A/N: I've been posting chapters a lot recently, alas, I may not have them up this quickly in the future. But here it is, chapter sixteen. Review please!

.:Chapter sixteen:.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked to the common room after being stopped by Krum and Karkaroff at the entrance of the Great Hall. I caught up with them, dragging behind a little. Ron was going on about getting Krum's autograph. I smiled to myself, but I couldn't remember why it was so funny…

"Hey, Marie," Hermione said, trying to get away from the conversation of Krum. "Where are Fred and George?"

"They stayed back to yell at Dumbledore," I answered. "I have a question." Hermione nodded. "Where are the showers? It was never mentioned in the books," I said, dropping my voice so only we could here.

"There are a set of showers for each dormitory. Two showers in each." I hadn't realized how much this was bothering me. I couldn't imagine being comfortable having to walk out of the Gryffindor tower to take a shower, or even just to the common room. I was picturing walking into the common room with my hair a mess and in my pajamas. Fred and George were sitting by the fire, making fun of me. Just then Hermione's voice popped into my head. "Marie? Are you okay?"

"What? Yeah," I said, mentally shaking myself. We were in the common room. I must have been out of it the whole walk. The circular room was covered in red and gold hangings. Comfy arm chairs were placed around the fire, a few tables were at the edges of the room. I followed Hermione up the girls set of stairs. We walked in a spiral, passing at least five or six sets of doors.

"Only five can sleep in one dorm, and since there are more than 5 girls in each year, there are at least four dorms to each year," she said, answering another question of mine, this time before I could even ask it. "This is yours, I believe." We both walked into the dorm. It was just like the dorms the boys had, only with two less beds.

"Why are there only three beds?" I asked. Where were the other two girls going to sleep?

"There must only be three girls in this dorm," Hermione answered. "Well, good night." She left me alone in the dorm. I found my four post bed. I was by the one of the two windows in the dorm. The hangings were open, showing the crimson bedding and a Gryffindor patch. I looked down at my cloak, there was no patch. I found my pajamas and changed. I didn't want to try to put the patch on by magic and mess up while I was still wearing the clothing. I was holding the cloak in my hand when two girls walked into the room.

"Don't bother, the house-elfs will sew that for you tonight. I'm Alicia Spinnet, by the way. This is Angelina Johnson," Alicia said, holding out her hand, once she moved aside, Angelina shook mine as well.

"We're both in your year," Angelina said, smiling. I returned it. I set my cloak on top of my trunk, the patch laying on top of it. "We're both on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Chasers."

"With Katie Bell, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, Fred and George are-" Alicia started.

"Both Beaters, yeah, I know. Harry is the Seeker, Oliver Wood was Keeper. I spent the summer with Fred and George. My family went on a vacation," I said. We talked about how much fun the Tournament will be to watch, and how Angelina is going to turn seventeen before the champions will be selected. I stood up soon after to, to take a shower. I wanted to sleep in as much as possible.

Alicia woke me up the next morning. "Come on, Marie, breakfast is almost over! You need to get your schedule!" I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I dressed as fast as I could. I brushed my teeth and my hair. A crease seemed for form its self in the back of my hair. I tried to brush it out, with no luck.

"Here, watch carefully," Angelina said. "Epipedos." My hair became perfectly flat. I said 'thanks' and we all went to the Great Hall. Fred and George were waiting in the common room.

"We've been waiting for ages!" Fred said, pulling me through the portrait hole.

"See you guys later," I called to Alicia and Angelina. "What's the rush?" I asked, trying to get them to slow down.

"We didn't get to see you last night after the feast. We need to get your schedule so we can discuss our plan as soon as possible," George said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, okay. But can you please let go of my wrist? You're hurting me," I whined. Fred let go, taking my hand instead. We got strange looks the whole way down to the entrance hall. We walked into the Great Hall, was almost empty. All of the first years were gone, probably wanting to get to class so they had extra time incase they got lost. Only the sixth and seventh years seemed to still be eating. Professor McGonagall approached me, holding a piece of parchment out to me.

"You're schedule, Miss Klem," she said, turning on her heal, and walked to the front of the hall. Before I had the chance to look at it.

