**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.
I awoke with a jerk. My dreams had been chaotic, full of faces without names. No, that's not right. A few had names, the ones who I'd met yesterday. One face in particular had popped up more frequently than the others and that face also happened to be there to greet me as I woke.
"Good Morning!" George said cheerfully. I studied him warily. His clothes were vibrantly colored but wrinkled as if he had slept in them. His hair was short and sort of spiky, but also unkempt.
"Hi." I answered back meekly. His smile seemed to fade slightly. I really hated making him feel sad that I couldn't remember how much I liked him. I wanted desperately to remember. I smiled apologetically at him but before either of us could say anything else, the door burst open.
"Good Morning!" Con chirped cheerfully, bringing in a tray of food. An owl sat on her shoulder and hooted at me. It flew off its perch, flying to me. The owl landed softly on my shoulder. Con laughed. "Looks like someone is happy to see you up. That's one of your pet owls, Holly. She's been attached to me since I got here but she's really missed you." Con said. "She'll be sad when I disappear but at least you're around again now." I looked at Con sharply.
"You're leaving?" I questioned.
"Well, I just came to take care of some business." She explained vaguely, while absently playing with her long dark blond hair.
"What kind of business?" I questioned. She got a sad look on her face, her eyes drifting away into a memory. She snapped back to reality after a moment, her chocolate brown eyes focusing back in on me.
"I was mentioned in a will of a dear old friend of mine…" She stated sadly and giving off vibes that demanded the subject be dropped. I really didn't want her to leave. She was the only person whom I've met that didn't look at me in expectation.
"Please, don't leave. Will you at least stay around until I get my memory back?" I pleaded. She looked doubtful but seemed to be considering the idea.
"I can stay until a few weeks before school starts I suppose." She cheerfully agreed. The mention of school got me curious though.
"Am I going to school?" I asked slowly, hoping for a no. I didn't want to have to face a bunch of students who expected me to remember them too.
"No." George answered me with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah. I work at a school for magic in the Americas. I am a nurse there, much like Hogwarts' Madam Pomfrey. Just call me Madam Reese." Con said proudly. What is Hogwarts and who is Madam Pomfrey?I wondered. It was humorous though that she kept forgetting I wouldn't know what she was talking about.
"Why didn't you just stay here and train under Madam Pomfrey? I know she would have been happy to have a co-worker in her hospital ward." George inquired.
"Too many bad memories at Hogwarts…" Con said sadly. Another owl hooted as it flew in the open window. It landed on Con's shoulder.
"Is that another owl of mine?" I asked.
"No, no… This is my owl, Misfit. She was a scraggly little ugly thing when I bought her because her previous owners mistreated her. But now look at her, beautiful and strong." Con beamed while stroking the owl lovingly. "Well, I should go clean up down stairs. This house is a mess. Remind me to scold your father for that." Con said and exited the room.
"Interesting woman…" George mused.
"I like her." I beamed. George cocked an eyebrow at me and laughed.
"Now if only it were that easy for me." He said softly. Guilt clawed at me. It was so frustrating too, not being able to remember how you feel about someone. I could barely look at him because every time I did, I saw the love he felt for me, written all over his face.
I finished my breakfast while George told me tales of a girl who would turn invisible and could bring people back from death. I scoffed at him and his tales.
"You have quite the imagination, George, to come up with a super hero like that." I said in good humor. He looked at me seriously for a while as if his mind was boggled before he burst out in laughter. I was very confused. "What's so funny?" I asked. George just kept laughing until it drove me nuts and I got angry. "Get out then!" I shouted and pushed him away. When my hand touched his skin though, I felt a jolt of electricity. I looked at him stunned. "Did you just shock me?" I questioned, glaring at him.
"No…" He replied, as his laughter faded.
"What was that then?" I demanded. He smiled lovingly at me and I turned my face away. His hand came up and turned my face back to him and again I felt the electricity. His thumb caressed my cheek.
"It's the physical chemistry we have Dee. Amazing, huh?" I blushed from his statement. We stayed like that for a long moment. Then, finally, the happy loving face he wore drooped to sadness and he dropped his hand from my face. My standoffish, confused face disappointed him as I still couldn't remember. "Sorry." He apologized, but I felt like I should have been the one apologizing.
"I'm sorry too." I said. He looked shocked by my apology.
"Don't apologize, Dee. It's not your fault you can't remember." He said softly before turning and leaving. As the door closed with a loud click, I buried my head in my pillow and cried. Why can't I remember?
