A/N: No inspiration makes this chapter hard to write! D';

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Belinda laughed happily at yet another of Fred's jokes, when his features suddenly became filled with sadness and regret. "I wish I could've been smarter, Lin. I don't want to be dead. Is anybody else hurt? How's George?" Fred asked desperately, covering his face with his hands. Belinda rested her hand on his shoulder in a way of offering some form of comfort for his pain. She hated this, how hurt and destroyed his family was, but she knew she must return to them soon - return to George. After all, any longer and it might've been 10 minutes, she reasoned with herself. She needed to get back and help out with the war. "I don't know, they were all fine when I left. George was grieving, said it was my fault you're dead but-"

"It's not your fault, Lin. He's angry and mad, for he just lost his twin and that is something a twin never wants to go through. But you have to realise that if it wasn't you, it would've been someone else." Fred smiled at her, looking happy at the news that everyone was fine- for now. Belinda nodded her head, she had already known this but it was nice to be reassured.

"Thank you, Freddie. I love you, and i'll miss you, but I have to get back to the war now." Belinda wrapped her arms around Fred in a tight hug. He looked sad that she must go, but he nodded anyway, and when Belinda stood up and focused her body on waking up, she felt content. Her body began to fade away, and the last thing Fred said was, "The war is over, Lin."

~o~o

Belinda's first thought in her mind when she awoke from a very, very deep slumber was 'What did that mean?'. Her conversation with Fred had been interesting, and it all had just been good times until he said that. Did that mean she had under-estimated the time? Perhaps she had sat there with him for an hour, she did that a lot. Talking the day away. She decided that must've been what he meant, and focused on controlling her limbs. She practiced moving her fingers, surprised at how stiff they were. She twiddled her toes, and lifted her arms up, before letting them fall back down. Everything felt stiff and sore, like they hadn't been used for months - years even, but that was impossible, Belinda told herself.

The light stung her eyes as she forced them open, and she kept them open. Everything was so white, and it took a while to get her eyes to adjust, but once they did she knew her surroundings. She was at St. Mungo's, and she could see a nurse sleeping at the end of her bed. Excitement coursed through her veins as she realised she was awake, and she could go back to her home, visit her family, see all of her friends! They were probably worried sick about her, and she couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces.

She coughed loudly, yet the healer did not stir, but shifted in her sleep and continued to snore softly. Annoyed, Belinda rested her elbows back against the mattress and pushed herself out, letting out a noise of pain as she did so. Her back cracked loudly, yet nobody seemed to notice. "Excuse me," Belinda murmured softly to the healer. "Hello?" She continued, her voice at a normal level now. Still, the nurse remained asleep, and so Belinda pushed herself right up and let out another pained noise. She didn't want to awaken the healer by yelling, so she shifted her body lower down the bed until she was closer to the healer's face. "I'm awake now!" She exclaimed, her tone slightly louder than normal.

Her frustration was beginning to build, and her eyes searched the room for some way to get the healer to awaken from her slumber. With a sigh, Belinda resorted to desperate measures, for she wanted to know how long she'd been out - and when she could leave the hospital. "EXCUSE ME!" She shouted, and the healer jumped a metre, fell of the chair and scrambled back up with her mouth in an 'o' position. Belinda pushed herself back to her pillows and laid down, a happy smile sprawled lazily across her features now that she was back in a comfortable position. "You're awake?" The healer looked absolutely bewildered, confusing Belinda like Fred previously had as she nodded.

"Of course im awake, my eyes are open, im talking and moving aren't I?" Belinda snapped. She just wanted some water, her friends and family, to know when she could leave and how long she'd been knocked out. "So, how long was I out for? A day? Two?" Belinda decided to stretch it out to a day so she could be delighted when she was told an hour or so. The healer ignored her as she checked all of Belinda's various pulses, her heartbeat and all of that other stuff. It was annoying, and completely un-necessary to Belinda. "Hello?" Belinda waved her hand in the healer's face, who swatted it away and began calling out random names. A healer came bustling in, followed by a couple of others and Belinda looked at them all as they started at the sight of her awake.

