It's been a couple of weeks since my accident and life has been... normal I guess. I pretty much got used to my life with James, being the typical girlfriend and doing things for him. He was always gone during the day, working while I stayed home and cooked and cleaned. I was happy I suppose, I mean, that was my life before the crash.
I still got some images of the redheaded guy and off and on I would get images of a blond, a boy with glasses and a bushy haired girl. Anytime I tried to think more of it my head started to hurt. I didn't say any of this to James. I don't know why but deep inside of me I didn't really trust him and I was wondering why I was with him.
One day I noticed that his closet was really dirty so I decided to clean it out. My clothes were one side neatly and his were pilled up on the floor. I picked them up and put them in the laundry room and started to wash them. When I went back I noticed a blue bag on the floor. I picked it up and saw that it was a woman's purse, my purse.
I rummaged through it and saw that it had a cell phone, a wallet and a few female things. I didn't recognize anything but I wondered why my stuff was in the closet. I turned on the phone and flipped through the wallet to see any pictures. I came across one of the redhead guy and me. We looked very happy and when I flipped it over, it said "Ron and me."
I dropped the wallet as images came flashing through my head. Ron and I in what looked like a club kissing... In a small apartment sleeping... Eating breakfast with him...
What the hell? I dropped down to my knees because the pain was too unbearable. I grabbed my head and tried to push the images out but it wouldn't work. And then suddenly I could feel a vibration on my leg.
I looked down and saw that it was the phone vibrating. The caller I.D. said Ron but I wasn't too sure I wanted to answer it. This Ron kid was making my head hurt.
"How was your day?"
"Good baby, and yours?" James asked kissing me on the forehead.
"Uneventful."
I didn't answer the phone but I did hide the stuff back under James's clothes. He was obviously hiding something from me and I wanted to find out for myself. We had a nice dinner, he cooked and it was good, but I felt I had better.
We went to sleep not too long after and James pulled me close to him. We haven't had sex yet because my body was still in pain but he told me that we did it all the time and he couldn't wait to start again. Something about that made my stomach queasy.
Around one a.m. I quietly sneaked out of the room and recovered the cell phone. I walked out the front door and onto the small porch that we had. I called back the number that was named Ron and waited for an answer.
"Kris?"
As soon as I heard the voice, I knew it sounded familiar. And there was something about it that made me feel... happy.
"This is she."
"Oh my god, Kris. Are you okay? We've been so worried!"
"I'm fine, who is this?"
"It's Ron! What's wrong?"
"Nothing, well, I have amnesia."
"Oh no, where are you? I'm coming to get you!"
"I... I don't know actually." I honestly didn't. I never asked James where we were staying specifically. I just never crossed my mind to know.
"We found your car and there was blood in it! You had an accident?"
"Yeah, but I'm with my boyfriend now."
There was a small pause. "Boyfriend?"
"Yeah, James."
"Kris, you have to find out where you are. You're in danger right now!"
"How so?"
"Just trust me..."
I was slapped in the face and knocked down to the ground. I looked up and saw James towering over me.
"You stupid bitch."
I instinctively kicked James in the balls and punched him in his face. No one hits me on the cheek, especially a boy. I picked up the phone and ran down the road. I didn't know where I was going but I felt I had to get away.
"Kris? KRIS!"
"I'm here." I stopped behind an empty shed, looking to see if he followed me. He didn't
"What happened?"
"James hit me."
"Please Kris, you have to tell me where you are. Look around you and see if you see any sign saying where you are."
I looked around desperately and saw nothing. I walked around for a while until I saw a big sign that said: Scarborough.
"I know where that is! Okay, do me a favor and grip the necklace around your neck."
"How did you know?" I was wearing an amber stone necklace, but I always assumed James gave it to me.
"Please, just do it."
I put my hand around the stone and was slightly shocked at how warm it got.
"Alright, give me a second."
"A second? What do you mean... AHHHH!"
"Shhhh..."
The redhead appeared right in front of me out of thin air. He came close to me putting his hand over my mouth after I screamed. I pushed him away and ran as fast as I could.
"Wait!" He said catching up to me and grabbing my arm.
"Let me go! You're not real!"
We both stopped moving and flashes came through my mind. Tall dark men dressed in cloaks, Ron hovering a vase in the air, the scar on the boy with glasses head. I fell down at the pain in my head and Ron quickly sat by me.
"Are you okay?"
"You're... a wizard?" I asked.
"You remember!"
"No, that was just something I saw a second ago. There is no such thing as wizards."
"Kris, you have to trust me."
I looked into his eyes and saw that they were a beautiful shade of blue. I leaned forward and kissed him. It felt so natural to do that, so right. But I thought of James and pulled away.
