Bonjour

yes, i do not speak french... But, i got you there for a moment, yes? -_- Never mind.

So, i finished this chapter after a horrid tennis practice and a 2 km run ( NOT JOG! RUN), which i managed to scrape my knee. so literally my blood ( MY KNEE INJURY which is fatal... okay not at all, sweat and tears went into this chapter. YOUR WELCOME ;D.

This chapter doesnt have much Albus ( cough, any, cough) Albus in, but the next chapter is on it's way and there will be some Albus and Aurora time, mark my words! YUPPEE!

Okay, enjoy ( dont know how you say that in french)

Chapter 5

"NO way." I crossed my arms and looked head on. Nah-ah! Call it stubborn or whatever you want, but it is still a no.

"It's the only way to see what's wrong." Mrs. Potter said patiently, I don't know how though. We have been having this argument for about two hours. Not that I was counting or anything, because I wasn't, at all.

"I can't walk that's what's wrong with me." I replied, my voice monotone. Honestly, can't they see? I can't walk and that is it, everything else was just frikken dandy.

"You just have to let me take some blood for tests." She assured me again, "That's all, I promise."

I looked at her. My mind debating from either sides of this argument. Nope, it would not work anyway. Not at all. She would get as much out of a rock as she would out of me and that was final. There was no way I was going to let people take my blood without a fight, ask the vampires, they will tell you.

I stared at her head on, "You won't find anything using my blood. I can tell you that now."

She shook her head, "You don't know, we might."

Again, my face is blank, "No, trust me. You won't."

I shook my head. I think I have to work on my replies, I have said that same line about four times . Not that I am counting or anything.

She let out a sigh of expiration and I can't blame her, this was a rather pointless argument. "And why won't I?"

She asked me, eyebrows knit together, challenging me.

I could have told her, I could have told her everything. Why I there. Why my family. What was so special about my blood that the vampires came after me. Why my family went on the run. Nevertheless, I couldn't.

The reason why?

I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember my life before the vampires attacked us. Not the night when they came after us. Not my mama or my brothers. Not even their names or what they looked like. But I knew the reasons why I couldn't and I wasn't ready for anyone to find out yet.

So instead, I looked at her and shock my head stubbornly. If you wanted me to blab out my whole life story, you could go get a book to read. I wasn't telling anyone more than they need to know.

She came and put her arm around me, all mother-y and stuff. Was this how it felt to have a mother? I tried to remember what it was like before I lived each day in fear, but the memory wasn't there. I thought of mama and no face came to mind. Not even for my brothers. I remember I loved them and that they loved me, but what were their names? What was our surname? Am I the reason they are dead? I probably was. Many people died for me, I don't know why. It wasn't like I was super special or something, I was more like a curse for all those who came across me and that was rather depressing.

I fought back the tears as they tried to escape.

What does crying help?

Does it take away the pain or bring back your family? Did it keep away the vampires?

The answer was no.

No, it doesn't take away the pain, bring back my family or keep the vampires away. It did nothing. It didn't make THEM hesitate to hurt me, it didn't comfort me all those nights locked away in a dark cell with only the nightmares to escape to. It didn't help me when I was being tortured or bitten. It didn't help in the slightest, instead it made me seem weak and weakness isn't an option for me. And yet here I was without the use of my legs, weak and vulnerable. How about you try hit me now?

My body started trembling, maybe out of nerves. This seemed to have caught Mrs. Potter's eye and she hugged me tighter and I don't know how, but a hollow feeling started to arise in my stomach and that puzzled me . I didn't know what to do so I just sat, waiting for the unknown feeling to label itself into an emotion and when it did, I realized the source. I felt so awful talking to her like that. Yes, the great Aurora is feeling guilty. What has this world come too? Run! Hide! Nah, I am just joking. Believe it or not, but I am capable of feeling some sort of emotion… It doesn't happen a lot so remember this day. Anyway, she was just trying to help and here I was acting like a brat, not that I was Ms. Charming before.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to her softly. These people probably think that I am the greatest diva to ever walk the planet- Oops, not walk. Well, that makes things awkward for myself.

