Disclaimer** I do not claim to own anything that's not mine (J.K. Rowling wrote these amazing things before I could even dream of them). I do claim my main character, Dee.
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~ I was so hot. The steady soft dripping, I could hear still, but now I was convinced it was sweat from my body. The darkness seemed to stretch around me like an expanding balloon. I strained, trying to see or push through it. Like a foggy night in the woods, it scared me. I am brave. I told myself, shoving the fear aside. My ears strained as well, trying to hear anything besides the dripping. The evil voice had seemingly disappeared. The dripping got louder and faster as the unending timelessness continued. Time! My mind suddenly grasped the concept back from the sticky web around me. How long have I been stuck here? Eventually I started to smell something like smoke or sulfur. It was strangely comforting.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" A strange, muffled voice startled me. Were they talking to me? I thought, confused. Silence engulfed me again. Long moments later; wait. How long? I pondered the time again.
"You're gonna kill her!" Kill who? I can't just let someone get killed, but what could I do? Suddenly shocking pain hit me hard, feeling like someone just stabbed me... ~
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"Ahhh!" I screamed as I bolted straight up. I clutched at my chest where a long knife was protruding from my chest. Blood seeped slowly from the wound. My eyes focused solely on that as shouts, screams and tussels of movement around me created a loud raucous. I gasped in shock, my fingers moving cautiously over the handle. The roar of voices finally caught my attention. There were five people in the room with me. The four men were shouting, arguing, while the pretty woman stood defensively between them. The two younger men alternated between yelling at the woman while the older two finally turned to me.
"Deirdra! Don't pull it out!" The younger of the two older gentlemen shouted. The other three turned to me now as well.
"Dee!" "Deirdra!" The two young men shouted simultaneously. The oldest gentleman came to me, smiling reassuringly. I instantly trusted him, though I didn't know why. His hands gently pulled the knife from my chest and I shouted in pain while the two young men shouted protests, too late. Warmth flooded my chest and the pain disappeared. I looked down to see that the wound was now completely healed; even my shirt had been cleaned and mended.
"There. All better sweetheart." The old man said and handed the knife to the woman.
"See. I told ya. Shock the victim out of a coma. Barbaric and brilliant all at once!" She beamed. The two young men glared at her. "Don't glare at me. She's awake, so be happy." She chastised them.
"How do you feel sweetheart?" The old man asked me. Who were all these people? I looked at all the attentive faces trying to rouse a memory. They seemed to sense my confusion. "Do you know your name?" The old man asked. I shook my head no. He sighed deeply. "I was afraid of that." He said sadly. He turned to everyone else. "Please, everyone clear out for a bit." He directed. They all complied without complaint, though I noticed looks of longing and concern from the younger two. I have to say, both were quite attractive, in two very different ways.
"Eh hm." The old man sounded to capture my attention away from the closing door. "I'm sorry for all the confusion. I am Albus Dumbledore and you are Deirdra Nadine Kendra Raschell Dumbledore, my daughter. You mostly go by Dee, Deirdra or My Dear, but only I call you that." I studied him closer as he spoke. This is my father? He's old… "You have been in some sort of coma for the last few months after getting hit by a vicious curse." He continued, watching me closely for my reaction. "You do remember the general world you live in? Magic? Etc..?" He questioned. I looked inwardly and I could think of spells and felt a strong belief in magic, I knew it was real. I nodded my head yes to him. "We were about at wits end trying to bring you back to us. Luckily an unlikely person showed up with an outrageous idea that worked." I guessed he was talking about the woman and the knife. My hand reflectively went to my chest where the knife had pierced me. He smiled softly, his eyes twinkling in the lamp light. The brightness around me caught my attention and I looked around the room. To my right was the door, which everyone had exited through earlier. To my left was a large window, its curtains pulled wide, allowing the moonlight to shine in, joining with the lamp light. Another large window was across the room from the bed I lay in, also allowing in the moonlight. Then there was another door on the same wall as the main door. That one probably led to a bathroom or closet. The room was bursting with light and very hot. I noticed my clothes sticking uncomfortably to my skin. I picked at a frayed string from the orange and purple quilt that covered me. I wished to throw it off of me but I didn't feel like I even had the strength to lift it. "Again, I'd like to ask how you are feeling, physically. Are you in any pain or feel sick in anyway?" My father pulled my attention back to him with his question. His piercing blue eyes studied me closely. I took a long moment to mentally traverse my body to see how I was feeling. I had some slight pain running from my breast to my hip and my stomach hurt, but I think it was from hunger.
"I have a slight pain running from breast to hip and I'm quite hungry." I answered oddly, feeling weird saying this to a man whom I was led to believe is my father but whom I couldn't remember. He nodded, taking in what I'd said.