"She's awake? Hallelujah!" One of them shouted. The one that shouted and blondie began helping the healer who had been at the end of Belinda's bed, whilst the tall, brunette one came over and conjured a chair by her bed, taking a seat on it. "I'm Healer Henry, but you can just call me Henry," he introduced himself. "Can you tell me what your name is? What school you went to?" He waved his wand and a form followed by a quill zoomed into the room. He looked at her expectantly, and she raised an eyebrow incredulously. Why on EARTH was he asking that, Belinda wondered. "I'm Belinda, and I went to Hogwart's..." she trailed off, looking confused. "Look, im not sure what this is all for, I just want to know when I can get out of here, and how long i've been under?" Fear had leaked into Belinda's tone. Maybe she'd been under for a week, perhaps even a month? The thought frightened her, for that would mean she had completely missed the war and she had no idea who won.

Each of the healer's froze in their acts and exchanged a look as healer Henry opened his mouth and closed it, contemplating how to tell her. "A week? Two weeks? Merlin's pants don't tell me it was a month?" Belinda exclaimed, horrified. Healer Henry sighed and took her hand in his own, giving it a light squeeze as he rubbed soothing circles onto the back of her hand. With a grave expression, he seemed to find the words to say. "3 years."

Belinda screamed, and not a squeaky scream, but a horrified yell, mixed with a "Merlin!" She had missed 3 years of her life, 3 years that she would never get back. 3 years that could've been spent developing her romance with George, marrying George, giving birth to George's children, creating her career, becoming a world-renowned healer or auror, finding new friends! All of that was gone, and now she felt lost. Her eyes watered and she sobbed, pushing the blankets off of her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and attempted to flee, but the healer's stopped her and forced her down. Henry looked around panicked as to what to do, but the blonde girl ushered the three boys and she sat down next to Belinda on the bed, consoling the weeping girl.

~o~o

Night fell on St. Mungo's hospital, and as it did the healer's readied their patients for bed. A little girl who had lost her memory came dashing into the ward that she shared with Belinda, a huge smile on her face as she saw the 'pretty sleeping girl' actually awake. The lady who had consoled Belinda's name was actually Juliette, and she was an absolute angel. Juliette told Belinda stories once her sobs had subsided, and comforted her that she was still young. She told tales of people who lost 25 years of their lives, and yet ended up as some of the happiest people in the world. It made Belinda feel a lot better, and soon she was asking questions about Juliette's life. Juliette had returned with a glass of water for Belinda, and Belinda drank it with a smile. "Thanks." She said to Juliette, which was when the little girl ran in.

"Oooh! Ninny, Ninny she's awake!" The girl cried, her red, curly hair in two rather messy pigtails. She wore a tiny red skirt, with strawberry leggings and a shirt that had a cupcake on it. In her hand was a fake wand, and she was bounding over to Belinda with the most adorable smile Belinda had ever seen. "Hello! I'm Layla! At least that's what my healer, Ninny calls me. She's really nice, but she doesn't like it when I spill my juice, or I call her Niana, which is her real name, didn't cha know? I always call you the pretty sleeping lady, but Ninny says ya name is Belinda! Can I call you Bel?" The words seemed to tumble out of Layla's mouth as she rocked back and forth on her heels, beaming.

Belinda looked up at Juliette in alarm, who smiled in reassurance, and slowly Belinda patted the girl on the head. "That's very nice of you to think im pretty, Layla. My name is Belinda, as you said, and yes you may call me Bel. I'm sure that Ninny is a wonderful lady, and it must be annoying to clean up after you spill your juice. How old are you Layla?" Belinda asked warily. She'd never met such an excitable kid, and was still dealing with the fact that she was now 22, not 19. The more she thought about it, 22 wasn't that bad, it was just a shock to have lost 3 years of her life after all. As Layla began rambling about her favourite foods, drinks and colours after saying she was 8, another healer with frizzy, violet coloured hair walked in and she sent an apologetic look to Belinda before kneeling down next to Layla.

