A.N HI, okay so this is chapter two and its longer then chapter one =D which is a big feat for me however I don't like this one as much. The marauders do not come it yet, I am hoping to have at least Remus come in next chapter. For the first bit of each chapter for now on is going to have a bit of Harry and Ron so that you know what's going on back in that time because its important to the plot.

Dedicated to the awesome Rupert Grint who unfortunately has swine flu at the moment so its sad for us Ron fans. Get better soon.

Oh and nothings mine if it was I wouldn't be slaving away at High school I would be paying people to do it for me.

Harry cast another spell at an unknown deatheater, his back to the lake. The deatheater fell to his knees and with one last look through his dark eyes he fell to the floor. Harry smirked, he was not happy over the deaths he had caused but he knew it was for the good of man kind.

A spell hit him in the shoulder and forced him to fall, turning towards the attacker he saw something out of the corner of his eye, Hermione falling into the lake. The protective brother nature in him kicked him, with a quick spell his attacker was on the ground. He ran pushing his way through duels, dodging spells until he ended up on the edge of lake.

Hermione was gone. Standing were she had been was Peter Pettigrew, a psychotic smile etched on his face, "Hello Harry." He smiled as he spoke as though they were friends in a pub not enemies during a war.

"Where is she?" He snarled his wand held high in Pettigrew's direction. Fear flashed momentarily in Peter's eyes, his smile faulted for just a second. Harry found pleasure in this.

"WHERE IS SHE?" he yelled advancing on Peter. Jumping back Peter replied, "Death, alive. I don't know what he did to her." Harry stared at the man his parents had trusted with their lives, what was he talking about? Who was the he, he had mentioned?

"I'll let you contemplate that little Potter, but if I dare help you I would get your troops to retreat. The Dark Lord will not come today." With that Peter disapparated from the water and Harry was left confused.

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I do not know completely what happened to me after Pettigrew's spell had hit me. Everything I am about to tell you is not first hand experience it is what I have been told by professor Dumbledore and madam Pomfrey.

The spell Pettigrew had cast on me had sent me into a deep sleep. I had been found after a great storm by Albus Dumbledore the headmaster of the school I had been found on. The water swept my broken body onto the shore, my head had a large gash and my left leg had been tore apart. After being found by Dumbledore he had rushed me to the hospital wing of Hogwarts, a magical school for young witch's and wizards. Madam Pomfrey, the school medi-witch or nurse as you muggles might call her, looked after me for about a week till I had awoken. Unfortunately they did not know the extent of my injures until I had woken up. This took about a week after my brain had sent me into a coma so try and repair it self.

I had opened my eyes on the eighth day of my coma. I took in the white walls, the white sheets that covered the silver bed frames and I took in the lady sleeping next to me. She wore all white as well and appeared to blend in with the background. I tried to place the woman in my mind to work out if I knew her or not, but my mind came up blank. My fear stared to rise and I tried to get out of the bed.

The woman woke at the sudden noise. She placed a smile of relief on her face at my awake state.

"How are you my dear?" I found her voice calming so I stopped my struggle to get out of the incredibly tight bed sheets. I stared at her is fear and curiosity. She rose from her seat and placed her cold hand on my forehead, I jerked away from her.

"It's okay dear. I'm Madam Pomfrey, I'm a friend." She spoke slowly to me to make sure that I could understand who she was.

"Mad-am Pom-frey." I sounded out her name, jumping slightly at the sound of my own voice, it was so unfamiliar. It was soft yet scratchy from lack of use.

Madam Pomfrey smiled when I spoke, "Good, good you can speak. What's your name child?"

I smiled at her and opened my mouth to answer then quickly shut it again, searching my brain I could not find a name that I recognised as my own. "I don't know." I uttered softly ashamed at not being able to answer the nice ladies question.

The medi-witch looked away sadly. She turned back to face me a fake smile etched on her face, "I'll go get the Headmaster. He would like to see you." She then walked briskly out of the room through a large oak door.

I was left alone with my thought of lack there of. My poor mind was whirling a mile a minute. I could not find any memories of my past or even how I had ended up in the white shiny room. I how ever could recite all ingredients to a Polyjuice potion and list in order the battles in the goblin rebellion. While I found what was in my mind interesting I grew frustrated and fearful at the fact I had no memories of my self. I could not even remember what I looked like. I looked at my hands, my fingers where thin and long. After spending quite a while staring at my hands I pulled the sheets off the bed to reveal my legs, they were half hidden by the hospital like nightie I wore. I gasped at the sight; my right leg was smooth and thin while my left leg was scarred and pink. It looked horrible and I was so afraid of it.

While I stared at my strange leg the doors reopened and a tall silver bearded man in star pattern robes walked through them, my eyes shifted from my leg to the unknown man.

"Hello, young lady." He smiled at me kindly and I saw a twinkle with in eyes.

"Hello." I whispered back to him.

"Madam Pomfrey tells me you can not remember who you are?" His voice was much like the nurses, kind and sweet.

"Yes, sir." Again I whispered my sentence.

"Do you remember anything about your self?" I shock my head, tears forming in my eyes when I admitted it, "It's alright Miss. Do you know anything about the magical society?"

"A lot, Sir."

With a twinkle in his eye, he rambled on questions I could answer quickly with no hesitation. He paused after I answered the questions although thinking hard how to choose the words of which to speak.

"Miss, in one week this school will be open for its students and I hope that you will join the students in learning and enjoying the school's many activities."

"I don't know, sir. I mean this is all so much to think about." I looked away ashamed.

"Its okay, Miss. You have a week to decide. And if you would like some advice, I would try and keep active with that leg." I looked at him confused; although my leg looked horrible on the outside surely it was fine inside.

"You snapped the tendons in your leg, while Madam Pomfrey was able to repair the injury you will have trouble walking for quite some time."

I looked up at the white ceiling refusing tears to spill, I had no memory of walking and the idea of not being able to walk upset me, I was afraid I would never be able to walk 'normally'.

"I must leave now, would like you to think of a name if you please, my dear." With a nod from me, the un-named man left the room, leaving me dazzled and confused.

The plump medi-witch came to my side holding a walking stick she held it out for me to grab, allowing my weak hands to grab it a forced my injured leg out of bed and attempted to stand. I wobbled on the spot, my body weight shifted to my good leg and the stick.

"I am going to be okay." I whispered to my self.