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The week continued on. I was finally allowed to get out of bed, with help of course. I was embarrassed when I did. I was only wearing an over sized red t-shirt and underwear. Con and George were the ones that assisted me.
"Careful now. One step at a time. Your muscles will have to build back up." Con explained to me as George practically carried me across the room to the bathroom. Con didn't enter into the bathroom with us and I panicked to think that I had to rely on George to help me undress and shower. My body, no matter how much I yelled at it, always responded to George's touch in a way that made me blush fiercely.
"Relax Dee. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before, even if you don't remember it…" George said with a wink. I blushed bright and my heart raced to think about why or how he might have seen me naked. "I promise not to look anyways." He said as he only covered one eye. I couldn't help but to laugh. "That's more like it. I love making and hearing you laugh." He said cheerfully. Con was suddenly there and shooing George out, glancing nervously at the doorway. I looked to the door way to see my father standing there glaring at George. By the angry face he was making, I would guess he'd been there long enough to hear George's comment about seeing me naked before. George saw him too and his smile disappeared. He waved nervously at my father before disapparating out of the room. My father disapparated away too. I felt slightly nervous for George. I hoped he was a fast runner.
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It had been a month still and no memories surfacing. I was exhausted; physically and mentally. I'd been working my body, gaining back the muscle I'd lost from laying unconscious so long. I also had been wracking my brain, trying to remember everything. Dying would have been easier… I thought. A water balloon splashed me as it hit the floor near me. I looked up, smiling, to see George. …But not as fun… I added to my thought. I conjured up my own water balloons and a war ensued.
I was gasping for breath as I ran around, the physical exertion taking its toll on my still recovering body. I screamed as I hit a slick spot and slipped, falling to the floor. I lay there for a moment trying to recover my bearings and breath when George appeared over me. He grinned mischievously down at me and raised a water balloon.
~George had spent every day with me, all day, for the last month. He didn't care that I couldn't remember our relationship. He just wanted to be around me, even if it was just as friends. He knew eventually I'd remember. But I saw it as eventually I'd fall anew into love with him. He was so funny and so much fun to be with and so caring… ~
"Time out!" I shouted, but it was too late. The balloon hit me in the face, bursting. The shock of the hit recoiled through my head and I had a long blank moment of chaos.
I blinked; once, twice… three times. Images flashed behind my eyes and feelings blossomed in my heart. It all rushed on me so fast, I felt as if I'd burst.
"Are you okay?" George asked, concerned as he leaned down over me. My heart hammered and my eyes stung with tears. My George! I grinned and grabbed him, pulling him to me and I kissed him. The kiss was long and desperate, our tongues battling and souls reuniting. The kiss broke and we both gasped for breath. George flopped down on the floor next to me and lay there for a long moment. Finally he turned to me, so I turned to him as well. "You remember?" He asked cautiously, fear of a negative response sang in his eyes. I smiled slowly.
"Would it matter?" I asked, amused. George shook his head slightly in response. "Then, Yes. I remember." I said softly. George whooped in glee and pulled me into his embrace, kissing me once more.
"What in tarnation is going on in here?" Someone asked. We broke apart and looked up to see Con and Da in standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Da!" I shouted and jumped up and ran to hug him. He was shocked at first but soon wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.
"My Dear Deirdra… Welcome back." He said lovingly, tears evident in his voice. Hugs were abundant as soon a group of people was somehow suddenly all there, welcoming back my memories. It was a glorious day.
*** Yeah! She remembers! =D lol. Thanks for all the reviews on my last chapter. This chapter is a little short but it's the start of a happy time frame in the story. The next chapter is longer. I promise. There is a reason why I have introduced and will be having Con in the next few chapters too and sporadically through the rest of the story. It's because I am doing my next story, after this one is finished, based off a character who stems from Con. I will link the stories together that way. I'm excited about it. Member, 340997394, was asking me what I was thinking about writing about when I was done with this one, so I have been trying to figure that out. So, now that I have, I am excited. Also, the main character of the next story will be named after member 340997394. I had to ask her name so I would know though, since obviously I'm not naming her 340997394. It's hard just typing that out this many times. Though it might work nicely if I was doing a Dark Angel fan fic… lol. Anyways, hope you guys liked and/or loved this chapter. Thank you for Reading. Please don't forget to Review. I get quick notifications from my phone that I have a new email and I always get so excited to read your reviews. Thank you! I love you guys. I'm addicted to updating for you guys just so I can hear how much you love it. =)