It has been six days since Athene Crowley was found and brought to the hospital. Six days of healers prodding, scanning and making her drink disgusting medicine to help sped up her recovery.

Surprisingly, despite the events which took part less than a week ago, Athene was strangely calm. She did not break down crying, wishing to be home, in her bed. She did not agonise over the loss of her friends and family, for it seemed highly unlikely that she will ever see them again. All things considering, one could say, at least on the surface, that Athene was in shock.

Which wasn't too far off the truth. Athene was in shock. Shock at the bizarre and impossible situation she found herself in. 'Am I dead?' she often wondered, seemingly one of the few logical explanations. That and dreaming. For what else was one expected to think if they found themselves in Athene's situation?

There was, of course, the option that what was happening around her was real. That was she was experiencing was real. Real, real, real. Not a figment of her imagination.

And that filled her with dread.

Dread, because that alternative was terrifying, dread, because she didn't know what was going to happen to her, dread, because of the knowledge she carried, and finally, dread at the thought of this all being a dream. Yet very time she closed her eyes and opened them again, it was to the same airy room, with white curtains and bizarre objects.

It didn't look like a hospital room per se. At least not one Athene was used to. There were no monitors, no background static noise, no beep, beep, beep, of the various apparatuses scattered about a hospital.

Her main hints, which pointed that this was at least the place she was treated in, was her lack of a blinding headache and the gown she was wearing.

Whenever Athene recalls this experience she comments to herself that she should have been far more shocked of what she learned. Or at least not be so accommodating. Her mother would have certainly freaked out in her place.

Instead, when the nurse, at least Athene assumed that the woman was one, came to check up on her, she felt strangely calm at what she saw.

The woman couldn't be older than forty, dressed in dark clothing with a lime green robe on over them. She didn't even blink at Athene, almost as if expecting to find her awake.

"Good you are awake. Do you know where you are?" she asked without missing a heart beat, looking expectantly at Athene. Who, for her part, was busy staring at the floating parchment and quill to the right of the woman. The feathered writing device was busy scribbling things away, while Athene's jumbled mind was attempting to process the information her eyes were sending her brain.

She didn't even register when the healer sighed in exasperation, pulling out a stick, conjuring a glass and filling it with water, till it was placed in her hands. Surprisingly gently.

The cold of the glass was enough to zap some awareness back into the brown haired girl. Drinking a bit of the offered water she thanked the woman. Asking, purely on a whim about the location she found herself.

"Am I at St Mungo's?" it was a joke, a way to lighten the mood and hopefully have the woman tell her it was a joke they pulled on all comatose patients that woke up.

'Oh see these strings here?' Athene imagined her saying by way of explaining the floating objects. Never mind the water and glass, the girl was willing to believe she imagined that.

But that wasn't the case.

Instead the mediwitch raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow at Athene, a bit of surprise showing on her face before saying:

"Ah, so you're a witch. Well, that certainly makes things simpler. The staff kept theorising that a muggle was attacked and ended up here. See we couldn't find out anything about you deary, and thus couldn't confirm or deny that thought. Even the ministry was abuzz at the news, you know, they though the Statute of Secrecy was broken. Tsk, vampires, can't trust the lot. Although I'm surprise that any are brazen enough to commit such a crime. You were lucky to be found when you were, any later and there might have been little we could have done." the woman kept talking, words tumbling out of her mouth rapidly, barely giving Athene time to register anything she was saying.

However she did understand that the woman didn't deny her claim.

"…and so you see, since the ministry couldn't find any records of any missing families with a child matching your description we though you might e some unfortunate muggle! But what in Merlin's bright pants, were you doing in the forest by yourself? Do you remember anything? Were your parents with you?"

'Muggle. Ministry. Magic. Stick—Wand. Oh. Ooooh…what?' Athene's brain short-circuited.

Thus ending her first day at St Mungo's. She didn't wake up till late at night, when the curtain around her bed were once again pulled shut and the place was bathed in silence.

—.—.—.—

The next morning she was once again woken up by the woman from the previous day. Only this time she kept mostly silent, only asking Athene rudimentary questions. Most of which she tried to answer honestly. The only ones she lied on were the personal ones about her identity, feigning amnesia.

