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Chapter 8: Time To Breathe

"...she's still alive despite the fall. But we need her to wake up and tell us what happened. We need to know if she's hurt.."

...My eyes slowly took in light as they opened a bit. My surroundings were odd...unfamiliar... I was in a room with a bunch of beds and medicines... And odd looking people.

"Maranda! You're alive!" A blonde-haired boy jumped near me and wrapped his arms around my upper body.

I coughed, making the boy back off.

"Draco," an older woman in a nurses costume spoke, "Don't be so grabby. She might want to breathe, you know." The lady glanced at me and continued speaking, "Maranda, are you alright? You had a nasty fall last night and have been unconcious ever since."

Before I could respond, three other people came in the room. The first was a feale with long, wavy brown hair. She was pretty skinny, but not unhealthy. A boy the same height as the girl came in. He had red hair, and a facial expression of either stupidity or confusion. Then the third, a man, in all black clothing. His chin-length black hair moved about as he walked in. He seemed very mysterious and somehow handsome. His stern facial expression showed lots of hidden concern.

One more person came in the room after a moment passed. It was a boy with a scar atop his forehead. His brown bowl-cut hair hid it at some points, but I still knew it was there.

My attention now on the man in black, I lost all thought of questions that previously formed in my head.

"Miss Maguire," The man in black's silky, velvet voice drew me in like a fish to bait, "I ran out to try a spell to prevent your hiting the ground, but alas, it did not work. Are you alright?"

According to the people around me, my name was Maranda Maguire..

The girl with brown hair faked a smile, "Please answer..are you ok?"

I cleared my throat and sat up in the bed. I now noticed my attire was of all black. Was I trying to match the man?

"Err.." I coughed once more, getting used to the sound of my own voice, "I think I'm well. but...can I ask you all a question?"

They nodded.

"Where am I?"

My question obviously stumped the people who surrounded me.

"Maranda," The blonde-boy began, "Do you know who you are?"

"Yes, I'm Maranda..You said so yourself."

The lady in the nurse costume shook her head, "Oh no..She has.. amnesia.."

The room gasped. The man in black also shook his head, "Miss Maguire, you seriously don't know who we are? Or where you are?"

I thought really hard, and hurt my head doing so. "No.. All I know is my name, because that's all you people keep saying."

The nurse finally told me, "Well, then...I am Nurse Pomfrey. This man is your Professor, Severus Snape. The red-head is Ron Weasley, The girl is Hermione Granger, the blonde is Draco Malfoy, and the other boy is Harry Potter. They are your friends."

Wow...I have strange looking friends..

Snape, the man in black, looked at Nurse Pom-Pom, "How long will this last? Is there a cure that we can help with?"

"There is no cure we can give her, but there are potions you could make to help. She, there is no doubt with this, is going to have headaches a lot because of the fall. If you make your headache potion, that can help ease the pain. Her focus would be turned from her headache to trying to remember things. Just surround her with familiar things, talk about the past, and that might help. Amnesia may last up to weeks, months...even possibly years. I advise her to keep going with her school work, so if she neds help, please don't frown upon a little tutoring here and there." Nurse Pomfrey looked at everyone in the room, and then at me sympathetically.

Draco smiled at me, "She'll be fine. I know she'll pull through. Nothing can stop my Maranda. not if she puts her mind to it."

"To what?" I asked dumbfoundly.

"To anything.." He answered.

"Alright!" Pomfrey announced, "Everyone out. Let's give Maranda some time to breathe."

I retorted, "Why? I breathe all the time. I didn't know one must have a special time set aside to breathe.."

My friends laughed, and then one-by-one left the room. The handsome Snape man stayed in though, whispering to the nurse. She left the room as well, leaving me staring at Snape, King of all hotness.

"You will be fine, Miss Maguire..don't worry. Erm.. Madame Pomfrey requested I tell you what happened. Would you like to know what happened to you to make you not know so much?"

"Yes." Oh his voice was entrapping.

Sitting in a chair next to my bed, Snape began, "You were flying on a broomstick and lightning struck it. Headmaster Dumbledore was about to run outside, but I was closer to the door, so I went instead. I tried to prevent your falling to the ground, but you hit hard, and blacked out. Everyone was in such shock and fear that you had died. I picked you up and carried you to the Hospital Wing, where you are right now, and talked to Dumbledore and Pomfrey. We knew you were alive, but didn't know if anything was wrong with you physically. The you woke up, and you know the rest from there."

Oh My Lord, that sexy man picked me up and carried me? Where in Hell was I, in space? How could I have blacked out at such an opportunity to seeing such a sexily adorable man carry me?

"Anyways, Miss Mguire, Tomorrow you have to go to your classes. I have a schedule for you in my pocket.." He took a parchment from his robe pocket and gave it to me. "Just go to those room numbers when you hear a bell ring and see everyone leave the present room you are in. Understand?"

"Yes...sir.." I didn't care about the paper, just that it touched his pocket.

"Good..Any questions?" His eyes glittered.

I asked, "Are you single?"

Severus smiled and let out a small laugh, "Yes, but that's none of your concern. Get some sleep. You need it."

"Ok.." Snape got up from the chair and left the room.

I layed down, holding the paper close to my face.. It smelled like a sexy man...