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Chapter 27

"Is he dumb or something?"

"I heard he lost his memory."

"We learned that in, like, our first year!"

"And with the O.W.L.s coming up…"

"Yeah, I'm barely passing with a memory."

"Scott Wayward."

"Idiot."

"Freak."

"Amnesiac."

"Psycho."

"Crazy."

I receive glares, stares and hear every whisper (which aren't so quiet) from students throughout the hallway. My best friend, Kevin, leads me to all of my classes, shooting me pitiful looks all the while. "They all suck," he announces. "No one can keep their mouths shut so they spread rumors like diseases. You aren't crazy, bro. They're crazy."

I stare at the ground. "Kevin, I think that you're more annoyed about this than me."

He blinks. "Well, I…"

I look up. "You what?"

"I care about you, man! Everything's been a roller-coaster with you. Your mom, having trouble sleeping, disappearing mysteriously, fighting Sirius, amnesia! Maybe you don't remember everything but I do! I mean, you were out for two days, Scott! I was worried."

I frown. "How close were we?"

He laughed sadly. "We were tight. I literally can't… I feel like I'm talking to a stranger... that I've known forever."

"I couldn't describe it better. Tell me more about you. Even things that the old me didn't know."

"History of Magic is starting in seven."

"Tell me on the way."

"Well, I'm Kevin Grove. I'm deaf. I was born in America and I grew up as a pretty normal kid until my dad left to do his lifelong dream of Quidditch. My parents later got divorced and my mom decided to send me to Hogwarts because she went there. I started off in the other dorm but later switched because Simon hated those guys. I never really talked to any of the guys because they barely noticed I was there. I couldn't hear what any of them had to say anyways. In my second year the doctors found a way to make the hearing potion last longer but I never anyone because I didn't really have anyone to tell. In my third year, I discovered my love for novels and I've been reading them ever since. I went unnoticed by everyone for years. If you had asked anyone who Kevin Grove was they probably would have had no idea who you were talking about. That was until this year. I met you, Scott, and you showed me what it was like to have a best friend. Someone to wake up if they were sleeping in to long, someone to have inside jokes with, someone to discuss random topics with, someone to walk to class with, someone to laugh with, and someone to cry with. We both barely opened up to each other about our lived out of school and I really only saw two sides of you."

"Two sides?"

"You were outgoing, annoying, and chilled. But you were also aggressive, determined, and fought for what was right. You were everything a Gryffindor should have been."

"That was it?"

"Well, technically I haven't met all of your sides yet. You were also mysterious and secretive."

"Oh."

"Do you want to know anything else?"

Of course I do, but I asked him to talk about himself. "I want to know more about you."

"I'm boring."

"You can't be that boring."

"Well, let's see. I had a girlfriend for one night."

I smirk. "Impressive."

He grins. "Yup. I don't know, man. I can't really think of anything now. Just let me tell you about your old self. Ask me anything."

"Fine. Um… who were my friends?"

"Well everyone for the most part." He smiles. "I told you that you were outgoing. I don't know. Sirius. Remus. James. Peter, I guess. Lily, Mary, Doe, and Alice. May. You told me about some guy you know at the library, I think. Me. Shay. You probably knew lots more that I don't know." He reaches for the door to History of Magic. "I think we still have two more minutes."

We walk in and head for two empty desks in the middle of the classroom. We sit down and a few more students file in. A Hufflepuff girl with brown hair heads for a seat in the back row, reminding me about the girl with the brown hair and hazel eyes. "How many of my friends have brown hair and hazel eyes?"

He smirks. "Very important. Well, I don't really pay so much attention to this stuff. Sirius has brown hair, but I'm not sure what color his eyes are."

"No, I meant girls."

He laughed. "Well, I don't know! Mary and Doe have brown hair if that helps."

"Was I especially close with either of them?"

"I don't think so. Oh! Alice has light brown hair. No, but her eyes are brown, I think."

"What about girls that I dated?" I can't help but smile sheepishly.

He rolls his eyes sarcastically. "Dude, you only had, like, two relationships and they're still waiting for you to choose which one you like better. Alice and M-MAY! May has brown hair and hazel eyes, I am positive."

A girl I liked had brown hair and hazel eyes. For some strange reason I might have remembered her. That could have made sense. "Thanks."

"Wait, you can't just leave me off like that! Why do you need—"

"Class is starting now." Mr. Binns, or better yet, the ghost of Mr. Binns floated into the room. "Take out your homework from last week. This will be a big part of your grade."

His boring and monotone voice made it hard for me to pay attention but I definitely heard what he said. Homework. I don't have my homework. What am I going to do??

"Mr. Wayward," Mr. Binns says.

Kevin kicks me under my desk and I remember that I'm Mr. Wayward. "Yes… sir?"

"I was going to give you an extra week to do the assignment but Headmaster Dumbledore said that you were well enough to do it."

Mead. "Um, no. I wasn't. I didn't even know we had an assignment."

"I announced it last week."

"I understand, but I lost my memory."

The whole class stares at me.

Mr. Binns sighs. "It's due tomorrow."

Everyone handed in their assignments and I stayed at my desk wondering how the heck am I supposed to write an assignment that I don't remember learning.

I'll help you.

I jump in my seat. I keep forgetting about Dumbledore being stuck in my head. Thanks, I think.

"Today we're learning about the Rebellion of the—"

"Excuse my interrupting but I need Mr. Wayward."

I know that voice. It's Dumbledore's but that wasn't who had spoken. I turn my sight to the door. It's Mead.

Mr. Binns nods. I suck in a breath. Nooo.

Dumbledore-Mead glares at me. I follow him out the door.

