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Come Back Sweet Memory
Chapter 3: Second Year
Harry did sleep and did go back to Hogwarts via Portkey the next morning. "I hate that," Harry said rubbing the shoulder he had landed on. He was standing in an office filled with quiet a few trinkets. On a perch just behind the desk was, "Fawkes! That means I've been sent to Dumbledore's office..." an image flashed through Harry's head *glass and silver objects being thrown against the eastern wall and shattering* 'When did that happen? Who broke all those things?' Harry thought racking his brain for an answer. Harry walked to the phoenix and pet him gently on the head.
"Oh! Harry I see you are here," Dumbledore had walked in a soft smile on his face, "All of your classes are with either with Mr. Weasley or Ms Granger so they will make sure you get to your classes. If you still feel tired or unsure about your memories you can head back to the common room and sleep. The password for you common room is Mackled Malaclaw."
"Thank You Professor, but I'll go to class," Harry said, "I want things to go back to normal so I know what normal is."
"Please feel free to talk to me at anytime," Harry turned the door knob and was halfway out the door, "I'm sorry to say that Mr. Weasley over exaggerates things about Professor Snape. Please try to keep an open mind, I think you know a little more then to judge a book by its cover and critics."
'Snape?' Harry thought walking absentmindedly, letting his feet guide him. He figured they probably knew where to go. After several sets of stairs and long corridors Harry was abruptly shaken from trying to form a complete memory by a voice, "Password?"
"Hello? Where? Who?" Harry spun around, instinctively grabbing his wand.
"Password, Mr. Potter if that is who you are!" the Fat Lady said accusingly.
'Password?' "Oh, Mackled Malaclaw," Harry said repeating what Dumbledore had said.
"Very well you may pass," she swung open.
"Harry," Ron said from the top of the stairs, and all heads turned to him all talking at once about 'the game'. Harry took the stairs two at a time clutching his chest, from breathing too hard.
"Ron, are they always like that?" Harry asked.
"Nah, normally they don't let you get passed," Ron said shrugging.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked Ron, "were we fighting before I fell?" An image *Ron on his back in bed, a skeptical grin on his face* another image, *Ron looking sorry and amazed a tent in the background.*
"No its just..." Ron stopped to think through what he meant to say, "its not your fault," he said carefully, "but I'm just surprised that you remembered my sister but not me."
"I can't help what I remember," Harry said, then added sarcastically, "next time I have amnesia I'll remember you first."
"Good," Ron said, "but could you try not to get amnesia again?"
"Sure."
"Great! Perfect! I got all your stuff that you need in your bag," He pointed to the bed and Harry's school bag, "grab it and let's get going we have Transfiguration fist then Charms. Lunch followed by free time and Astronomy at eleven tonight."
"Lead the way," Harry said having no idea what Ron was going on about.
***** "So that scowling teacher was our Head of House?" Harry asked.
"And the Deputy Head Mistress and Transfiguration teacher," Hermione said from behind a book called Self-Defense Spellwork, "also a friend of yours...so to speak."
Harry closed is eyes. *A woman wearing a very tiny grin, green robes, reading off names as kids go to sit on a stool, she puts an old ragged pointed hat on their head, then the hat yells something, the child smiles and walks towards one of four tables* "Odd," Harry said airily.
"What's odd?" Ron asked.
"One of my memories, I think it was, Professor McGonagall calling out names," Harry took a minute trying to sort it out.
"You saw the Sorting Hat Ceremony," said a voice slowly and quietly from just behind him, "that is how you ended up in Gryffindor."
Harry spun around, and Ron said, "what make you thinks so?" It was Ginny, her eyes were focused but she wasn't looking at anyone. She gave Ron a look of annoyance and walked out of the common room.
"She has been more moody in the past week then in her entire life," Ron said staring after her.
"We need to go and talk to her," Hermione said, Ron opened his mouth to speak, "IF we don't want a repeat of second year!" Ron closed is mouth, he flushed a little.
"You don't think?" Ron tried to finish.
"No but she was really mad and hurt that you, her big brother and so called best friend, went and didn't notice any odd changes," Hermione said closing her book, "Lets just make sure that nothing is wrong."
"When?" Ron asked.
"We have eight hours until Astrology Ginny has Potions for the next hour," Hermione said carefully.
"What happened during our second year?" Harry asked, and Hermione jumped slightly, "Sorry, I just really feel out of place with everything."
"No we're sorry mate," Ron said quickly, "I guess sometimes it slips our minds... that everything has slipped yours." Hermione and Ron shared telling the story back and forth until it came to the period Hermione was petrified to the backfire of Lockhart's memory spell.
"...The roof caved in and we were separated on each side. The rest of it you did by yourself. Fawkes picked us up, the students were unpetrified and Ginny learned a good lesson. We went home," Ron said rather flatly.
Harry sat thinking, 'serpent...Basilisk, Ginny, Diary, Tom Riddle...'
"We have to go now," Hermione said pulling Harry from his thoughts, then smiling apologetically, "if we want to get anything from Ginny we got to get her right after Potions."
"Then lets go," Ron said, "after that walk down memory lane of second year, I need to find out what's wrong with Ginny."
"Why now?" Harry asked
"Because all my brothers and my mother said if I ever went and let something bubble inside Ginny. Well let's just say they didn't paint a pretty picture." Ron replied shuttering slightly.
