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Chapter 3

"Madame Pomfrey! Madame Pomfrey! What's wrong?" cried Harry, bursting into the hospital wing with Ron close behind him. Madame Pomfrey glared at them and made a loud shh-ing sound. She was leaning over Colin again and had forgotten what she had called the two boys in for.

"Ginny! Hermione! What's happened?" yelled Harry in distress, heedless of Madame Pomfrey's warning.

"Oh, it's you pervert…" said Ginny coolly.

"Harry! I think Ginny has amnesia!" replied Hermione.

"Amnesia?" exclaimed Ron, "Is that that one thing where you get hit in the head and forget everything?"

"Actually, it's a loss or impairment of memory resulting from shock, psychological disturbance, head injury, or illness," explained Hermione.

"Oh," said Ron, "Ginny, have you been hit in the head lately?"

"Come to think of it," began Ginny, "But my head kinda hurts-- not that I have amnesia or anything. I know perfectly well that you are my father." Ron stared wide-eyed at Ginny.

"Just kidding!" she laughed.

"Well, that proves she's normal," remarked Hermione. Harry just stared at Ginny, devastated. Out of all the people in the whole entire world, why did she have to forget him?

"No she's not, she doesn't remember me, remember?" put in Harry loudly.

"Why would I remember you? I don't even know you," scowled Ginny in Harry's direction. She hated that guy! He was more ugly than a Blast-ended Skrewt and had the personality of a Flobberworm. Ginny really wanted to kick himdown a Basilisk's stomach at that moment! He was absolutely revolting! Besides, his glasses were totally lame. Who the heck wore circular black glasses? He looked like a total geek and was probably not as smart as one. This Harry-person was obviously a lowlife Grade Z loser that only followed Ron around because Ron was her brother. Harry was probably only using Ron to get close to her. Her scowl magnified.

"Anyway, back to your head hurting?" reminded Hermione, trying to stop Ginny from saying any more hurtful words that would squish Harry's brittle heart.

"Oh yea, there's this huge bump right here," said Ginny, pointing to the top of her head, "But I'm sure I don't have amnesia. I'm not feeling any different. I think you probably have a bump on your head too."

"No I don't," replied Hermione, "If you must know, I'm quite clear on where I've been at every minute of the day and what I have been doing. I know as a fact that I have not been hit on the head or gotten in a bad way with a spell."

"How would you know?" challenged Ginny, "Maybe all of you have amnesia and I'm the only normal one. Maybe all of you got your memories modified, because what kind of freak remembers what they do every minute of the day?" Hermione scowled at Ginny. She was starting to hate that girl with her gold-red hair and her cute freckles and her pretty lips and adorable eyes and porcelain skin.

"Blimey!" exclaimed Ron, "But I've never thought of that!" He began to question his sanity. Maybe Ginny was the only normal one. Maybe they were all crazy. Maybe his memories weren't really his or were actually made up. Maybe none of them were who they thought they really were. Maybe they were actually Death Eaters! Maybe he was actually Lord Voldemort and had drunk a permanent Polyjuice Potion and then got his memory modified! Except that was preposterous. He was Ron, right? RIGHT? And Harry was Harry right? And Hermione was a girl right? And Ginny was his sister right? And he was a wizard and not a muggle right? Maybe they were all in a huge conspiracy against him! Maybe this world didn't truly exist and everyone in the entire school were Boggarts and maybe everyone was just playing one massive prank on him and he was actually a Boggart too except he had been the one who had gotten singled out and victimized! Maybe this was all just one huge experiment! All this thinking was starting to hurt Ron's tender brain… brain BRAIN! Brains had attacked him in his fifth year! Maybe somehow, those gruesome objects had modified his memory! Ron decided to stop thinking now. He was utterly confused.

Harry just looked at Ginny and remembered what he had seen in Dumbledore's Pensieve. He had found out that people were capable at modifying memories. Voldemort had been able to modify memories, and Professor Slughorn had been able to blot out a part of his. Maybe Voldemort had been able to access Harry's memory by utilizing the bond between them. Perhaps Voldemort had toyed with his memory, but what could Voldemort gain? Maybe Voldemort had another motive and Harry was just playing into his hands…

"What do you want?" demanded Madame Pomfrey of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Ron started. Madame Pomfrey was getting amnesia! Maybe it was a spell or they were just messing with him!

"Er… Madame Pomfrey, we were trying to settle whether Ginny has amnesia or if I'm wrong in my head," explained Hermione.

