A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I last updated! Really, though, how long has it been? A month? Thank you, my brand-new laptop which I love so much, for giving me the possibility to read fanfictions for hours instead of write mine! And while I have read the fanfictions, I have got some ideas about things that I could use (nothing major, of course, but rather little details that would make my story a little more convincing). But, the good thing is, I HAVE RETURNED! AND I BROUGHT THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF MY GREATEST WISH!
Disclaimer: I am just going to say that of course I own Harry Potter and all of its characters and the unfortunately fictitious Hogwarts. But before J. K. Rowling sues me for coming out with such blasphemy, I will say that I take the statement back. I only own the plot.
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He had to get up. But his head throbbed painfully, and he wasn't even sure why he had to get up. It seemed pointless in the dark, with the cool, hard floor lessening the headache.
Someone stood over him. It was too dark for him to make out who it was.
"Malfoy?" The voice was confused. Draco knew the voice from somewhere- it was feminine and like music to his ears- but couldn't remember who it belonged to. Something on his chest burned. He wasn't sure what.
Whoever the person was, she leaned over him to see if he was alright. In the dark he could barely make out dark, thick hair and a pretty face.
"What? No stupid comment?" she asked. "No snide remark?"
"Why would I say anything like that to you?" Draco asked, truly curious. You're just so pretty. Nobody should make fun of you."
"Malfoy, are you okay?" Her voice shook.
"My head hurts. So my name's Malfoy?"
"Yes, you're Draco Malfoy. You must have lost your memory. Um, I think that we have to go to the Headmaster's office." She held out her hand so that Draco could stand up. He took the slim hand, and his chest burned as if on fire. His whole body recoiled, and his hand involuntarily clutched his chest.
"Are you okay?" the girl asked. She took out a stick or something and created a light on the tip of it. It was like magic.
"I don't know."
The girl opened the front of Draco's robes so that his chest was bare. She gasped. Clearly visible on his pale skin, even in the poor light, was a tattoo that looked like an hourglass on a long necklace that wrapped around his neck.
"We really have to go to Professor Dumbledore now. Come on," she said. Draco followed the girl through the corridors. She stopped at a gargoyle and said a strange combination of words to the piece of stone. Draco nearly fainted when the gargoyle leapt out of the way, revealing a staircase.
The girl knocked on the door at the top of the steps. A man from within called, "Enter." The girl opened the door to the office of a very strange man with long silvery hair and beard and half-moon spectacles. (A/N: if you want a more detailed description of Dumbledore or his office, or anything else that you probably remember from the books, go read the books. I don't want to reiterate what the great Ms. Rowling already wrote. That's not my job.)
"Professor, Malfoy seems to have lost his memory. He also has a strange mark on his skin. It looks like a Time Turner."
"Thank you, Miss Granger. I hope you will now retire to your common room for the evening- it is rather late. I am capable of taking care of Mr. Malfoy. But, please, do not tell anyone of this."
The pretty girl, even more stunning in the light of the office with long bushy brown hair, creamy skin, and rather captivating brown eyes- Granger- left.
"Now what to do with you, Draco? You seem to be a major dilemma. Do you mind if I check your mind to see what is the cause of your forgetfulness?"
"Go ahead," he said. Whatever that meant.
Strange images- things he didn't remember- came into his mind. But then a fresh wave of pain spread over his tattoo. Everything went dark.
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Something very distant said something very quietly. He protested being awakened but nevertheless opened his eyes to see the sunlight streaming in the Hospital Wing window.
"Good, Mr. Malfoy, you're awake," a nurse said. "And why are you here today? I daresay it was for a nap."
"I don't remember. All I know is that the Granger girl came and took me to Professor Dumbledore."
"Anything else, dear?"
"No."
The woman backed away, muttering, "Memory's gone! Memory! And he sends the boy to me, not anyone that can do anything about it… But what does he mean by Granger, there's no girl with that name at this school…"
She came back over with a strange drink. "All of it, now, Mr. Malfoy." He drank it, although it tasted horrible. And before he knew it he had fallen asleep.
"What is the meaning of this, Mr. Malfoy? Sneaking out of the Hospital Wing? How dare you do such a thing! Never have I heard of this!" He woke with a start. He was still in the Hospital Wing. So then why was the nurse yelling at him for being outside?
The nurse came in holding a boy by the ear. He was about Draco's age, and looked very much like him. His hair was a little longer, but the same near-white color. The same gray eyes as his looked confused. The kid even looked the same height, and with a similar light build.
The kid glanced around the room and his piercing eyes stared at Draco again. Draco stared back. The nurse looked at the two near-identical boys in bewilderment and left, muttering about some sort of drink.
"Who're you?" the other boy demanded.
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A/N: NEVER MIND THIS NEXT PARAGRAPH! IT'S NOW WORTHLESS!
I know for a fact that Draco doesn't have amnesia. It's something else, since he remembers how to do everything properly. He forgets his memory, but everything that he has repetitively done, like eat and write, he remembers. I think amnesia is different, but if I'm wrong, say so in a review.
Thank you. Especially to Mrs. Robert Pattison for telling me about amnesia. DON'T TRUST MOVIES OR TV SHOWS WHEN IT COMES TO ACTUAL INFORMATION. Unless it's on an actually respectable channel, like History.
Sorry all of my other reviewers, I don't think I am going to mention any other reviewers. So Mrs. Robert Pattison, feel very good about yourself!
Bringing us to the next topic- Review! Please? I might leave you a nice little message in return.
