A/N: so sorry for delays in updates. Been very busy. Heh. That, and I've discovered Doctor Who. :)

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It had been a week since Gwen and Anthony had taken me to St. Mungo's. Healer Brown had helped me at least get back memories of doing magic, which had turned out to be pretty basic. Her only concern was that, when it came to school, I wouldn't remember anything, not even teachers or any friends, so she gave Gwen and Anthony the task of trying to help me remember who Ava's – my – friends were.

So far, it wasn't going so well.

"Okay, come on, Ava! You know her!" Gwen cried in exasperation, waving a moving picture in front of my nose. "We sat with her on the train ride to Hogwarts in our first year! Rebecca Rosier! We're all best friends!"

I shook my head. "I don't remember her."

Anthony moved a frustrated Gwen aside and put another picture under my nose. It held a boy with white blonde hair and gray eyes. His chin was pointed and his hair was slicked back. He had his arm slung around a younger Anthony and they were laughing.

"This is Scorpius Malfoy," Anthony said. "He's in our house and, oddly, is also best friends with, not only me, but Albus Potter."

Anthony frowning, so I asked, "Who's Albus Potter?"

Both Gwen and Anthony gave me incredulous looks, so I raised my hands up in surrender and said, "Look, I have no memory!"

"Yeah, and whose fault is that?" Gwen snapped.

"Yours because you actually agreed to wipe my memory, you moron!" I snapped back.

Gwen and Antony's jaws dropped in amazement and then, at the same time, their mouths curved into smiles and then cried out in triumph.

"Maybe we should just start pissing you off," Gwen suggested. "That seems like the only time our Ava is back. Yeah, we're going to piss you off."

I looked back down at the picture that had somehow made its way into my hands, frowning. I felt oddly hurt at Gwen's words. "Our Ava". I wasn't theirs, I was someone else in their friends body, yet, somehow, I was able to get their Ava back. But what if she never came back? What if it was going to be but with a little of their Ava?

Anthony stopped laughing, ignoring Gwen, and crouched down in front of me, his eyes full of concern.

"You okay?" he asked.

I nodded and forced out a weak chuckle.

"Spectacular," I said. "Come on, let's try to piss me off more. Maybe your Ava will come back."

The last part came out bitterly and I could see Anthony making sense of this sudden swing in my mood.

"Gwen, shut the hell up and go get us something to eat," Anthony ordered.

Gwen stopped laughing and glared at Anthony. "No."

"Gwen, dammit, do it!" he said.

She glared at him a second longer and then she turned on her heel and stomped out of the room angrily, muttering under her breath as she left.

When she was gone, Anthony turned back to me and said, "What's wrong, Ava?"

I fiddled with the picture in my hands, trying to buy time, but then, after a few minutes hesitation, I said, "Well, I'm not your Ava. I'm someone else. But what if your Ava never comes back? What if it's always going to be me? Would you be happy with me, or would you try everything to get your Ava back?"

"Look, if Ava doesn't come back, I guess we'll just have to deal with it," Anthony said with a shrug. "You were right, it was Gwen's fault for agreeing to remove your memory in the first place."

I sighed and Anthony said, "Tell you what, why don' t we just leave friends alone and get you remembering things about school. I don't fancy Longbottom or Clearwater taking points from us."

"How will we explain this, though?" I asked him.

"We'll deal with it when we have to," he said in a soft voice. "Now come on, what's the ingredients in the Wolfsbane potion?"

And so it went like this everyday. For an hour or so, both Anthony or Gwen would come and hold up pictures of people Ava must have known, but I didn't and then, when I recognized no one, we would move on to things that we've already learned in school.

In the second week of August, I was taken back to St. Mungo's by request of Healer Brown, and I met her in her office.

"Biscuit?" she offered.

"Er, no thank you," I declined politely.

"So tell me, Ava, are you remembering anything?" Healer Brown asked me as she helped herself to a biscuit.

"Um, well, I'm remembering things we've learned in school," I said, "but I don't remember anyone from school. I've been shown the same pictures, they'll tell me something we all did, but I don't remember anything. It doesn't help when Gwen yells at me every five minutes because I don't remember."

"Maybe she's feeling guilty," Healer Brown suggested.

"Why would she feel guilty?" I asked.

"Because she's one of the main reasons why you can't remember anything," she replied. "She agreed to take your memories of your mother and it backfired. You aren't getting away scot-free, though."