"What do you want, Mead?" I ask, once the door is shut.

"You don't get to ask the questions. And you must refer to me as Sir or Headmaster Dumbledore."

"What do you want, Sirr Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Will you just—?! I want you to keep your freaking mouth shut. Silencio!"

He leads me further down the hallway. What do I do? I think to the real Dumbledore.

I don't know, Scott. You'll have to wait and see. But I know this can't be good.

"I can hear your thoughts, idiots."

Of course he's a Legilimens.

Well, where are you taking me?!

"I'm taking you to the dungeons for a little Potions lesson with the first years. I gave Slughorn a day off and I'm substituting for him."

What do you want with me?!

"You'll see soon enough."

I hesitantly follow him through the rest of the hallway. "Hurry, you stupid brat!"

I walk a little faster, wondering what he was going to do to me.

He opens the door leading down to the dungeons. I follow him down to a class of first year Slytherins and Gryffindors.

"Hey, that's the guy who lost his memory!" blurts a Gryffindor boy.

"Quiet," Dumbledore-Mead hisses.

Everyone stares at me.

Dumbledore-Mead smiles fakely. "Today we're learning the Cure for Burns and Boils. We needed a test subject and that is why Mr. Wayward is here."

Everyone nods.

He's going to burn me?!

Don't worry, Dumbledore tells me. They'll be cured right after you get them if the first years get the potion right.

And if they don't?!

My head goes silent.

"Copy the notes from the board and get started," Dumbledore-Mead announces.

I stand shaking. I don't want to get burns or boils!

"Quit cowering, Mr. Wayward. Take off your shirt," he orders.

I blink. So he wants to humiliate me. That explains it.

I slowly unbutton my shirt and set it down. It doesn't help how freezing the room must be. A shiver creeps over my body, but not only from the cold.

The first-years gawk at me.

"Now your trousers," he continues.

I blink again, not moving.

His face tightens. "I said something."

I look down. "I'm not…"

"Furnunculus!"

Hundreds of tiny boils bubble up my back in fiery pain. Tears start to form in my eyes.

"Furnunculus!" he repeats. Red-hot boils streak up my arms and I scream but nobody could hear. The silencing charm is the absolute worst. I rub my arms but that only makes the pain worse. The boils grow bigger and bigger until they—

"Furnunculus!"

My stomach covered in boils. Pain. So. Much. Pain.

I fall to the ground and find a way to breathe through the agony. I stay there breathing like my next breath may be my last. In. Out. In. Out.

I lose track of the world outside my body. I lose track of time and space. All I feel is discomfort. All I hear is Dumbledore saying, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. All I want to do is be anywhere but here.

But here is better than wherever Mead has planned for me…

I see his hand and I flinch. Dumbledore-Mead smiles evilly. "Time to test your potions."

I look up to the class achingly.

"Stand up," he commands.

I stumble to my feet.

"Devon and Patty's potion."

It's orange and thick.

It was done wrong, Dumbledore tells me. It's supposed to be an air-like, yellow liquid.

Dumbledore-Mead pours it down my back only to bring more irritation to the boils. I wince.

One by one, each potion looked the same, bringing more pain every time. It hurt like a burning stove. There has to be some mistake.

He said to whip it when they needed to stir it, Dumbledore explains.

I open my mouth to speak and then realize I can't. Stupid silencing spell.

Any suggestions? I ask, tensely.

Well… I have an idea, but I can't say I like it.

WELL WHAT IS IT?!

Dumbledore-Mead shoots me a glare. "Gregor and Nathan's potion." He whispers to me, "I can still hear you." He pours the potion over my arms and stomach. I fall to the ground and clutch my stomach. Owwwwwwww!!!

I am so sorry, he says as quietly as he could. Just… mix them!

I blink. Mix them?! Mix what?! Mix the potion? Mix the—oh.

Mix the Truth and Lies.

How do you even do that?

Umm. Okay. The truth is you need to stir the potion. The lie is that… it was always written on the board correctly. Um… mix?

I look at the board and see a gray blob drifting above it.

"Oh, Paula, we did it wrong!" I hear someone whisper.

Which means that I did it right!

As a few more incorrect potions are used on me, I notice two girls fixing their potion.

Dumbledore-Mead looks confused.

He collects the last potion. "Jane and Paula's."

He pours it down my back. An ocean of relief floods my back and it takes all of my concentration not to grab what's left of the cauldron and dump it over my aching torso.

Dumbledore-Mead notices my sudden relief and stares at me in shock. He quickly regains his senses and hisses, "You're lucky that some of these kids actually know what they're doing." He turns to the rest of the class. "Great job, Paula and Jane," he lies. "Five points from Gryffindor for not following instructions."

One of them opens her mouth to protest but Dumbledore-Mead dismisses the class. "Everyone leave immediately to your next classes."

Once everyone leaves the room Dumbledore marches over to me, striking me so hard that I fall back. "I know what you did. Give me those powers!"

I look away. I can't say anything even if I would like to. My mouth is full of blood.

"What? Cat got your tongue? Oh right! I'm more powerful than you!" He pushes me to the ground and steps on my cheek, my face forced against the cold, stone floor like clay. "Speak!"

My kicks and punches seem effortless as of now. I close my eyes and wait for the next blow.

"I am in control of you. Face it." He kicks my skull into the ground again, smirking. "No pun intended. So will you join me?" He bends down and smiles at me. "This will be a whole lot easier for both of us."

I spit my bloody mixture out of my mouth and onto his face.

I.

Am.

So.

Screwed.

A/n: so that was long...

I think it came up as like 5 pages on my google docs and usually thr like 3...

Spoiler: Scott's screwed

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