She drew away and nodded, "If you don't feel comfortable with us taking your blood that is fine. You have a perfect reason for us not to come near it." Yeah, I do! " We will just have to try something else."

I smiled at her softly, "Thank you."

What? It is actually a very sweet gesture. You see this is what compromise is all about, take note.

She smiled back lightly and clapped her hands, "Now I need to ask you some questions. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."She added seeing me get uncomfortable. Remember what I said about me not blabbing about my whole life story? Yup, let's see how well this goes.

"Just answer what you can." I nodded at that.

That was easy enough. I could answer what I like, I could deal with that. Thank goodness there was none of that " Tell us what we want to know or else we will take away your food". Umm, Hello! You hardly gave me food anyway. Bloody idiots ( excuse the pun). You see, it doesn't scare you it just really annoys you and an annoyed Aurora is something you do not want to see.

"Alright, let's get started." I nodded, getting a tad cautious, for obvious reasons.

"Your name and surname?" She asked, flipping her red hair out of her face. I stared at the little action that caught my attention. After two hours of a pointless- yet, heated- conversation, the smallest things would catch your attention. Just saying. Besides, Mrs. Potter had pretty hair.

I felt my face drop, she just had to ask that of all questions. You see, it is usually wise to never ask a person who is suffering from memory loss what is her name, it is slightly insulting. Then again, I can't blame her, it's not like I told her, yet.

"Aurora." I said to her, it was the only thing I remembered and that was because I held onto that piece of information with all my might.

She waited, but releasing I wasn't going to say anything else, asked, "And your surname?"

I scrunched up my face, trying to remember, but to no avail. At least I tried, give me that much! "I don't remember."

She looked at me sadly, "Are you sure?"

No, I am lying, can't you tell? I nodded, "Yes, I am sure."

She did me a favor and changed subjects, " How old are you?"

Jeez, I get out of a damn cell after who knows how long and they ask me how old I am. I can promise you that I might not exactly know.

I asked her a question back, "What's the date?"

She looked at me surprised, I kept my face void of all emotion, "20th of July 2021."

My mouth dropped open, damn I am old. Has so much time really passed? I knew my body was changing, but I didn't know that I had been stuck in there for so long. All the days just passed into one, never really changing and it's not like I had anything to tell the time with, even the sun seemed to have turned it back on me.

I could feel her eyes on me and I remembered her question, "I am 15."

The words felt foreign on my tongue, unusual, strange.

"You didn't even know the date?" She asked me, her tone was odd; I couldn't really put my finger on it. Pity? Curiosity?

I shook my head and laughed bitterly, "Nope. I haven't known it for a long time."

She said nothing for a while , deep in thought. She cleared her throat uncomfortably and decided to carry on, "And when were you born?"

I was surprised when I had remembered and it made me smile, maybe I was going to remember after all. In your face Vampies!

She saw me smile and took that as a good sign, "12th July 2005."

Now it was her turn to be surprised and she grinned, "That was the day you got here."

I looked at her, trying to see if she was joking, teasing but her expression never changed.

I laughed, "I guess that was a birthday present to myself."

She laughed along, "And a very nice one to us too."

Well, that was unexpected. I thought I might of been a burden, especially being my ever- so- sarcastic self, definitely not a gift. I felt sort of privileged and decided to be a little- well, less sarcastic. Thank goodness, she saved me the trouble of having to reply as she asked m the new question.

"Where were you born?"

It was such a simple question, nice and short. Something so easy that I should know it off my head and yet I didn't know the answer. It was annoying, frustrating and downright scary.

" I can't remember." I put my head into my hands, getting tired of my own lack of knowledge in my own personal matters. Mrs. Potter was quiet for a moment and I knew she could see that I was getting sad with all the unanswered questions.

"You remembered your date of birth which has got to show at least some form of improvement."She reassured me, " And besides I think it is only temporary."

I beamed. What I am trying to be kinder, remember?

"Really?"

She laughed, "There was nothing seriously wrong with your head when I fixed you."

I smiled and even laughed a little. I guess the vampires 'Dangerous weapon' is out of business. Now that plan was a fail.