"But isn't there a spell that you can do to restore my memory or something, Healer Brown?" I asked her desperately.

"It's Healer Finnigan now, and no, the mind is fragile thing," she replied.

"Finnigan?" I asked, confused.

Healer Brown nodded and then her face broke into a smile.

"I got married two weeks ago," she gushed.

"Oh, well, congratulations," I said automatically. "Who is he?"

"Seamus Finnigan," she said, a dreamy quality taking over her face.

I frowned. Something was clawing at the back of my brain. Finnigan, Finnigan. There was something familiar about that name. What was it? Was Finnigan in the –

"Battle of Hogwarts!" I cried out suddenly, causing Healer Brown to jump and then her face paled.

"What did you say?" she gasped.

"He was in the battle of Hogwarts!" I said again excitedly. "He was the one, with the help of Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom, who brought down the bridge so the Death Eaters couldn't get into Hogwarts! I remember that!"

"But how do you know that?" she asked me.

My excited died down. "I…I don't know. I guess I must have learned it in school or something and I just now remembered it."

Healer Brown shook her head slowly, her hand unconsciously rubbing her scarred neck. "No one knows what Seamus did, no one. And those who do know are those who fought that day. It was never released publicly what everyone did. Seamus never told anyone about that, nor did Ginny or Neville. How do you know?" she asked again.

"I don't know!" I said earnestly. "I really don't! I swear, Healer Brown! I don't know. What a minute…Brown?" My eyes widened as I remembered something else. "You were attacked by Fenrir Greyback! He attacked you! They all thought you were dead, and Hermione Granger saved you!"

"How do you know this?" she demanded again.

I stared at her. "I know because…my father was a Death Eater."

I said this with such calmness that it even stunned me.

"Get out," she whispered. "Get out of this office and never come back."

I stood shakily and left the office quickly, racing down the corridors to the lifts. I was too busy trying to get out that I didn't see the boy walking in the direction I was running from until I ran right into him.

I bounced off of him and tumbled to the ground.

"Oh, Merlin, I'm so sorry!" I cried when I see he had been carrying stuff.

I scrambled on my hands and knees, picking up fallen books, and when I looked up, I saw that he was just staring at me with a bemused expression on his face.

He had jet black, untidy hair, an oval face, and vivid green eyes. He was tall and lanky and I could tell he was around my age.

I met his gaze and felt an odd jolt in my gut.

Standing up, I handed him back his books and said, "Er, sorry about that."

He took them wordlessly and stared at me for a moment before he said, "What the hell's wrong with you?"

What?

"Excuse me?" I asked coldly. "I was being polite. I didn't have to pick up your books that I made you drop."

"Ava, you have never so much as glanced twice at me in the halls at school, and yet here you are, apologizing to me like you haven't the faintest idea as to who I am," he said.

"Well, I'm so sorry," I said snarkily. "I'll just be on my way."

"Fine," he snapped.

I had walked two steps when a girl stepped out of the lift I was heading for, calling out for the boy I had just ran into.

"Albus, wait!"

I turned and saw the boy turn around, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Oh, hurry up, Lily," he said. "We haven't got much longer before her break's up and I wanted to give her these books."

"Well, you can at least wait until I get off the lift," the girl, Lily, said angrily, catching up to him. She saw me looking at them and said coldly, "Take a picture, Travers, they last longer."

"Come on, Lils, let's go see Hermione before she gets back to work," Albus said, pulling the girl with him.

She shot me one last glance before she followed him up the hall and around the corner, disappearing from sight.

So that was Albus Potter, I thought as I pushed the lift button. Somehow, given the way Anthony and Gwen would describe him, I imagined him to look absolutely terrible, but he was quite the opposite. He thought I was still the Ava Travers who must have been absolutely terrible to people and he had no idea that that Ava was gone. He was a Gryffindor anyways, and one thing Anthony and Gwen had hammered into me was that Gryffindor's and Slytherin's didn't get along. It just wasn't possible.

The lift clattered into view and I stepped on, with a lingering thought that maybe we could make being a Gryffindor and a Slytherin work.

Hope you enjoyed this new chapter! Oh, and by the way, I noticed at the end of chapter 1 that I changed Gwen's last name. -_- That was because I had momentarily forgotten her last name when I wrote that chapter. For the record, her last name is Melling. If I make the mistake again, feel free to point it out. Have a lovely weekend!

-TheTragedyIs-