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Chapter Six
Identifying
The green-eyed boy looked around. The seven faces staring around at each other looked really familiar, but he had no idea where he might know them from. He took a deep breath and said, "So, erm, how do we figure out who we are?"
The rest looked around them. The girl with the ponytail looked to the ground and saw a pile of books a little ways away, as well as a couple knapsacks by some of the others' feet. "Oh!" she cried with excitement. "We've got books! Let's check those!" She rushed to the nearest pile and picked up the top book. There was a brown paper cover over the heavy text book. She looked at the cover. In the center, there was wide, loopy black handwriting, as though it was written with a black marker.
'CMC
Tues & Wed
Prof. Hagrid'
Then in the bottom corner, there was more black writing.
'Parvati Patil
Gryffindor
6th year'
"Oh!" she cried again. "I think my name is Parvati! Oooh, how pretty. Weird, but pretty." She grinned up at the others. Then she looked at the other writing that was on the cover. She had apparently doodled on the cover of her book when she was bored during class. Whatever class 'CMC' is… She read a few of the doodles that were done in red ink, set in big hearts and surrounded by more, smaller hearts.
'Parvati loves Harry.'
'I love Harry Potter!'
'Parvati Patil-Potter'
Parvati flushed a bit and then looked up at the black-haired, blue-eyed boy standing next to her. She stood slowly, pulling the book in to her chest and hugging it close. "Do- erm." She looked shyly at the boy she had been sleeping on. "D'you think you're Harry Potter?"
The blue eyes stared at Parvati intently. He did not have any books near him, so he had no way of knowing for sure. But they had woken up together… And she did have her hand on my ass… he thought with a smile. "I-I think so." They smiled at each other.
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The Irish boy looked at the cute, bushy-haired girl he woke up with. Hanging around her neck was a gold chain that hooked onto either end of a name, written in thick golden script. He picked it up and laid it face-up in his hand. He smiled at her. "Hey, look. You've got a name." He looked down at the name, but could not quick figure out what it said.
The bushy-haired girl looked down at the name. "Her-mee-one?" she tried. She shrugged. "Her-mee-one," she said again. She was more confident this time. I guess that's my name then. I wonder what it means… Hermione grinned at the Irish boy and said, "So what do you have?"
The boy looked at his feet. There was a satchel on the ground by where he had been laying. He bent to pick it up. There were a few books inside, none with any names. But there was also an envelope stuffed between the volumes. He picked it out and read the front. "It says 'Seamus' on it. I suppose that would be me then." He grinned broadly. "Seamus, huh? I like it."
"I do too," said Hermione timidly. "It's nice to meet you, Seamus." She held out a hand.
Seamus took her hand delicately and brought it up to his lips. "The pleasure is all mine, Her-mee-one." He sent her a dashing smile, and she smiled back as she blushed.
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The redhead was glancing at the ground where he'd fallen asleep. There was a bookbag there, with the initials 'RW' embroidered on the front. He squatted down and rummaged through the bag. There was a bunch of papers crumpled up in the bag, and a book or two. He pulled out a ball of paper and un-crinkled it.
'How to get rid of Malfoy
by Ron and Harry
1) Hex him.
2) Beat him up so Pomfrey can't heal him.
3) Talk to Charlie, ask him to bring Norbert back, feed him to Norbert.
4) Figure out how to turn him into the ferret he is and then set him loose.
5) Leave him in the Forest for Aragog.
6) Send him to live with the Dursleys for a month.
The list went all the way to the bottom of the page. After a couple items, there was another handwriting. For instance, next to item one, the second person had written "too easy," and by number two, it said "that would get us expelled too." When the redhead flattened out a couple more of the sheets in his bag, he found the list went on. As far as he could see, there were at least three hundred things listed.
"Well," he said to no one in particular. "That would make me Ron." He stood up and looked to the black-haired, blue-eyed boy that had been deemed Harry. "Hey, mate. I think we're friends. Look at this." Ron handed Harry the list.
Harry read the top line, and flipped through the sheaf of papers Ron had handed him. He snorted in amusement. "Hey, look at this one. Number two-hundred eighty-six. 'Tie him up and stuff Fred and George's socks up his nose.' Boy, are we wicked or what?" Harry smirked. "I think you're right, erm- Ron, is it? I think we are friends. Looks like we spend a lot of time together, too." He waved the pile of at least ten pages. "Maybe we're best friends."
Ron nodded and smiled at Harry and Parvati. After an appraising look at the pair together, he nodded slightly. They look cute together.
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The blonde girl walked over to Seamus and Hermione. She tapped Hermione on the shoulder. "Um, c-could you help me?" she asked.
