A/n: Hey readers! Ahh 8th grade just started and it's getting so impossible to update. I just found this in my google docs and realized that I never posted it. I'm also busy working on a new HP fanfic called Different. If you guys like Marauders era than check it out.

We're over 3,000 views which is huge for me! Thank you guys so much! This is epic!

So we left off where Scott let his memories fade. I think you'll find this chapter kinda amusing.

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Guest: Thanks! Ooh we have another Scay fan. Can't wait to see what ends up happening with their relationships... XD

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~Booky

Chapter 25

"Don't worry. He'll get better," a voice says.

I curl into the blanket around me. It's warm and cozy.

"But it was my fault!" a different voice shouts. "I did this to him because I was mad at myself! For no blasted reason!" I hear a bang.

"Mr. Black, I had enough of your shouting.

And kicking the wall? Are you mad?! You're supposed to be in class right now. You all are!"

My eyes fly open and I sit up, regretting it after the pain shoots to my head. I wince. Why does my head hurt so much? And my eye… Merlin's beard, have I been kidnapped? I want to know what's going on. So I speak up. "Um, hi."

Yeah. Great words to tell these people who may be kidnappers.

Seven heads turn in my direction. "He's awake!" exclaims a young girl with pretty brown hair.

"Good morning?" I reply, confused. "So what are you people doing in my room?"

"Scott, this is the Hospital Wing," a boy with jet-black hair says.

My eyes widen. "My room has a name?"

"Scott, what are you playing at?" the girl with pretty hair snaps.

"I just woke up. Don't you think it's a little early for games? Also who's Scott? And how did you get into my room?"

"It's not your room, buddy," a boy with sandy-brown hair replies. His voice is different than the other ones I've heard so far. Like a different accent maybe?

I frown. "Can I keep these covers then?" I ask, wrapping the blanket around me. "They're fluffy."

They all stare at me. I grin. "Is this part of the game? Do I win?!"

"Not quite," a lady in a white dress says. "Tell me your name."

I close my eyes. My mind feels fuzzy. I search and search for that simple word, but all I could find is black emptiness with a few wisps that might be my memories. I try to hang on to them. After seeing what they were I realized that I was crazy. My memories did not make any sense. So I told them the truth. "I… don't remember?"

The girl with the pretty hair looks angry now. "How do you not remember your own name?!" she screeched.

I wince. "Did I lose a point?"

The girl bursts into tears. "What happened to you, Scott?"

I blink. "Wait, am I Scott? That's a funny name. Scott. Scooooooootttt."

"Prescott," the boy with the jet-black hair mumbles.

"It's the amnesia," the lady in white explains. "He lost some of his memories."

"Some!?" the pretty girl wails. "He can't even remember his name!"

I rub my head. Why is that girl so upset? "I remember!" I exclaim.

The girl runs to me. "You remember what?"

I told her what I saw in the wisps. "A silly man with a white beard. Umm, a pretty lady with green lines shooting at her heart. A big room full of blobs mixing together. Oh, and a scary voice. Weird stuff."

She blinks. "What in the world are you going on about?"

"That's what I remember," I respond.

More tears stain her cheeks. "And nothing else?"

"Uhhh…" I hate to see her cry. I dig through my mind and one last thing comes to mind. "Yeah! A girl with dark brown hair."

The girl's eyes light up.

I continue. "And hazel eyes."

She bursts into tears. "He doesn't remember me!"

I frown. "Then who did I remember?"

"Well, a silly man with a white beard sounds like a promising Dumbledore," a boy with dirty-blonde hair states.

"I'll take that as a compliment," says a new man from the doorpost. I stare at him. That's him. The one with the white beard.

"Would everyone please exit the room? Even you Madame Pomfrey."

"But he's my patient-" the lady in white starts.

"I need to speak with Mr. Wayward privately," the man insists.

Everyone leaves the room in a huff. "Dumble-dude? What's going on?" I ask.

