Our Note: Sorry this chapter is so short guys! Will write more later!
"Well, I'm afraid the situation is hopeless," Madame Pomfrey said with a sigh.
"There are no potions that could help him?" Hermione said, sounding distressed.
"NO, Hermione," she responded. "The only thing I can do for memories from past lives is a memory charm, and I'm afraid that would wipe his memory completely."
Suddenly Professor Dumbledore arrived, his long silver beard knotted around a ball of caterpillar liver. "Don't ask," he said as everyone stared.
"Anyways, Harry: I have interesting news for you. Come up to my office please," Dumbledore requested as he left the Hospital Wing.
Harry followed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He sighed. Usually when he went up to "Dumble-dwarf's" office he'd have to listen to one of his stupid pointless junky speeches that went on and on and on and took about 4 pages of the book.
Just then he felt something in his pockets! It might be something to get him out of the office! He took the mysterious object out, only to discover a little packet. On it, it said: "Silicone: Do Not Eat." Angrily, Harry stuffed the packet back into his pants. What's the point of silicone if you can't eat it?
Crossly, Harry let out an uncontrollable, "Brawwwk!" Dumbledore turned around and stared at his young pupil for a moment, then continued walking.