What Do You Know?

Hermione Granger...

That name felt so familiar, yet nothing came back to me. My eyes refocused and I saw that he was staring at me, and I realised I had gone very quiet. I rubbed my arm, unsure of how to react. My name; Hermione. It felt weird to think that I had been called that all my life, and now I don't even recognise it. I shook my head.
"It doesn't bring anything back?"
"I thought maybe —" Ben said softly, a pained look crossing his face. "You have no idea..." He opened his mouth again, as though he was about to speak again. Suddenly there was another doctor — Dr Hossier, from before.
"Evans, we need you," his eyes cut to me as he spoke. "There was another attack and they've all been seriously injured..." cut back, "a lot worse than last time!" There was a pause, and Hossiers' words hung in the air as Ben seemed to consider his option.
"I'm sorry," he said, his hand on my arm, "I really am." And he was gone. There were so many questions I didn't get to ask, and I felt like I had been cheated of my only chance to ask them. Who recognised me? What do I do now? And most importantly, What else do you know about me?

I stared at the door, unable to make myself walk out. I couldn't just leave, I couldn't just give up my only chance to find out more about myself. After I step outside those doors, there is a world of people who either know me or don't. If they do, they will know things about me that I can't remember and I can't have that — I can't not know. So instead of walking out, I walked back in.

It wasn't hard to find Ben Evans again. I just had to follow the sounds of yelling, scrambling, beeping, and emergencies. He was running about, screaming at people about medication or maybe something else. When he saw me he swore under his breath and shook his flustered head.
"What are you doing here? You were released." His eyes were pleading me to go, and he kept looking over his shoulders at the nurses and other doctors.
"You haven't answered all my questions!"
"I'm kind of busy right now?" He said, but his tone wasn't angry or aggressive — it was sad.
"And I don't really have anywhere to go, so I'll stay right here." I folded my arms across my chest, handing him the instructions one of the nurses had given me. Apparently these people could help me. When they placed the paper in my hands I had thought they were crazy, or kidding, but they were totally serious about me heading to Ottery St. Catchpole, in Devon. He looked at me and sighed.
"Fine," He said softly, "just... give me a moment to help these people, and when I have time I'll come see you." I nodded.

Since Ben was busy with an actual patient, one of the nurses took me to a waiting room. We passed some of the places I already knew as we walked. There was a doctor outside my old room, he was arguing with a red-haired girl who looked flustered and very, very worried.

The nurse had a kind face, but as everyone else did in this hospital, she looked flustered. She told me to wait; that the cafe was down the hall, bathrooms were to the right, and that Dr Evans would be here when he can to talk. She gave me a sympathetic smile as she walked away, one I tried to return but knew it just looked like a grimace.

They had given me a bag on my belongings. Things I came in with and what they found around me. One of them was a small beaded bag which I hadn't yet opened—just big enough for a few small items, and a necklace containing a small black stone. I flipped the necklace over in my fingers, staring at the cracked stone. Why would I keep this if it were broken? It must mean a lot to me. I was frowning, staring at the stone when an old man entered the waiting room.

"Who are you here to see?" He asked, a small kind smile on his withered face. I looked up at him as he sat down, across the room.
"A doctor. I used to be a patient... but I'm not anymore," I said, just loud enough for the man to hear. "What about you?"
"My nephew and his wife are here," his face dropped as he spoke, "and I'm here to see them; their son is here in a serious condition — I need to tell them."
"I'm so sorry."

We were both quiet for a moment before I had the courage to ask:
"What happened to their son?"
"There was a fight, he was badly injured as well as a few of the others involved," he frowned slightly as he looked a me. "You look familiar. Have we met before?" I shook my head.
"I don't think so?" But just in case I looked at the man for an extra few seconds. His nose curved slightly at the end, and his eyes brows were bushy but shaped. He did look familiar but not enough to bring anything back. "But I can't be sure... I have amnesia."
"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

We sat together in silence for a while, but no one came for me. After some time a nurse entered and told the old man that his nephew was ready for visitors, and he said farewell and left me alone. I was not sure what to do while I waited, so I ended up pacing the long side of the room. I looked back to my seat, where the beaded bag lay. Maybe that bag had something in it to tell me who Hermione Granger was? Walking back to the stiff hospital chair, a slumped down next to the bag. I turned it over in my hands, staring at it. Something moved inside it, and it was the strangest feeling and the weirdest sound as I turned it back. Like a pile of books falling over. I pressed the clasp between my thumb and forefinger and slid it open.

"Jane Doe!" Ben was at the door, leaning against the frame with a soft smile on his lips. I tried to return the smile as I placed the bag on the chair beside me.
"Doctor Evans," I said, nodding in his direction. With a sigh and a deep breath, Ben pushed off from the wall, waking across to where I sat.
"I'm sorry about before."
"You can't just do that?" I whispered, my eyes trained on the floor.
"What?"
"Send me out of here with what? An address? That's ridiculous!" I stood, facing him.
"I'm sorry, I –"
"You better have a good reason!"
"I do." His eyes were wide as he stared at me, and I stared back. My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I stood my ground. "It's just —" Ben stopped. I moved a hand to my hips, and raised my eyebrows impatiently.
"'Just?' Just what?"
"There was a big accident, which was where we brought you in from. The address is — well, we knew you would be safe there... if you are Miss Granger," his voice was soft, and he continuously stopped, like he was trying to find the right words.
"Safe? Why wouldn't I be safe here?" My mind was racing and my head was pounding. What was happening? What kind of accident was it? Who would be waiting for me at this house?

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