The man smiles. "Go back to sleep."

I frown. "I thought you wanted to talk to me."

"And I will." He points his wand at me.

Somehow, my eyes flutter shut and I fall into a deep sleep.

(LINEBREAKLINEBREAKLINEBREAK)

I look around. I'm in the same room that I was in before I fell asleep.

"Scott?"

I turn. Dumble-something smiles from the bed next to me. "So I believe you'd like to know what's going on."

I nod. "What gave it away?"

He smiles. "Scott, you have a gift," he starts.

He continues to explain my other life that everyone remembered me as. The other guys were my friends, except one of them beat me up and made me forget everything, a very friendly thing to do. His name is Sirius Black.

He tells me that I am a wizard (awesome), a werewolf (mega-awesome), and that I could read people's minds (I know what you're thinking; I'm the awesomest guy you've ever heard of). Then he tells me that I had a power greater than all of these put together. What is it? I'm able to mix truth and lies.

Yay… best power ever?

Apparently it is. I sigh. "Look, Dumble-window..."

"Dumbledore."

"Yeah, whatever you said. What does it mean that I can mix the truth and the lies?"

"The Truth and the Lies, capital letters, Scott."

"How did you know that I wasn't using capital letters? Are you a mind reader too?"

"No, Scott. I'm in your mind. Your thoughts are flying right… there." He points at a bunch of words floating around my mind.

The word "Oh" falls to my feet. I better not think of anything bad about this weirdo.

He shakes his head. "I saw that."

Oops.

He continues. "Scott, the Truth and Lies are very powerful. You might be the only wizard to have the power to turn a Truth into a Lie and a Lie into a Truth."

I somehow doubted that I was the only one. Just a gut feeling. "Awesome. So is this over now?"

"Scott this is serious-"

"Isn't that the guy who beat me up?"

"So you remember the name of someone that I mentioned once but you can't remember my name?"

"Sorry, Pimple-pore."

"Dumbledore."

"Apple-core?"

"Dumbledore."

"Dumb-Bell-Sore?"

"I'm starting to feel like this is a game for you."

"I'm still waiting for my trophy. Why is everyone talking about games today?"

"I have no idea, Prescott."

"Whoa, is 'prescott' a swear word?"

He laughs. "No, why on earth would you think that?"

"I never heard it before. What does it mean?"

"It's your name."

"So why would you say, 'I have no idea, it's your name'?"

"No, I mean that it's your name."

"So why would you say, 'I have no idea, it's your-'"

"Scott is short for Prescott."

"Ohhhhh. Then why doesn't anyone call me that?"

"The old you disliked it."

"Then why would you call me that?"

"Because you seem to find it alright to call me names that I dislike."

"Sorry, your name is just hard to remember."

He laughs. "And you haven't even heard my full name yet."

I raise my eyebrows.

"Albus Perciful Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

I smirk. I open my mouth to speak when I feel a cold shadow swim through me. I suddenly get a huge headache and Dumble...dore seems to notice. "Something's in here," he says.

I close my eyes and start to remember something. "It's Mead."

"Mead?"

"I just have this gut-feeling that it's someone named Mead."

Dumbledore looks at me. "I know who you're talking about but… how…?"

I watch him quickly walk towards my only memories- my wisps -and he turns towards me. "Why do you remember everything that involved the Truth and Lies?"

A/n: Oohhh, a cliffie! Please review, favorite, and follow. Also are you sure you're really shipping Scay or Scalice? If so then I added a poll to see who Scott should end up with. I want to see who you guys want Scott to end up with. I'm in a bit of a problem right now. I love May and Alice equally and I don't know what to do! :'( I also just added Mystery Girl and I'm kinda shipping her with Scott because it might be cute once we see more from her.

Do you guys have any guesses on who the girl with brown hair and hazel eyes is? I didn't describe all of my characters features very thoroughly. Review if you think you know who she is. It won't be who you're expecting, most probably.

Happy Wednesday!

~Booky x