Chapter 15. Lies Become Truth

'She'll wake up in a couple of minutes, now.'

Harry and the Weasley's and Hermione sat down in the waiting-room.

Minutes passed by, but no situation-change occurred. Harry sighed, and Ron clapped him on his shoulder.

'Don't worry, mate. They'll be just fine, the both of them.'

It sounded as if he barely believed it that they'd both be fine, but Harry just nodded in silent agreement.

Someone came their direction and Harry heard Mr. Weasley say a hello to Dumbledore.

'What happened?' The headmaster demanded them.

Mr. Weasley explained it all and after he was done, Dumbledore seemed a bit taken aback, though he didn't let that be noticed.

'So, now we just have to wait, Albus.' Mr. Weasley said, while he sat down again.

Dumbledore nodded, while he was thinking very hard.

Harry saw that he had an idea, and seemed quite happy about it, though he couldn't see why he should be happy.

Selena was back unconscious and Yasmine hadn't waken up at all!

So excuse me, Harry though sarcastic, if I'm not that happy as I should be. He silently snorted at that thought. How had he become so down-hearted, he thought. When did that happen, since when had he started to sound depressed all of the time?

Harry shook his head slightly, clearing it with its dark thoughts.

Hermione gave him a questioning look, but Harry ignored that. He looked at Dumbledore, waiting for him to speak and tell them his idea. That didn't took long.

'Arthur,' Dumbledore said, sounding as if he knew Harry had been waiting.

Mr. Weasley looked up and nodded.

'She does not have any memory of the past events at all? All she recognised was Harry and his voice?'

Harry nodded together with everybody else.

'So - That means we have had a lot of luck.'

'What do you mean, Albus?' Mrs. Weasley asked.

'What I mean, Molly, is that we have the advantage now. She has no recollection of any past event what so ever, that means we can give her a new memory. One she hasn't lived, but she'll believe it to be true, 'till she's all better. Than we can tell her the real truth, without any risk of medical damage again.'

Molly nodded, but she clearly didn't understood his idea, so Dumbledore told further.

'We can tell her, Molly, that she has always been a witch. She knew it since she was a little child, but she got private tutoring and that's why she hasn't been in Hogwarts at all. But for her 6th year, she has to go to Hogwarts, cause some law, I'll look into that, obliges that every witch and wizard needs to be at least two years in an official school or so, before they are able to get any job at all -'

'Albus, I don't know. She'll know something's not right. She'll -'

Albus shook his head.

'No, Arthur. If no one here, and I mean no one, tells anything nor let anything get noticed about her true whereabouts and so, than she won't know.'

Harry heard that Dumbledore sounded determined, but he did also thought he too had a saying in this.

'Won't she wonder why she had been in a coma for three weeks?' He asked.

Dumbledore looked at him, and Harry felt a small painful jab in his forehead, which he choose to ignore and block out.

'True, Harry, but we'll -'

'Sir,' Hermione suddenly said. 'What if she discovers it, without any of us telling it? And this whole situation comes back to bite us in the -'

'Hermione,' Dumbledore said. 'That's not likely to happen and if it does, I will take all the blame.'

Hermione did not seem reassured, as Harry wasn't also.

'Sir, you may think you have thought it all out, but you do forget that she trusts me and I will not lie to her when she would ask me the truth. No more lies…'

Harry looked at Dumbledore, his emerald-green eyes focused into the blue ones of the headmaster.

'I understand your point completely, Harry, but as I told Hermione before, I will take all the blame, so you can say it was all my fault then.'

Harry nodded and was just about to say something else, when Selena's hand had moved.

'Selena?' He immediately asked, bending over Selena.

She stirred again, but did not open her eyes.

'Come on, get back.' Harry whispered.

Her breathing got heavier and it seemed as if she had trouble to inhale.

Harry squeezed her hand and suddenly her eyes jerked open, her breath got steadier and she calmed down.

'Harry?' She spook, with only a mere spark of a whisper, barely hearable.

'Yes?' Harry got closer.

Selena sighed and smiled.

'Hi.'

…

An hour after her 're-awakening', Selena was already up and pacing up and down the hallway.

The Healers had searched her and checked her thrice, and they were happy to say that she didn't had any severe injuries left, except the amnesia.

The people who had been in the room when she awakened, had all looked very happy and Selena had figured that she had known them before the amnesia, although she couldn't remember their names.

'Course not, stupid twit. You have amnesia.' She said to herself and chuckled.

'What's so funny?' Someone asked, a girl.

It was the brown-haired one, Selena thought. She had been in the room too.

