Chapter 3 Lost
A/N: Thanks to those who added this story to their Story Alerts and Favorite Stories list. I'm glad you like this fic. Interesting trivia: I conceived the plot while listening to the song "Don't Forget" by Demi Lovato. I tried thinking of other titles, deeper, more meaningful but it just didn't click so I stuck with "Don't Forget".
Everyone grew quiet.
"It's me, Gin. It's Harry," he said.
She opened her eyes once again, trying to gain recognition. Nothing. "I'm sorry," she said, turning to her father.
"Sweetheart, it's Harry Potter. You don't remember Harry?"
She shook her head once again.
"Oh, dear. Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Everyone, would you please go outside for a while. You, too, son, if you please," he urged Harry. "I'm calling her healer." Mr. Weasley stepped out of the room, leaving his wife with an anxious Ginny.
Thirty minutes later, Healer Herbert Hale emerged out of the recovery room, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They went to the waiting room, where the rest of the family were staying, to discuss Ginny's condition. Harry was first to stand up and ask "Is she all right?" followed by the twins "What's wrong with her?" , Ron's "She's going to be fine, isn't she?", Hermione's "Of course she is, right?" and Bill's, Percy's and Charlie's "Shut up!" and "Listen!".
The Healer cleared his throat and caught everyone's attention. "Miss Weasley is fine. Her bruises are healing well and her bones perfectly regrown. However, recent tests show that she suffers from Mental Block."
"I shouldn't think it was appropriate to be making jokes right now, Healer Hale," Harry said heatedly.
"I assure you I am not, Mr Potter," he replied calmly.
"But that's not a real illness!" he said, thinking about how people only say that when they can't remember something or how writers say they've got writer's block when they can't concentrate on writing.
"It is, in fact, a real illness. She seems to suffer only to a mild degree. To be specific, she has forgotten you and any memory concerning you," he explained. She will probably have memories where you figured in but you won't be in it. I'm so sorry."
"But you can fix it, right?" he said, looking from the Healer to all the Weasleys who seemed to be looking interestedly on the floor pattern. Only Healer Hale returned his questioning gaze.
"Alas, there have been experimental charms and potions tested to recover blocked memory but most, if not successful, were even destructive to the patient's mind. You should understand that the brain, especially the magical one, is a very complex and sensitive organ. If possible, we healers try not to wave our wand over it. Miss Weasley was very lucky to have lost only a small memory. I'm positive she'll make a full recovery soon."
"How soon is soon?" Harry inquired
"Well, usually, patients recover roughly within a day to 6 years."
"I don't know if you keep up with The Prophet Herb but my daughter and Harry here are getting married in three weeks time," Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "Soon should really be pretty soon."
"I'm so sorry to hear that. As I've said, Ms. Weasley is in healthy condition. I'm positive she will recover."
"But..." Mr. Weasley was about to argue when Harry cut him off.
"That's fine, Mum, Dad. The important thing is she's okay, apart from forgetting me. The wedding can be postponed until she regains her memory. I love Ginny and I'll wait for her."
"That's well and good but what if she doesn't remember?" Bill asked.
"Well, I did make her fall in love with me once. I'm sure I can do it again." Harry said, making light of things.
"That's really sweet of you, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.
"So what should we tell her about Harry? I'm sure she's gonna ask." Hermione asked Healer Herb.
"That's a bit tricky. You can't tell her specific details because it can create false memories. The person should remember things on her own or there can be holes in their minds. So maybe you should just tell her Harry is her friend?"
"That's not going to work. I'll slip up. I know too much about her." Harry objected.
"Best friend? That's the best I can think of that won't create hints. Just be careful about what you say to her. If possible, have her stay somewhere familiar and just go about as you would everyday." Healer Herb advised.
"That's good since she was supposed to stay at the Burrow anyway to help with the wedding arrangements. Her things have already been sent home this morning." he said calmly, all the while thinking that Ginny wouldn't know anything about their home, Summerville, now that she was mentally blocked. She wouldn't even know how much I love her. The thought distressed him even more.
A/N: Guys, I would love to hear your reviews, good or bad. You can even ask questions and I'll answer them if I can. Thanks! Btw, sorry for the delay. Just had my birthday and my brother and sister's birthdays and we've fallen into celebration mode longer than one's supposed to.