocolate frog. As though it was no big deal ate the frog in three bites.
"Good! Wonderful, Harry though I may not be as experienced as Meloncal or Madam Pomfrey but I do know that a wizard may forget his name and the memories that he reflects upon, but never will he forget what he has taken to heart. With the way you defend yourself I'm not surprised you have remembered that which protects yourself and others." Dumbledore was truly happy, "I am going to send in a bunch of people little by little to say hi and let them see you or they will be angry with me. Mrs. Weasley and Ms Granger to be exact." He mumbled something that sounded like 'over worried.' He left the room.
'Weasley?' Harry was searching for the picture that might have made it make since. In walked a plump red head woman, joy in her face, followed by twin red head boys smiling mischievously. "Harry dear," she just gave him a huge bear hug, "thank goodness your okay. Get some sleep when every one is finished seeing you."
"Mum give him air-"said one twin.
"-or he will one longer be okay," the other finished
"hiya Harry, remember us?"
"we are Gred and Forge."
"Fred! George! Don't confuse the poor boy!" Mrs. Weasley snapped, "come along! Harry dear we'll see you at Christmas if you'd like. Bye dear."
'that helped,' Harry thought sarcastically, though now he knew who that family at the table in his dream was. Next thing Harry knew two females were hugging him. He couldn't see them but they were both talking rather fast one on each side of him.
"Hermione! Sis! He is probably injured," came an adolescent male voice, "in more than one place, why don't you wait until he is better to crush him?" Immediately the girls let up.
To Harry's left was the girl with bushy brown hair and standing beside her was the tall red head she had been arguing with in his dream. "You?" an image flashed through his mind, "you are a book worm. Who spends most of your free time arguing with..." he couldn't find a name for the boy
"Ron..." the boy said unevenly.
"Right Ron the..." Harry thought for a moment, "best player of Wizard Chess!"
"Right mate," said Ron a proud smile on his face.
"Why do you two argue so much?" Harry asked as both shrugged.
A voice came from his right side, "Because they are secretly crushing on each other but each is too scared to tell the other."
Both Hermione and Ron stood, mouth agape and reddening in the face. Harry smirked. Then slowly looking to his right trying not to upset his chest injury. An image flashed through his mind *girl looking like death on wet stone floor* by the time the vision passed he was facing completely to his right.
"Ginny!" the sudden outburst from Harry scared everyone, including Harry himself. Ron was staring at Harry highly alarmed, Hermione had jumped back a little. Harry had his hand on Ginny's face, Ginny was looking at Harry a scared expression on her face, but her vision was unfocused. She backed away from Harry and walked straight for the door without staying anything or looking back.
"What's with her?" Ron said miffed.
"She had that same look..." Hermione thought for a moment, obviously calculating something, "for about ten minutes before Harry woke up."
"How is it he doesn't remember his best mates name but instead my little.." Ron began but Hermione gave him a look that shut him up quick. After a couple of minutes of silence, Harry played fifty questions with Hermione and Ron. After awhile Harry could remember a few more things.
"Good news Mr. Potter," Meloncal had walked in and was holding a potion, "I take those bandages off now, you drink this and tomorrow morning you can go back to school."
"You mean home," Harry said, "Hogwarts has been more of a home to me then any other place." A truth that somehow he knew as easily as he knew defensive magic and the youngest Weasley's name.