Hermione turned to look at the blonde and smiled kindly. "Sure. Where did you wake up?"
The blonde girl pointed. "I was over there with that boy, Ron."
Hermione felt her stomach do a little flip at the name 'Ron,' but she ignored it. She put a hand on the other girl's shoulders and they walked over to the spot the girl had pointed to. There was nothing else on the ground. Just Ron's bag. Hermione looked at the blonde, almost helplessly. "I don't know what to say." She took a deep breath and looked around again. As she breathed in, a floral aroma filled her nostrils. "Wait," said Hermione. She sniffed again. This girl smelled like flowers. "Hmm," she said, thinking. "You smell pretty… Like roses." Hermione smiled. "How about we call you 'Rose' till we figure out your real name."
The blonde girl smiled slowly. "Rose. I like that." She nodded.
"Rose it is then," said Hermione.
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The green-eyed boy looked at the blonde boy. "Do you have any idea who you are?" he asked.
The blonde shook his head. "No. We didn't wake up anywhere near the others. And there's nothing by where we were." He looked down at himself. Black dress pants and shiny black leather boots. And a un-tucked, emerald green button-down shirt with wide lapels and the top couple buttons open. There was a black cotton tee-shirt peeking out of the opening. "All I know is that I dress nicely."
The green-eyed boy smiled. "Yes, you do." They smiled at each other. The two pairs of eyes traveled down the other boy's body. The green-eyed boy was wearing jeans that were a shade too big. And covering his torso was a pale blue long-sleeved tee shirt.
The blonde hid a smile and said simply, "Yes, as soon as we get this whole memory thing sorted out, you and I are going to go to the nearest clothing store and we are going to get you some new clothes."
The green-eyed boy stuck his tongue out. "Alright, then. Enough with the clothes-talk. What are we going to do about names?"
The blonde reached behind his head and rubbed the back of his neck, staring blankly at the grass, lost in thought. The green-eyed boy closed his eyes, unconsciously reaching up and taking off his glasses. He rubbed the sides of his nose where the glasses usually rested. Then his eyes snapped back open and he stared down at the blurry image of glasses in his hand. "Hey," he said. "I wear glasses."
The blonde, his hand still massaging his neck, glanced up to the green eyes. "Oh, we're observant, aren't we?" He grinned wickedly at the green-eyed boy still staring vaguely down. The green eyes snapped up at the comment, and the blonde was assaulted by the raw beauty of those green eyes. They're- they're amazing. My God, did I know this? The blonde's breath caught for a second as he stared into the bare emeralds set into the golden-tinged skin. Oh my God. He lost himself in a flurry of things he would love to do to this stunningly beautiful boy in front of him. But after about a minute, he was startled by the same boy he was pondering.
"So do you have a name for yourself?"
The blonde blinked once. Twice. He shook himself out of his stupor and realized that the green eyes were safely behind glass again. An amusing thought flitted through the blonde's mind. It's like they're on display at a museum. Held safely behind glass so no one could see their true beauty. He suddenly felt very honored to have seen what was behind that museum glass.
He then become aware that the green eyes were now looking to him for an answer. He had decided on a name a few minutes earlier, but had gotten extremely wrapped up in his wonderings over the magical green eyes. He smiled and nodded. "Yes."
"Well then?" prodded the raven-haired teen. "What is it?"
The blonde smiled mischievously. "Spike."
The dark eyebrows pushed the scar above them further into the fringe. The green-eyed boy stared at the blonde. "Why 'Spike'?"
The mischief was even more present in the blonde's gray eyes, and they started twinkling with a hint of blue leaking into them. "I'm channeling my inner bad boy." The smile spread into a grin.
A lopsided smile, accompanied by a snort, was sent back to the blonde. "Alright then."
"What have you decided on, oh nameless one?" asked Spike, bowing low. He lifted his head and smiled at the other boy.
The green-eyed, black-haired teenager smiled at the silliness of his companion. "Dan."
Spike pulled a face. "Dan? That's the best you could come up with?"
The green-eyed boy nodded and looked a bit apprehensive. "What? I kind of like it."
Spike raised a delicate eyebrow. "Kind of? Come on, mate. Make it a bit more interesting."
The other boy crossed his arms, frustrated. "Well, how about Danny?" asked the green-eyed boy with a pout.
Spike grinned happily. "That's better. Alright, Danny. Let's go talk with the others and try to figure out how our minds got all bollixed up." Spike put a hand around Danny's shoulder. He shivered as he touched Danny, a thrill going through him.
Danny had a similar response to the touch. "Good idea, Spike." He put an arm around Spike's waist. They grinned at each other and walked toward the rest of the group.
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