Come Back Sweet Memory
Chapter 3: Second Year
Harry did sleep and did go back to Hogwarts via Portkey the next morning. "I hate that," Harry said rubbing the shoulder he had landed on. He was standing in an office filled with quiet a few trinkets. On a perch just behind the desk was, "Fawkes! That means I've been sent to Dumbledore's office..." an image flashed through Harry's head *glass and silver objects being thrown against the eastern wall and shattering* 'When did that happen? Who broke all those things?' Harry thought racking his brain for an answer. Harry walked to the phoenix and pet him gently on the head.
"Oh! Harry I see you are here," Dumbledore had walked in a soft smile on his face, "All of your classes are with either with Mr. Weasley or Ms Granger so they will make sure you get to your classes. If you still feel tired or unsure about your memories you can head back to the common room and sleep. The password for you common room is Mackled Malaclaw."
"Thank You Professor, but I'll go to class," Harry said, "I want things to go back to normal so I know what normal is."
"Please feel free to talk to me at anytime," Harry turned the door knob and was halfway out the door, "I'm sorry to say that Mr. Weasley over exaggerates things about Professor Snape. Please try to keep an open mind, I think you know a little more then to judge a book by its cover and critics."
'Snape?' Harry thought walking absentmindedly, letting his feet guide him. He figured they probably knew where to go. After several sets of stairs and long corridors Harry was abruptly shaken from trying to form a complete memory by a voice, "Password?"
"Hello? Where? Who?" Harry spun around, instinctively grabbing his wand.
"Password, Mr. Potter if that is who you are!" the Fat Lady said accusingly.
'Password?' "Oh, Mackled Malaclaw," Harry said repeating what Dumbledore had said.
"Very well you may pass," she swung open.
"Harry," Ron said from the top of the stairs, and all heads turned to him all talking at once about 'the game'. Harry took the stairs two at a time clutching his chest, from breathing too hard.
"Ron, are they always like that?" Harry asked.
"Nah, normally they don't let you get passed," Ron said shrugging.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked Ron, "were we fighting before I fell?" An image *Ron on his back in bed, a skeptical grin on his face* another image, *Ron looking sorry and amazed a tent in the background.*
"No its just..." Ron stopped to think through what he meant to say, "its not your fault," he said carefully, "but I'm just surprised that you remembered my sister but not me."
"I can't help what I remember," Harry said, then added sarcastically, "next time I have amnesia I'll remember you first."
"Good," Ron said, "but could you try not to get amnesia again?"
"Sure."
"Great! Perfect! I got all your stuff that you need in your bag," He pointed to the bed and Harry's school bag, "grab it and let's get going we have Transfiguration fist then Charms. Lunch followed by free time and Astronomy at eleven tonight."
"Lead the way," Harry said having no idea what Ron was going on about.
***** "So that scowling teacher was our Head of House?" Harry asked.
"And the Deputy Head Mistress and Transfiguration teacher," Hermione said from behind a book called Self-Defense Spellwork, "also a friend of yours...so to speak."
Harry closed is eyes. *A woman wearing a very tiny grin, green robes, reading off names as kids go to sit on a stool, she puts an old ragged pointed hat on their head, then the hat yells something, the child smiles and walks towards one of four tables* "Odd," Harry said airily.
"What's odd?" Ron asked.
"One of my memories, I think it was, Professor McGonagall calling out names," Harry took a minute trying to sort it out.
"You saw the Sorting Hat Ceremony," said a voice slowly and quietly from just behind him, "that is how you ended up in Gryffindor."
Harry spun around, and Ron said, "what make you thinks so?" It was Ginny, her eyes were focused but she wasn't looking at anyone. She gave Ron a look of annoyance and walked out of the common room.
"She has been more moody in the past week then in her entire life," Ron said staring after her.
"We need to go and talk to her," Hermione said, Ron opened his mouth to speak, "IF we don't want a repeat of second year!" Ron closed is mouth, he flushed a little.
"You don't think?" Ron tried to finish.
"No but she was really mad and hurt that you, her big brother and so called best friend, went and didn't notice any odd changes," Hermione said closing her book, "Lets just make sure that nothing is wrong."
"When?" Ron asked.
"We have eight hours until Astrology Ginny has Potions for the next hour," Hermione said carefully.
"What happened during our second year?" Harry asked, and Hermione jumped slightly, "Sorry, I just really feel out of place with everything."
"No we're sorry mate," Ron said quickly, "I guess sometimes it slips our minds... that everything has slipped yours." Hermione and Ron shared telling the story back and forth until it came to the period Hermione was petrified to the backfire of Lockhart's memory spell.
"...The roof caved in and we were separated on each side. The rest of it you did by yourself. Fawkes picked us up, the students were unpetrified and Ginny learned a good lesson. We went home," Ron said rather flatly.
Harry sat thinking, 'serpent...Basilisk, Ginny, Diary, Tom Riddle...'
"We have to go now," Hermione said pulling Harry from his thoughts, then smiling apologetically, "if we want to get anything from Ginny we got to get her right after Potions."
"Then lets go," Ron said, "after that walk down memory lane of second year, I need to find out what's wrong with Ginny."
"Why now?" Harry asked
"Because all my brothers and my mother said if I ever went and let something bubble inside Ginny. Well let's just say they didn't paint a pretty picture." Ron replied shuttering slightly.