Here is the next chapter and I hope that you all enjoy it! Let me know what you think. All types of love makes me happy, even the mean kind.
Hermione had spent the rest of the afternoon trying to find all the information she could about Lova, unfortunately there wasn't a lot. Lova still hadn't used any magic since the final battle at Hogwarts and Hermione found that very odd. Lova used to always go on and on about how she loved using magic and was going to love using it when she wanted once she turned seventeen.
Deciding that she was going to have no luck at the ministry, Hermione called it a day and started to head home. On her way, she thought she'd pay a visit to muggle London and see if she could find any information on Lova there since Molly had said her two friends were most likely muggles.
As Hermione was walking down a street that had many shops on it, she didn't know how she expected to try to figure out where Lova was. She couldn't just go up to someone and ask if they'd seen this girl. Could she? Pondering this thought, she walked by a little magazine stand but something caught her eye. On the cover of a magazine was Lova, on a stage and it looked like she was singing. Quickly purchasing the magazine, Hermione flipped to the page where the cover story was.
How had she not noticed that Lova was in a very successful muggle band? One that she had apparently been in for two years and had just gotten back from a tour in America, according to the magazine article. She had hidden in plain sight for two years and no one noticed. How did Lova go on being unnoticed like this? Sighing, Hermione knew the answer. Everyone had thought that something magical had happened to Lova, especially since she went missing after the war. No one had even thought to try to look in the muggle world and here she was, the star of the muggle world at the moment.
Reading the rest of the article, Hermione saw that Lova's band was having a return show here in London tomorrow. Shutting the magazine and shoving it into her bag, Hermione knew what she had to do. She was getting into that show, no matter what and nothing was going to stop her from seeing her best friend after all this time.
Lova was sitting in a big room with lots of other kids, trying to figure out what they were going to do. Her body started to throb, reminding her what has happened to Hogwarts since the war started. The Carrows tried to make them practice using the cruciatus curse on first years. She refused and so they disciplined her in the way they thought fitting. Using the curse on her instead. For a few minutes, she was able to fight off the pain, holding her ground against them but the pain quickly became too much for her and she fell to the ground.
Laying back on her little cot, Lova tried to think about better things but it was becoming harder and harder to do so. She hadn't heard anything from Harry in a few days and she was starting to become worried that something might have happened to him. Fighting the tears back, she heard the picture frame open up.
"Hey! Listen up you lot!" Neville said as he stepped to the front of the passageway. "I've brought you a surprise."
"No more of Aberforth's cooking I hope." Seamus said from his spot on the ground. "I'd be surprised if we can digest it."
Neville smirked before stepping aside to show three people. Upon seeing whom it was, everyone immediately starting clapping and shouting. Lova couldn't believe that he was actually here. She was so worried and here he was, right in front of her. Neville soon ushered everyone to back away from him.
"Okay, okay. Let's not kill him before You Know Who has the chance." Neville said as people started to clear away from Harry.
Lova pushed through all the people to come to stand before Harry. Harry's eyes got wide before a big smile took over his whole face.
"Lova." Harry whispered before walking towards her. Lova smiled and threw herself into Harry's arms. "It's so good to see you. To hold you."
"Harry, I've missed you so much." Lova whispered into his shoulder.
"I told you I'd come back for you." Harry whispered as he breathed in her scent. "I came back for you."
Lova heard voices coming from outside her room. She didn't remember how she got here or how long she had been out for but the pain in her head had subsided exponentially and for that she was grateful. She knew that she had to get up, that she had to open her eyes and deal with everything but her bed was so comfortable and it felt like home. Thinking about it, her bed didn't feel as much like home as that place she found did. Yes, this was her bed and she felt safe here but when she entered through that archway, the hole that was in her chest filled just a bit. It was as if she had returned to a place she used to love after being gone for a while and according to the photos she found, that's what happened.
She started to get up and make her way to the door when she heard what Jayce and Leila were talking about more clearly. Hiding next to her door, Lova stuck her ear right up against the small crack in the door to listen.
"Jayce, come on. You didn't have to be that mean to her." Leila sighed. Lova could guess whom Leila was talking about.
"Lei! She was accusing us of doing something to Lova when for over the last two years we've been the ones taking care of her. If she knew Lova like she said she did, why didn't she try to look for her?" Lova could tell Jayce was pacing by the way his voice would get louder and quieter and then louder again. He always paced when he was upset, or nervous, even when he was angry. Now that Lova thought about it, Jayce paced when he felt every emotion but happy.
"Jayce, maybe we would've found out something about her past. Figured out what happened to her the night we found her." Leila pointed out.
Lova couldn't take them arguing anymore and chose to show herself. "Hey."
"Lova, you're awake." Jayce breathed out, stopping his pacing to go over and embrace her. "I was so worried."
