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Oliver and I walked silently down the obnoxiously white hallway, both lost in our own thoughts. Each of us was too stunned to say something. The walk remained quiet until we arrived at a large door that had the name 'Stanton Warrington, Head of the Memory Department' in magical letters that swirled around on the wall next to the door. I took a deep breath and glanced at Oliver, I had only known him for maybe two hours, but I had a feeling I'd known him for so much longer.

I wasn't sure if I should knock or if I should just open the door, the man probably had a secretary inside right? He seemed important enough to have said secretary.

Knock Knock

I guess I had decided on the polite approach. I literally twiddled my thumbs whilst waiting for someone to call out in reply to my knocking. I took another quick glance at Oliver and huffed audibly.

"Yes? Come in!" Came a reply from behind the door.

Oliver smiled at me and opened the door and gestured for me to go in first. 'Lady's first', I could have sworn I heard him mumble.

The office was decorated in a light cream shade, with earthly tones; it gave the room a nice atmosphere. I looked around for the voice that had been calling out only seconds ago and I was actually surprised to see that Mr. Warrington did not have a secretary indeed.

"Miss Malloy," The man stood from behind his desk and held out his hand in a friendly gesture.

I presumed he was Mr. Warrington. I walked over to the desk and shook his hand marveling at how he had known who I was.

"Mr. Warrington, I presume." I said and was very surprised at how mature I had sounded.

The man nodded and looked behind me at Oliver.

"I'm sorry young man, I'm not familiar with your name," Mr. Warrington said and smiled genuinely.

"Oliver Wood," said Oliver. He held out his hand and they shook hands.

"Pleased to meet your acquaintance. I hear you are transferring to Hogwarts this year, what do you think of it, Ray?" Mr. Warrington asked politely.

I laughed in my head at the formality of this situation, except for the fact he had switched to calling me by my first name. Mr. Warrington had seemed like a genuinely nice guy, perhaps he would agree to give me and my family their memories back.

"Well, I'm excited because Hogwarts is all anyone ever talks about, but of course I miss my friends back at Smith's. At first I was a bit disconcerted to have a hat tossed upon my head whilst sitting on a wooden stool that looked as if it were about to fall apart at any minute. And then it spoke, I jumped, and then the chair did fall apart." I laughed remembering when I was sitting in Dumbledore's office on the stool.

Oliver and Mr. Warrington laughed and I smiled.

"But I digress, I'm sure you know why I'm here?" I questioned. Mr. Warrington didn't look ignorant.

"What was it? If I may ask. What brought upon a memory?"

For the next fifteen minutes I had explained everything that had happened in the past few hours. Surprisingly enough Mr. Warrington hadn't said a word and let me ramble on, and Oliver, he had stayed quiet the whole time.

I had paced outside Mr. Warrington's office for what seemed like an hour before Oliver grabbed my arm gently and pulled me toward him.

"I know this isn't fair but pacing outside his office isn't exactly going to make him change is mind," Oliver said and sighed.

"I know…" I muttered. "But how can he just say no? You can't just deny someone their past!" I said slamming my hands against the nearest object which happened to be the wall.

I growled in frustration and didn't pay attention to the pain that shot up my arm. Mr. Warrington had listened to me tell him how I remembered and I knew what happened, (I didn't inform him about the secretary helping me) and all he could say was he couldn't restore my memory, or my families. A shit load of good that does to me! Apparently it would put us in loads of great danger.

"Great Danger! Oh please!" I had yelled in Mr. Warrington's office, but he had still refused.

"I know, but my family will do everything to help you guys remember. I can even show you the letters we wrote back and forth before you moved to the same town that we live in." Oliver said saddened. He was so happy to hear that his childhood friend was in fact alive and safe. He wished that she could remember how good of friends they were, but it'll just take longer than a spell. If Stanton wasn't going to help, he was going to do his best to make her remember.