"I'm sorry... I thought..."
"Look we can't stay here."
"You sure as hell can't."
We both looked up to see James standing near us with a gun in his hand. He slowly walked towards us and we stood up.
"Kris, you're coming with me." He said harshly.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"Because you left me for that British bastard!"
"What? But I'm with you..."
A hallway. A dark hallway appeared in my mind. There was a door at the end and when I opened it, I saw James in the bed with another girl. And after I yelled at him someone was with me... Ron was with me.
"You... cheated on me?" I asked.
"No, I just made a fatal mistake, but I want to remedy that."
Ron slowly walked in front of me and blocked me from James. I gripped onto his shirt as I saw him pull a long stick from his pants.
"Move." James said walking closer to him with the gun held high.
"No." Ron said simply.
"Fine."
"NO!" I screamed and moved in front of Ron. James shot the gun and I felt pain in my chest.
As I fell down to the ground I heard Ron yell some weird word. Experiallmos or something like that. James was propelled back and hit his head on a pole. I gripped my wound and could feel the blood pour out of my body. Surprisingly it didn't hurt that badly.
"Oh god, Kris!" Ron said holding me in his arms. "Why did you do that?"
"I don't know." I said honestly. Why DID I do that? I don't know this person enough to endanger my life for him. Or do I?
"It's getting hard to breathe." I said sucking in breaths.
"Don't speak. I'm going to get you to a doctor." Ron said picking me up and then I blacked out.
Soft breathing. That's what I heard next to my ear. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a white room with only a bed and a desk in the corner. The window curtains were open and it looked like it was the middle of the night.
I turned my head slightly and saw that Ron was sleeping right next to me. I breathed in his scent, it smelled familiar, nothing specific, just the smell of Ron. He stirred slightly and opened his eyes. He smiled brightly and lifted himself up a little.
"Hey beautiful."
"Hi." I said simply. I still didn't really know him and I didn't know what to say.
"You still don't remember much?" He asked.
How did he do that? Reading my mind should be only someone close to me could do. But then again, this guy acts like he and I have a very close relationship.
"Not really. Where's James?"
"He's in jail. The police picked him up after he shot you."
"How did you push him away like that?"
"I used a magic spell."
"Right."
"Kris, you need your rest. You have to try and remember everything."
"I'm sorry, I feel as if we had something special and I can't remember."
Ron lifted my head towards his and kissed me. I moaned softly as his lips caressed mine, causing me to wrap my arms around him. The pressure on my chest hurt my wound but I didn't care. I had to be in his arms, I felt as if I would die if I weren't.
Ron held me tighter and I couldn't help crying out from the sudden pain. He quickly let me go and had the face of worry.
"It's okay." I said. "I just didn't want you to pull away."
"No, I should have been more gentle. I just missed you so much, Kris."
"Why does it feel so right to be in your arms? To kiss you?"
"Because you are meant to be with me. As I am meant to be with you."
"But how do I know..." I didn't want to say he was lying, deep down I had a feeling he wasn't.
"I'm not lying?" He finished for me. "You don't. You just have to trust me."
"I do."
There was a small knock at the door and it opened slightly. I saw the browned haired girl and the two boys walk in.
"Kris! Oh thank god you're okay!" The girl said hugging me gently.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Hermione Granger. This is Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter?" I thought a little, that sounded familiar. "The boy who killed Voldemort?"
"Yes!" Ron exclaimed.
"Where did that come from?" I asked loudly. "What is a Voldemort?"
"We'll explain later." Draco said ushering a doctor to come in.
"Hello, my name is Katherine Barker. I am the Healer who is taking care of you."
"Okay, you mean doctor right?"
"Same thing, now I need you to sit up as best you can."
I sat up slightly as Ron moved away from the bed. The doctor or healer came beside me and placed her hand on my forehead. She felt around a bit until she stopped near the back of my head.
"Okay you are going to feel slight pressure and a little numbness."
Flashes of light appeared before my eyes and I felt very lightheaded. Then as quickly as it came, the flashes stopped. I looked around and saw Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco in the room. I remembered them.
"What did you do?" I asked the Healer.
"The blow on your head hit your memory section hard, and that's what caused you to forget everything. I just used a basic spell to heal the bump and replenish your memory."
I smiled brightly and looked at Ron. I held out my hand and he took it, pulling me close to hug him. As I was hugging him, I looked at the others and motioned them to come over. Soon we all were in a group hug, with Ron on the bed next to me, Hermione right on top up me and arms around Harry, with Draco crawling into a small space between Hermione and me.
We were uncomfortable and it looked like a tangled orgy. But we were happy, and we wouldn't have it any other way.