Athene deliberated for hours the previous night about what was happening. Deciding that if this is a dream or she is dead that her actions would be of little consequence. However, a tiny nagging voice at the back of her mind asked: 'what if?' forcing Athene to at least consider, the possibility that she was in St Mungo's. The real St Mungo's.

In which case she didn't know what to tell them. Athene didn't need them to think she's crazy, but then again, they certainly had mind healers who could easily use legilimency to confirm or deny her story.

Which lead to the following problem: if the freaking potterverse existed, then she couldn't let them go through her mind. Till she remembered that it was two thousand fifteen and if the events of the books held any merit, then her information would be old news.

Or so she thought.

Before the mediwitch left, Athene, politely asked for a copy of the newspaper if possible. Once the newspaper was in her hands and she thanked the woman, Athene did her best to ignore the all the moving images and haphazardly placed articles, scanning for the date: 7th of December 1970.

It was inaccurate to say that Athene wasn't shocked by all the events which happened in rapid succession after she woke up for the first time. Because everything she discovered was certainly worthy of at least shock, if not hysteria.

The top, fainting worthy piece of news being her own body of course. While the healers did an excellent job healing the wounds cased by her vampiric encounter, finally realising that you hands felt a tad too small, and all your other proportions were off…was genuinely worth at least screaming about.

In stead Athene became somewhat numbed from everything that happened, allowing herself only a minor mental break down before proceeding forward. There was certainly no time to waste. Therefore Athene was willing to file all this information under the: what the fuck file in her mind to review and deal with at a later date.

—.—.—.—

Healer Darrell was her main mediwizard. He was the one who dealt with her injuries when she was brought here and the one overseeing her treatment at the moment. He asked her a few questions, gave her another blood-replenishing potion and told her to rest.

He came every single day to check up on her. By the fourth day he would have happily released her, had it not been for…complications.

Healer Corrbat was a mind healer who came to check up on her, just as she dreaded, after her faked amnesia. Now by all accounts he should have been able to go through her mind like a knife through melted butter. Only things weren't that simple.

A mind block is what they called it. Defiantly having magical origins, one, that for the life of him, healer Corrbat couldn't break. "Not without further damage to your mind. We don't know why it was put there, and the only purpose I can assume it has, relates to your memory loss…I'm afraid there is nothing I can do for now."

On the same day, a ministry official came by to speak with her. They didn't learn much as she 'apparently' had amnesia and couldn't do much by way of helping her either. He did take down her name, courtesy of the now too big bracelet she was wearing.

"Crowley….Crowley, hmm, no magical family goes by that name as far as I know, though I would have to double check the registers to be sure…How odd, I would have sworn you are a muggle, but you seem aware of magic and based of what the healers said—oh, don't worry dear. Your case id most unusual but we will figure something out. You just rest and recover from this ordeal," was what he said, before the blond man scurried away. Mumbling to himself along the way.

By the sixth day Athene was more or less staying in St Mungo's out of the healer's good will, despite the fact that normally they would have her vacate the room to allow a new patient to come. The aurors which were in charge of the investigation and the record keepers at the ministry could find no clues about her family or attacker and were reducing their efforts for the cause.

Preparations to move her into a temporary orphanage were being made till they could figure something else. That was when another blind piece of luck struck Athene. The man which found her, and consequently brought her to St Mungo's, Hildread Worple, offered to foster her after discussing this with his wife.

Therefore, by lunch on the sixth day Athene was hand led to the Worple residence, having her first ever experience travelling via a fireplace. Odd feeling that. And was leaning more and more into believing that this was a dream. After all, a prank so elaborate just couldn't be done.

What Athene didn't know at the time; didn't know for a long while, was that for every bit of luck a person receives in life, they have to pay in an equal amount misfortune.

Ahh, if only she knew what was in store for her then…would she still have chosen to stay?

A/N:Let me say this before someone call bullshit. I know how convenient a 'mental block,' and sudden, 'shrinking' are. However, I actually spent time pondering those facts before writing this story and, there is a reason for both. That hopefully, you won't find too far fetched for the potter world. But, they will only be revealed as the story progresses, and, not quite for a while.

You will see hints regarding the 'mental block' throughout the story.

It is just the explanation for her younger appearance that I am having trouble figuring out how to fit in the story and articulate.