Mrs. Potter got up, "I better just go check on the children. They have been a little too quiet. Eat." She ordered and I couldn't help but look at the pile of food next to me, waiting to be devoured. She left the room.

I placed the tray on my lap looking out of the great window. I didn't know where I was and I didn't care. I stared out the window , admiring the view.

Green forest areas around the house with a cleared out field in front of it, the mid-afternoon sun streaming through the open spaces, causing shapes to appear on the ground. How I longed to just touch grass, run on it. Sit in the sun and feel the heat on my skin. To play and not be scared of anything.

And so I sat there on the bed for who knows how long, dreaming and fantasying of running around outside, eating through the tray of food that was enough to feed three people. Pancakes, muffins, fish, steak, chicken, vegetables, pasta and so much more. I know I should of felt a little guilty for eating this much, but it was just so damn good, one bite and you are hooked.

The sun was starting to set when I was interrupted from my daydreams with a knock on the door,

"Come in." I said awkwardly, never really having to give my consent for people to walk in.

Lily and Ms. Potter walked in with a chair on wheels mechanical thing, I eyed that cautiously. I eye everything with caution.

"It's a wheelchair." Lily informed me, seeing me eye that thing again, she added, "It helps us move you easier without carrying you."

"And where are you guys going to move me?" I asked them a little fearfully. That wheelchair thing did not look child friendly, just saying.

"Bathroom, you need to get clean at one stage." Mrs. Potter replied, moving towards me.

I nodded, that made sense. It took a little time to put be in the 'wheelchair' which apparently didn't kill me as soon as I sat down, much to my relief. They steered me out of a door on the other side of the room and into a smart bathroom. It too like the room I slept in, it had the same blue and white color scheme. I smiled, it was nice.

So, for what felt like hours, they cleaned me up. Washed my hair with a citrus smelling shampoo and conditioner, cleaned my nails, scrubbed my skin and feet. Put on a green, paste like mask. I was a little self-conscious about my body and didn't feel comfortable being washed, scrub and prodded. I knew I was extremely skinny to the point that it wasn't healthy and had numerous scars on my body. Mrs. Potter assured me that she had a ointment for it which she will put on. My hair was tangled and I had to hold on tightly to the bathtub as they combed it out, biting my tongue in order to not scream. IT WAS TORTURE I TELL YOU!

Once all that was done, and after much hassle, they were able to put on a new pair of sweat pants and an old shirt. Mrs. Potter assured me that she was going to get me new clothes and refused to listen to my arguments and refusals until I was left thanking her. Which I am not sure how that happened, one moment I was as stubborn as a mule and the next I was accepting, grateful and mushy. I SWEAR IT IS THE SHAMPOO!

After managing to get me dressed and Lily finished brushing my now dried hair. Mrs. Potter looked at me and beamed, "Much better."

I shrugged; I couldn't see how I looked so how would I know. Not that I was one of those girls who enjoyed looking in the mirror each hour of the day. Yeah, haven't seen how I looked in a while so it doesn't really matter.

Mrs. Potter took out her want and said calmly, "Accio mirror."

I stared at her in awe as a medium sized mirror came sweeping through the door that leads into the bathroom, she waved her wand and it stopped, now floating in mid air. She turned, facing me and saw my face.

"It's basic magic." She shrugged. Oh, right I forgot, everyone can do that. It is basic magic, that's all… Was she kidding me! That was the coolest thing I have seen all day .

"I wish I could do that." I said absent mindedly, not really noticing her smile suspiciously.

Lily didn't seem to care much about our exchange and seemed to be getting a little impatient,

" Do you want to see how you look?" She asked me a little more excited than was necessary. I was a little nervous truth be told; I haven't properly seen what I looked like in years. I know I certainly didn't look the same as I used to. I probably look like some awkward skinny person with hair that looked like a mop. No , I am lying, I didn't know what to expect at all.

"Sure, I probably look like a mess, which I don't mind." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

The laughed, "As if."

And with that Mrs. Potter flipped around the mirror with a wave of her wand.

I could only gasp.

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