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"I don't understand it Headmaster. Potter came here with her not a half hour ago and she was badly torn up, poor thing, but now... well..."
"Extrodinary. I say, Poppy, you never cease to amaze-"
"I haven't done that much yet! No magic or potion could heal her that quickly! Her burns looked like they came from Hellfire and now it's like she was never touched."
Swimming through the layers of fuzz and unconsiousness, Azrael woke up. She was aware of voices, but she didn't bother hearing the words. It was enough to know that she was alive. She was also aware at how weak she felt.
Wait... where am I? How did I end up here? she thought muzzily. Memories came back to her suddenly. Of fire, fear, screaming, flight and escape. Of Voldemort and her. She sprung up suddenly, completely alert, heart pounding.
She distantly heard shouts behind her as she took off running, but she was confident no one could catch her. Her bare feet slapped against the cold stone floor and she was wearing nothing but a hospital gown, but she didn't care.
I have to warn Dumbledore! He must know! Voldemort and Morgana- Her thoughts were cut off suddenly as she pitched forward, hitting the stone floor hard. Exhaustion washed over her and her eyes slipped shut.
"Ah, you're awake."
Azrael opened her eyes slowly, blinking at the sunlight streaming through the windows.
"How long-" she began, her voice sounding hoarse and weak.
"Two days. How are we?"
She was in the hospital bed again. An old man wearing purple wizard robes with a long, yellowing beard sat at her side. His aura was powerful. The twinkling blue eyes gave away his identity immediately. She sat up suddenly.
"Dumbledore!" She said, her voice stronger now. "I've come to warn you! Voldemort and Morgana-"
He held up his hand and Azrael fell silent. "Yes," he said quietly. "I know."
Azrael gaped. "How?"
"I have my sources." he said mysteriously. "Where do you come from, my dear?"
Azrael froze and furrowed her brow. Where... where do I come from? She searched her memories and found them to be distressingly blank. The only thing she could remember was -
Death, fire, pain, screaming, terror -
And nothing else. She slumped back into the soft pillows, feeling drained. "I don't know," she mumbled. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to fight back the images-
of fire of death of screaming panic they're here oh god help
-and tried to fight back the stinging tears. She pushed the palms of her hands against her eyes furiously. No, no crying! I won't cry! No more tears...
"Child," Dumbledore whispered. "It's alright. You are safe here."
Azrael pulled her hands away, staring at Dumbledore in disbelief. "Where is here?" she asked.
Dumbledore took a deep breath. "Here is Hogwarts. A wizard boarding school in Scotland. You remember my name, so you must know of Hogwarts?"
Azrael frowned. The name did sound familiar. Yes, she did know Hogwarts. She knew all about it. She knew every twist and every hall and every room. She knew Dumbledore, too.
But how? she wondered. How can I know these things but know nothing of my past?
she wondered.Azrael said nothing. She closed her eyes again and relaxed. She was safe now. When she opened her eyes again, the paniced, scared look was gone, replaced with a peaceful, sad expression.
"So," she said quietly. "I'm at Hogwarts, then?"
Dumbledore nodded. "In the hospital wing, to be exact."
"I see." she murmured, closing her eyes and settling back into sleep.
"Miss Orion?"
She opened one eye. "Yes?"
"I'm pleased you are safe." he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. He left quietly.
Azrael sighed. "I'm glad someone is," she mumbled.
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