"Hunger we can cure!" He said cheerfully. "But the pain, I don't know about that. That will be from your scars." He informed. Scars? What kinds of scars cover me? Was it from being hit with the curse? I frowned. He seemed in thought for a moment before continuing. "Do you remember anything from while you were unconscious?" He asked cautiously. I closed my eyes, remembering the empty black of my prison, the evil voice and the dripping that tortured me… "If you don't feel up to talking about it now, I'll understand." My father added. I opened my eyes and a tear leaked out. He nodded his understanding of my silence. "Let me go see what I can whip up for you to eat. You just lay here and rest." Not like I have the strength to do anything else. I thought gloomily. "I'll allow the others to visit you one at a time so that they don't overwhelm you." With that said he stood up and headed towards the door. He stopped though before exiting and turned back to me with a sad smile. "I know you don't remember me yet but I need you to know that I love you very much My Dear and I'm so happy to have you back with us." As he turned and walked out the door I finally noticed his hand, shriveled and black. Hmmm... I pondered, but without many questions or my memory, I knew I wouldn't discover the story behind his hand. My mind reeled, trying to take in everything. I started to dread facing the others. I wish I could remember...
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The first person in had been the young man with the red hair. His name was George Weasley, so he informed. He made me uncomfortable. He tried to kiss me and got sad when I freaked out. He explained to me that I was his girlfriend and I felt horrible that I couldn't remember him at all. The visit had ended in long moments of silence as he stared at me longingly and sad, while I avoided looking at him in the eyes.
The next person in was the other old man. He was cheerful and friendly as he explained to me that he was my Unkie Aber, my father's brother. I could see the family resemblance. He reminisced some of his favorite memories of me, hoping they would help jog my memory. A story about, me, painting over a picture of a friend of his made me laugh. His animated reenactment of the man in the portrait screaming from behind the purple paint was hilarious.
The next person in to visit me was the other young man. He was quite dashing and charming as he explained to me that we were best friends and that we both were people who had to stay hidden from the world. That part confused me but the young man, Cedric, assured me it was too long of a story to explain before he quickly changed the topic. We finished our visit talking about various books we have both apparently read, but I couldn't remember them, so it was mostly a one sided conversation.
The last visitor came in bearing a tray full of food. My moth watered and stomach growled. The woman smiled warmly at me as she set the tray down in my lap.
"Dinner is served!" She said brightly. Her arms caught my attention when she set down the tray. They were covered in tiny scars. "You don't know me, not just because of your amnesia. We've never met before. My name is Constance Reese, but you can call me Con. I'm an old friend of Harry Potter's mother." Who is Harry Potter? I wondered and was slightly amused that she'd forget I wouldn't remember who he was. "Anyways, I'm the one who stabbed you." She said lamely, adding a weird stabbing motion reenactment. If I had more energy, I might have laughed. "Sorry about that… But at least it worked. It was my idea to use extreme shock to pull you back out of the dark. We busted this place open and heated ya up first of course. Your body was so cold we could have used your baby toes as ice for our tea." She laughed at her own joke before continuing. "Of course I had to be quick about the stabbing thing. Those boyfriends of yours are very protective…" I smiled. I liked this lady. "But at least you're back with us now." She added.
"Ya. I just wish I was able to remember everything from before now." I confessed to her. She smiled sadly at me.
"Well, the most important thing is that you're alive and conscious. Believe me, I'm a doctor. Well, sort of… Anyways, hopefully your memory will return soon." She chirped. I definitely liked this woman. She was someone I felt I'd get along very well with.
I finished my dinner and Con left, leaving me to my chaotic thoughts. Occasionally a glimpse of a memory would flash through my head but disappeared before I could even get a grasp at it. The bright room was comforting still, after the long darkness I'd been trapped in and soon I found myself drifting off to sleep.
*** So… yep. =) She has amnesia… Who saw that coming? Anyone? Maybe it was just obvious to me because it's my story, though I think I did give a little hint of it in a previous chapter. I do not claim the character Constance Reese. She was originally created by a miss SiriuslyxPadfoot, now known as StupefyStunner. Her story got deleted for some reason before she could finish it but I liked it so much I asked her if I could use Con in my story. My version of Con is grown up though from what was originally written for her. Anyways, thank you everyone so much for all the reviews. Sorry we're in such a sticky place with the story. Now you understand why I've been having trouble writing these chapters (besides being sick.). So, do you like this chapter? Hate it? Love it? Let me know by Reviewing! Thanks for reading. I love you guys. Thanks so much for sticking with me as I write this story. =)