Dudes, dudettes, people of Earth and Saturn, I want to let you know, I SAW HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE TODAY!!!! It was AWESOME! One of the best movies so far. And, not only did I get a seat at the pre-screening, but I also got a REALLY great seat, and I answered a really easy Harry Potter question and got a shirt that says Quidditch, A Harry Potter poster, temporary tattoos, and a really cool Harry Potter hat! I'm so happy, I'm giving you another chapter!

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I slept until noon the next day, I was tired and depressed from the previous day's little "episode" . When I awoke, I sat up and tried to shake the thoughts out of my head. It didn't work.

There was a light knock on my door. "Come in," I said groggily.

The door opened, and there was Allyson standing in the doorway. She walked in and without a word sat right on Fred's bed. I winced, and it didn't escape her notice.

"You're very strange," she said, her eyes burning holes in mine.

"You don't know me," I said coldly.

"I don't know anyone," she said, shrugging it off. "I don't even know me. That's why I can tell."

I had never head anyone so sure of themselves make so little sense. And I know Luna Lovegood. "What?" I asked, confused.

She sighed. "I don't know anyone. I don't know me, or you, or Harry, or any of your family. So I'm not biased. I think you're very strange."

"Why?" I asked, as this was still making very little sense to me.

"You casually mention that your late twin would like me, then wince when I sit on his bed. You come downstairs for the first time in days, and you give yourself an anxiety attack when your family hug you. And you haven't kicked me out of you room yet, though you did kick Ginny out. I think it's very strange."

"So, what you're saying," I said slowly, "is that because you have no one to compare me to, I am totally unlike anyone you know?"

She laughed. "You're funny," she said, walking out without another word.

Odd, that girl.

*****

I went to lunch when Mum called, and though I could tell everyone was surprised, they did their best to suppress it.

"So, Allyson," I began casually. "How long will you be staying with us?"

"Only a couple of days I suspect. I'll find some other place to stay," she replied, matching my casual tone, not even looking up from her food.

"Nonsense!" Mum cried. "You'll stay here until you have your memory back!"

"And if my memory has been cursed away?" she asks, her voice suddenly serious, looking Mum in the eyes.

Mum smiled sadly. "Then you'll stay here with us. We would gladly welcome you into our family."

Allyson dropped her serious expression and returned to her food. "Anyway, I expect I shall be able to contact the Ministry of Magic and find out about my life soon enough," she said casually. The word 'bipolar' popped into my head, but I shook it away.

I could tell Mum didn't like the idea of Allyson returning to a life she didn't remember, but she still said nothing of it.

*****

"What are you doing?" I asked Allyson later that day as she sat writing something in the kitchen. Dad had gone into the office, Mum was in the garden, and Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione had all disappeared outside. Percy, Charlie, Bill, and Fleur of course had all left the previous day, after being reassured that I was fine.

"Writing to the ministry," she replied, not looking up.

"Oh. Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Just did. You lose," she said. I felt my face turn red until she looked up at me, smiling. "I'm only joking George!" she cried. Then her face fell. "I'm sorry, I understand that you're upset. I was insensitive earlier." She returned to her letter.

"How do you remember your name?" I asked her, sitting down beside her.

"I remember walking and speaking English, don't I?"

"Do you remember your last name?" I asked.

"If I did, would I really need to write to the ministry? I could just as easily find myself in the phonebook."

"Oh," I said, not sure what a proper response would be to someone telling you they had no idea who they are.

"All done," she said happily. "Now, would you accompany me to the ministry?" she asked, turning to me.

"Me?" I asked. "You could send it by owl."

"Errol is a bit…well, I don't want to kill the poor old thing. And Ron keeps sending letters to random Hogwarts friends with Pig."

"Why do you want me to go?" I asked.

"Do you want to come?" she asked in the same tone.

Huh. That was a good question. Did I want to leave behind my home after only recently losing my twin? No. Did I want to spend more time with this strange, mysterious girl? Absolutely.

I was about to accept her offer when I felt a sudden pang of guilt that I was disrespecting Fred's memory by thinking about a girl only recently after his death.

"I can't," I told her sadly. Her eyes were questioning, but she nodded as if she understood. "Well, I'll have to wait for Ron to be done with Pig then."

"Why?" I asked stupidly.

"Can't apparate," she replied. "Strange, that. I can do a lot of magic. I don't remember any, but whenever any of your family tells me a spell I can do it almost instantly. Can't apparate though."

"You twit," a familiar voice said, and I jumped.

"What?" Allyson asked curiously.

"N-nothing," I stammered, shaking my head.

"Go!" Fred's voice encouraged. "Take her to the ministry!"

My eyes widened. Was I going insane? Probably.

"Um, actually," I said. "I'll take you to the Ministry."