'Eh… Er… I…'

'I'm not angry with you, if you might think that.'

'I don't think that.' She had said it a bit harsh and apologised.

'Don't apologise, I know you didn't meant it.'

Selena looked in the brown eyes, how come she didn't recognise them at all?

She might have amnesia, but she ought to recognise something, no?

'How?' Selena asked.

Hermione looked at her, a bit taken aback. 'What how?'

'How did you know?'

'How did I what know?' Said Hermione, but she already was sure what Selena was asking.

'How did you know if I meant it or not?'

Hermione was silent for a moment. Selena looked at her.

'Because I've known you for a while now.'

Selena looked deep in Hermione's eyes and tried to see if she was lying or not.
She didn't know how or why, but there was a feeling deep inside her that was telling her that it wasn't the truth.

Hermione felt uncomfortable, she had the feeling as if Selena knew she had been lying and looked away.

Selena looked triumphant, but hid it well.

If people look away, they lie… It sounded in her head and she knew that that was true.

The Healers hadn't looked at her either, nor the other people in the room except for Harry and that very old man.

Harry, she knew she could trust him, but that old man…

He seemed trustable, but she had seen Harry's look at him when they told her who she was and what had happened. It had been a look of disgust maybe, mingled with anger.

But, how could she be sure that the feelings she had seen had been those she had thought to see?

'Selena?' She snapped out of her thoughts by the voice of a boy calling for her.

'Yes, er…'

'Ron, my name's Ron. Could you please come back?'

'Yeah, sure.' Selena blinked once more to stop her thoughts and she went back to the room, followed by Hermione.

When they were all settled again, Selena back on her bed and the other Order-members who were there sitting of standing at the side, Dumbledore came forward.

'Selena,' Selena looked at him, wondering what all this was about.

'The Healers just told us that you're allowed to go home for now-'

'What about her?' She interrupted him.

'Who? Yasmine?' Selena nodded. Of course her, you dimwit, she thought.

'She will remain here, as she is still unconscious-'

'That I already saw.' This time she said it out loud.
Where or when did she get such brutality, her mind screamed to her.

Maybe, before the coma, I was a very bossy person, Selena thought.

Due to the amnesia, she also had no idea how she had been as a person.

Had she been a friendly-to-all, with no personal grudges to anyone- person, a caring person or just a very evil person who loved bullying people?
Somehow she knew it wasn't the last thing, but the first also didn't sounded very appealing.

She couldn't imagine her being a goody-good person, but not a evil person either.

She somehow fitted in between.

Whilst Selena's thoughts were busy with her own character, Dumbledore's were busy on how she resembled her father's and his brother's.

Both always never stopped themselves from saying what they had in their mind and Selena seemed to have inherited this Black-character.

This could be a good thing, or a bad thing, time would tell.

'Thus, as I said, Yasmine will stay here until she wakes up and you, Selena, shall come with us to your father's old home. There all the rest shall be explained.'

AN: THANKS A MILLION TO MY REVIEWER(S)! (There may be more than one now, I don't know. Why don't I know? Because I always type my chapters on my personal computer on my room and put them straight away on the net on my dad's computer. It's because I'm not allowed to have the Internet put trough to my room, cause, and I quote my parents exact words: You'd never get off the net then, you'd never see your bed again.

Where they would get such an idea, I really wouldn't know. (pulls an innocent face ) So, that-a-way, I never know if there had been more reviewers, but the last time I looked, I had one reviewer (thanks a million!) so, maybe more now? I'll check in a minute and thank, if there are more, those in the next chapter.

But now I'll have to go to sleep, cause tomorrow school starts again :'( ! The Easter-holidays are over and I'm not happy with that! But I won't bugger you with my tiny life problems and stop you from reviewing this chapter.

There doesn't really happen much in this one, now does it, but I had an awful writers block and I hated it! I couldn't get anything right and then the holidays started, and I was away for two weeks (one week with the youth-club and a week babysitting (earned a fair amount of money (/-25 EUR) but not enough for my own Internet-connection)) I was filled with ideas. But, alas, I turned on my computer, opened the Sell Yazz file and…

Inspiration gone.. Luckily, after the BoscoRockRally (rock-concert I went to Saturday, Blackhearted Goddess is great!) and a good night of sleep (and watching HP3 for the … time) I had my inspiration back and started writing. As you can see at the lenght of this AN, I can't stop typing;

But sadly, I have to, or else tomorrow I won't be able to get out of my warm and cosy bed at 6h30.

Brr… The thought on the un-Godless hour alone gives me shivers…

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