"Oh, yes," remembered Madame Pomfrey, "Well, Ginny, are you absolutely certain that this boy over here is not your boyfriend?" She pointed at Harry.

"Yes," replied Ginny firmly.

"And are you absolutely certain that this boy is Ginny's boyfriend?" Madame Pomfrey asked Hermione.

"Yes," answered Hermione, trying to sound even firmer. Madame Pomfrey turned to Ron and Harry.

"Mr. Weasley, has Mr. Potter ever dated Miss Weasley?" Madame Pomfrey was starting to sound like a lawyer, but Ron and Ginny didn't know that. They didn't know what lawyers were.

"Weeelll… if my memory is correct," said Ron, ambiguously.

"Is that a yes or a no?" questioned Madame Pomfrey.

"Er…" Ron didn't know what to say. He didn't want to look like a gullible fool if everyone really was playing a trick on him and secretly laughing inside that he had gobbled up his implanted memories. Then again, they might not be playing a trick on him, and perhaps he should answer based on his possibly not-fabricated memories.

"Maybe you should ask Harry that," Ron said finally.

"Yes," said Harry firmly. Even if his memories were modified, he still liked Ginny.

Madame Pomfrey was faced with a tough decision. Two had said yes for sure, but one of them was possibly wrong in the head. One had said no for sure, but she was possibly wrong in the head as well. Another one wasn't sure what to say. She considered the neutral one. Weasley was probably not sure what to say because his sister and his best friend were against each other (actually, one of them wanted to be against and the other one wanted to be together but since they both disagreed she was counting them as against) and she herself wasn't sure what to do. It all rested on Mr. Weasley then.

"Mr. Weasley, I will repeat myself. Was that a yes or a no?" demanded Madame Pomfrey. Ron was still standing there looking gormless. She was pressing him for answers! He did not want to agree with his potentially fake memories because he would be denying his true existence, but then again, he wasn't really sure if the fake memories existed anyway. He was baffling himself.

"Er… I don't know," he said. Harry glared at Ron. Ginny glared at Ron as well.

"Mr. Weasley, how could you not know? Miss Weasley has been your sister ever since she was born and Mr. Potter has been your best friend since both of you came to this school!" cried Madame Pomfrey. She was sick and tired of this, and Colin Creevey was starting to moan in his bed again. She wanted to quickly discover who was addled in the brains, but in her opinion, Mr. Weasley seemed to be the most plausible suspect.

"I don't know," said Ron again. He was starting to feel sweaty. Madame Pomfrey was trying to pressure him into answering the question! Which meant that she could possibly be in on the conspiracy aiming to make him make a fool of himself or make him believe in his false memories! She was trying to get him to answer the question to make sure that he believed all of the fake memories! Or she could have another motive. Ron was torn with indecision. Suppose his memories WERE real. Should he side with his friend, or Ginny? He would know both of them for the rest of their lives, but wouldn't Harry's life be shorter? You-know-who WAS after him, but suppose Harry didn't get killed. Then Harry would hold a grudge against him for the rest of his life. Also, Ginny needed to be cured. Then, Harry could marry Ginny and they could be brothers and become one big happy family! But suppose Ginny could not be cured! Then he would get old with a sister who hated him and who had the ability to make his life miserable! Or, this could just all be based on his possibly modified memory. Ron stood there and thought… and thought…

Hermione noticed how flustered Ron looked. His ears were a deep crimson, and his face was extremely pale. Also, he was sweating profusely.

"Madame Pomfrey, please, I know as a fact that I am the correct one. When have I ever been wrong?" pleaded Hermione.

"Madame Pomfrey, Hermione could be cursed so she wouldn't even know she's wrong!" said Ginny.

"Madame Pomfrey, I'm positive that Ginny was my girlfriend even though she's denying it right now, but she could have amnesia!" cried Harry.

"Madame Pomfrey, my mate Harry should be right but my sister Ginny could be right too!" said Ron, helpfully. Madame Pomfrey was inclined to believe that Ginny had dated Harry, but how could she make Ginny go through a huge, complicated ordeal to be cured, only to find that she was perfectly sane? Colin groaned loudly from his bed. Madame Pomfrey thought furiously.

"All of you, go to the Headmaster's office right now and settle this! This is a Hospital Wing! You are disturbing my patients!" she boomed loudly. They scuffled out, arguing amongst them. She felt like chasing those annoying varmints with a broom, but she settled with slamming the door behind them. The rest of her patients woke up.