Leila looked just as relieved as well. "When you passed out, we were so worried that seeing all that may have been too much for you to handle. We didn't know how long it'd be until you woke up or if we should take you to the doctor or…"
Lova let go of Jayce and went over and hugged Leila. "I'm okay. Stop babbling."
Leila laughed and held onto Lova a little tighter before letting go. "We've tried to help you while you've slept."
"How?" Lova asked looking between Jayce and Leila.
Leila smiled and led Lova over to the bar where all the photos were laid out. "What is this?"
Jayce walked over and stood on the opposite side of the bar. "Well after we pried these out of your hands, we decided that to help we should try to put these photos in order. There are a lot of them but I think we did it."
Lova stared at the photos that were now laid about on the bar. Starting at one end of the bar, she saw that the photos of her when she was younger were there and a lot those she remembered. Smiling at those memories, she made her way down the bar to about the middle where it showed her in that weird-looking school. She was wearing robes with a lion symbol on them in the majority of the photos but this she couldn't remember.
"Here." Lova said, pointing to a picture of her with her mom playing with some weird-looking balls. "This I kind of remember. I remember that day and playing with my mother but I don't remember what game we playing. That's the last thing I remember clearly. After that, it all goes blank. I know that I was in this weird school here but I don't remember details at all."
"You look about ten or eleven in this photo." Leila commented. "That's the age you told the doctor that you couldn't remember anything after."
Jayce frowned while he looked at all the pictures. It was Lova's life, well some of it, that was laid out before them but she couldn't remember it. It was so weird that she could recognize some of the things, but not others. He had never heard of someone having amnesia like this.
"I remember this!" Lova said as she picked up a picture that looked to be taken during the summer. "It was summer break and I came home from school and my mother was so happy to see me and I had grown up so much. My father took this picture."
Lova felt tears come to her eyes, remembering hew parents. She had tried not to think about them so much but seeing pictures of her with them made it all come back. At least the parts she could remember. Setting the photo back down, she looked at the ones where she looked about seventeen. The older she got, the more she saw photos of her with three people who were in the first photo she saw in the alley.
Lova's head started to pound but she tried to focus beyond that. "I think," she started, "I think that these were my best friends."
Leila picked up another photo of Lova with the three people. "That would make sense. They show up in more and more photos after you look about thirteen or fourteen."
"The dark headed one was in love with you and you with him." Jayce said as if it were obvious.
"How do you know?" Lova asked putting her photo down and looking at Jayce.
"It's clear when he looks at you, and you him. See." Jayce had picked up a photo of Lova with the dark-haired boy in what looked like a sort of study.
They were both at a table with books around them but the books seemed to be completely forgotten, at least by the dark-haired boy. Lova was staring down at whatever she was working on; a quill in hand and an intense look on her face. The dark-haired boy however, was staring at Lova with a look that clearly said he was in love with her. Jayce handed Lova the next photo, one that was taken of the two on a couch. The boy was asleep with his head in Lova's lap and Lova had a hand in his hair, playing with it as he slept. She had a book in the other hand but her gaze was not on the pages, it was on the boy in her lap. The look on her face was the same one that the boy had on his face in the previous photo. She looked between the two photos, seeing how much they loved each other, and more tears came to her eyes.
"Why can't I remember him?" Love asked out loud. She knew that Jayce and Leila didn't have an answer but she was just so confused. "I don't remember him at all. I don't remember being in love and yet, there's proof. I don't understand. I look to be almost the same age here as I did when you two found me. If we were in love, why didn't he come looking for me? Why didn't anyone come looking for me?"
"Oh, Lova." Leila whispered as she went over to hug her friend. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."
Jayce watched helplessly as Leila led Lova to her room. Looking at the photos, he could see Lova's life in front of him and he wondered why, even though all the pieces seemed to be here, she didn't remember. After a few moments, Leila came back into the kitchen.
"She's asleep." Leila announced as she looked at the photos strewn about as well.
"Why can't she remember?" Jayce muttered as he went and grabbed a drink from the fridge. Pulling out a bottle of water, he took a big gulp of it before looking to Leila for an answer.
"I don't know. I thought that maybe if we did this she'd remember something. Even just a little would help her." Leila sat down on a stool and put her head in her hands. "I don't get it."
"Me either. I honestly thought that this would work." Jayce leaned against the counter.
"Maybe if she sleeps, it'll help and she'll remember something in the morning." Leila offered trying to think of a sliver of hope they could hold onto.
"Maybe but we have our comeback show tomorrow." Jayce pointed out. "I don't think it'll do us any good if she's too caught up in this and can't perform."
Leila closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. "You're right. We can always try after our show is over. Maybe the break will help her mind remember."
"Let's hope so. Come on. We should get some sleep as well." Jayce started to go to his room, watching as Leila went to hers.
"Don't worry. She'll be okay. She always is." Leila said to Jayce before she closed her door.
"That she will be. She's a fighter." Jayce said to himself before he, too, closed his own door and tried to sleep.