Chapter 3 - The Potters
Sam's eyes flickered open. Everything was a blur. He was in a bedroom, sun was pouring through the window. As his vision cleared, he looked around.
There were shelves littered with strange objects; jars with mini, moving ships inside, a crystal ball, and something that resembled a spinning top.
He felt different, he knew much more than before. He wondered why he had been attached by two dementors. Two what? Why did he even knew what they were called?
Sam was shaken from these thoughts when someone entered the room. The man from last night.
"How you feeling?" He asked.
Sam was taken aback by the man's politeness. The night before, he had been trying to erase his memories. He jumped to his feet.
"B-but last night, those things-" Sam's voice trailed off as his head span once more.
The man helped him back down to the bed, assuring him that he needed rest.
"But yesterday-" Sam started.
"I understand you must be confused." (He was) "the things that attacked us, well mostly you, are not pleasant creatures at all, they guard the wizard prison. They're called-"
"Dementors" Sam blurted out. Harry was in shock from the look on his face.
"Muggles can't see dementors. How do you even know what they're called?"
"Lucky guess?" Sam replied very unconvincingly. Harry gave the boy a suspicious look.
"Anyway, that was a week ago, you've been asleep since then" the man said with a skeptic so look still etched across his face.
"HARRY!" A female voice yelled from where Sam assumed was downstairs.
"You're Harry Potter!" Sam exclaimed. He didn't know how he knew this but he had said it without thinking.
"How do you know that?" Said Harry, eyeing Sam with a look of confusion.
"I don't kn-" Sam started to say but another shout from downstairs distracted Harry.
The wizard stood up, with a face that made it clear he shouldn't make the woman downstairs call him a third time.
As Harry left the room, the woman shouted back up,
"you better bring him too"
"Come on" Harry said rather cheerily, poking his head back round the door.
Sam followed Harry down the stairs. He noticed the rest of the house was similar to the room he had woken up in. Shelves covered the walls, laden with strange objects and books. Voyages with Vampires, Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them, and a rather furry looking book held shut with a belt.
They entered the front room of the house where they were met by three more people, a tall, black wizard wearing very official looking purple robes, and to his left, a tall, gangly, ginger man and a bushy, brown haired witch. They were holding hands.
Harry greeted the official looking man. Sam gathered that the man had a very important job as Harry thanked him for taking the time to come. He then welcomed the couple as old friends, with a large hug for each one.
"So this is him?" Kingsley asked Harry, nodding towards Sam.
"Yeah, we really don't know what to do" Harry replied.
Sam realised who the three wizards suddenly and, as if someone else was speaking for him, he said,
"You're Kingsley Shacklebolt, the minister for magic, and you're Ron Weasley" he said, adressing the ginger wizard, " the auror, and Hermione Granger"
Sam instantly wished he hadn't said anything because as soon as he finished, Shacklebolt rounded on Harry.
"What have you been telling him? You know you can't just go around telling muggles about the magical world, no matter how much you like them"
"I didn't tell him that" Harry said defensively.
"What?" Exclaimed Hermione.
"He just knows it, I don't know how" he added as Ron looked as if he was about to interject, "he knew who I was, and about the dementors"
The whole room stared at Sam in a stunned silence. Ron was the first to break it.
"Who won the Quidditch World Cup last year?"
"Bulgaria" Sam replied, although he didn't know how he knew.
"Who wrote A Complete History Of Magic?" Hermione asked.
"Bathilda Bagshot"
"What is the British magic school called?"
"Hogwarts"
Question after question was hurled at Sam, yet somehow he knew the answer to every single one.
"How do you know all of this about our world?" Kingsley asked Sam.
"I don't know" he answered truthfully, "I didn't know it before last night"
"Last week" Harry corrected.
The wizards all stood, staring at Sam, that was until Hermione suggested tea and herself Ron and the woman Sam now recognised as Ginny Weasley went into the kitchen and busied themselves with the tea making. Harry and Shacklebolt sat, inviting Sam to do the same.
Kingsley made Harry tell the whole story of the week before, then asked Sam to recount what he remembered. He finished, with everyone looking on in shock as he described the dementor.
"This must have something to do with your patronus" said Kingsley, addressing Harry "It is a spell formed through thoughts and memories. Perhaps some of those memories got transferred to young Sam here as it passed through him. He would have been particularly susceptible to it having just had a near-death experience."
"I'd say it was more than a few memories" said Ron "he recited the names of the whole Chudley Cannons team just now" He looked nothing short of ecstatic at the revelation.