"Good, we have all the same classes," George said, grinning. I took my schedule back it said:

Monday:

Herbology- Hufflepuff

Potions- Ravenclaw

Divination-Ravenclaw

Care for Magical Creatures- Slytherin

Tuesday:

Defense Against the Dark Arts- Slytherin

Charms- Hufflepuff

Double Transfigurations- Ravenclaw

Wednesday:

History of Magic- Slytherin

Double Herbology Ravenclaw

Midnight Astronomy- Hufflepuff

Thursday:

Astronomy- Hufflepuff

Double Potions- Ravenclaw

Muggle Studies- Alone

Friday:

Double Charms- Hufflepuff

Defense Against the Dark Arts- Slytherin

History of Magic- Slytherin

"Fridays will suck," George said, "But the rest of the week seems okay." I grinned, thinking the same thing. Fred and George led the way the Herbology. The day flew by. I couldn't remember very much of it. My head was swimming with everything I had to take in.

Fred and George noticed this about half way through dinner. "Why are you so quiet?" They asked. Fred was sitting across from me, George was on my left, and Hermione on my right.

"I dunno…" I said. I wasn't really lying. I couldn't remember where the day went, but I should be almost bursting with joy. All of my classes that day were wonderful. Fred and George both shrugged. They asked me how I like my classes so far. I smiled and told them I enjoyed them. Once they got me talking, I was fine. The food was wonderful. Everyone at the Gryffindor table seemed to be friends, so dinner was amazing. Fred, George, and I left early. We had just reached the portrait of the Fat Lady when McGonagall called my name.

"Miss Klem, Professor Dumbledore would like to have a word with you in is office," She said, attempting to smile. I had no idea what Dumbledore wanted to talk to me about. It couldn't have been anything bad, McGonagall was smiling. "Follow me." I did, not looking at the twins. We walked silently to Dumbledore's office. She whispered the password to the statue and watched as I stepped inside. She left me go by myself up the spiral staircase. Once I got to the door I knocked.

"Come in," I heard Dumbledore call. Opening the door, I stepped in. "Hello, Miss Klem." He motioned for me to take the seat in front of his desk. Glancing around the room, I took the seat. "I would like to have quick word with you about the end of the Tournament."

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't," I muttered.

"You're miss understanding me. What I mean is, I would like to tell you what I think. You see, I have all of these thoughts running through my head, and no one to share them with. You do not have to tell me if I'm right." He rambled about thinking one of the teachers being kidnapped and someone taking their place. But I had no idea who the real imposter was.

"Sir, I think we have a slight problem," I interrupted.

"Yes?"

"I cannot remember what is going to happen." I thought about the three tasks, and I couldn't remember what they were. I couldn't remember the name of the next three books. Everything was slipping away. I rubbed my eyes, trying to make the memories come back. Alas, nothing I tried worked.

"Ah, I was wondering if this would happen," Dumbledore said, fiddling with the bottom of his beard.

"What would happen, sir?"

"Well, you seem to be losing your memory. You will not forget what has already happened. Your family, your friends, and what has already happened while and before you were here." My head was spinning. I had to remember one thing. Only ONE THING I had to remember. I repeated the words that I couldn't lose over and over again. I needed to remember this!

"Sir, my I borrow a quill and some parchment?" He nodded and handed me what I asked for. I quickly wrote myself a little note, and tucked it away in my cloak. "So," I said, getting back on track, "I won't remember a thing that hasn't happened? Am I becoming part of the story now?"

"Yes, you are becoming part of our world," He corrected. The day before the Quidditch World Cup was awful. I wouldn't have to relive that ever again. I should probably feel terrified about not knowing what is going to happen, but I can't remember why I should feel that way.

"Sir, everything is gone. I can't remember a thing. Why did it happen so fast?" I asked, worried.

"You've probably been forgetting things for a few weeks now. You just hadn't realized until you wanted to remember something." I explained to Dumbledore how this would make staying here a lot easier. I told him how I felt before the Death Eaters attacked after the World Cup. He agreed that this would be best. This way I wouldn't be tempted to tell someone something they shouldn't know. "You're a normal Hogwarts student now, or as normal as can be," He said, smiling.

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