Harry awoke in the hospital wing. This time, he remembered a few vague details about something happening. Something tragic. All he remembered were the words: Hagrid and fire. Hagrid? Who's that? Harry thought. And where am I? Who am I? Harry pushed himself up, desperately, his breath coming in gasps. Professor Mcgonagall came in once again.

"Feeling better, Potter?" She smiled down amicably down at the boy.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"Me? Why, I'm your professor."

"Professor? What? So what do you mean about me feeling better? What happened?"

"Well, you fainted twice."
"Why, what happened?"
"Hagrid died."
"Hagrid, who's that?" Professor Mccgonagall gazed down sadly at the boy.

"Harry, you have amnesia."

Harry felt lightheaded. He knew no more.