"Layla, hunny, it's time for bed. Do you want to go brush your teeth and get in your pyjamas like a good girl?" A lady that Belinda presumed was Ninny said to the excitable red head, who nodded eagerly and dashed off to a side room, singing as she went. Shaking her head, the healer stood up and shook Belinda's hand. "Im Ninny." She offered, and Belinda returned her own name. "I'm sorry about her. She's still recovering her memory, and she gets excited about it. We're having trouble with her, because normally lost memories are stored somewhere in the brain that you can't find without the use of triggering objects or magic, but the cages around very valuable and important information repel magic, so we have to use objects to trigger the memories. It's a long process, so she uses happiness to get through it." Ninny explained, and Belinda felt sad for the little girl. She seemed like such a sweetheart, it was heartbreaking to know that she had lost her memory.

Memories were so precious, so beautiful, for sometimes it was all you could have left of a dearly beloved family member, or a friend. "How did she loose her memory?" Belinda asked. Ninny sighed, a hand running through her un-tamed curls as she leant against Belinda's bed. Juliette also sighed, and when Belinda looked to her, her eyes were full of sadness. "Her father did it. He went mad and performed a very complicated spell that sent her across the room. It nearly killed her, and we were so busy trying to save her that we didn't have time to stop her memories from slipping into cages in her mind," Juliette explained, and Belinda saw a tear fall down Ninny's cheek.

"How sad!" Belinda murmured, looking between the two. For the next few hours, Belinda was left in peace, save for the lightly dozing Layla in the bed across from her. Belinda's thoughts span in her head, and she decided she was going to break out. It would be quite simple really, the window behind her was un-locked. Belinda's plan had started forming before Juliette left her, and she had carefully distracted Juliette so that she would not lock the window as Belinda had expected she would, so that Belinda could not escape. A devious smile arose on her face, and she turned towards the window. Gathering her wand, and embarrassed slightly by her hospital gown, Belinda pushed open the window and looked out. The drop was a few stories, and Belinda sighed as she chanelled her energy and focused, her wand pointed at the sky. "Accio Nimbus 2000!" She breathed, before pulling up a chair and waiting.

It took around about half an hour, but finally her broomstick came zooming in through the window and into her out-stretched hand. Belinda grinned, and climbing onto the broom she un-steadily took off out of the window. She edged the broom along, but realising that St. Mungo's would have wards around it, she practiced circling outside her window. She did loop-di-loops, zig-zags, twirls and practiced nose-dives before she had managed to get the hang of her broom again. She still wobbled a bit, but it didn't bother her that much.

Taking in a deep breath, Belinda flicked her wand around and faced directly ahead of her. She leant down closer to her broom and hugged it tightly as she egged it to go faster, until it was zooming along. She knew she'd passed that wards when she'd left the immediate area of St. Mungo's, because she distantly heard an alarm going off, but she ignored it as she pushed her broom into full speed, feeling freezing cold at the icy wind, but she couldn't stop just yet to perform a warming charm. "Damn!" She shouted to herself and she flew across muggle London, sticking to the dark clouds so that she would not be seen by the muggle's below. "I should've thought of that earlier!" She continued, wishing that she had indeed cast a warming charm BEFORE she'd left. Ah well, she told herself.

Her hospital gown whipped out behind her, along with her hair as she finally slowed down enough to wave her wand over herself. Instantly, warmth covered her and she did a few loop-di-loops with a whoop of joy. She didn't worry about muggle's, for she was crossing the countryside now. Happiness enveloped her, and she felt free again. Her happiness was tinted with the sadness, as she still had not come to terms that 3 years of her life were gone, but she continued on with the thought of George.

Finally, Belinda dipped her broomstick down and spiralled for the ground, pulling out of her nose dive so that she did not crash and landing with her feet firmly planted on the pavement. "Still got it," she mumbled, followed by a short laugh as she landed outside her parents house. Dismounting her broom, she opened the little fence and wandered up the path, grabbing the spare key out of a broken gnome's hat and jamming it into the lock. The door swung open, and Belinda smiled. "Mum, dad, im home!" She yelled to the house, her voice echoing throughout the night.

A/N: Sorry about that, don't know what happened there, that took me a lot longer to write than I thought it would, but alas le chapter has arrived!

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