𝐼𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 - 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

26. Missing memories

-Remember

y/n POV:

I felt a hell of a sting in my head and my body felt like someone had shot me in the back several times. I opened my eyes slowly but with difficulty. I could only see a little because it was so bright but I heard voices. It wasn't clear to hear what they were saying but I thought I heard Hermione. Suddenly I recognized the outlines of people leaning over me and heard them talking.

"Oh god finally."

"Leave a little space!"

"Can she see us?"

"y/n can you hear us?"

I opened my eyes a bit and could see two redheaded boys, Hermione, Ginny and even Draco. I looked over at George who was holding my hand and apparently crying.

"Thank God." he chuckled but I could see tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Hey, I'm fine." I wiped his tears away and gave him a gentle kiss.

Ouch fuck!

"Damn it!"

I put my hand to my forehead. It felt like a headache only 6826452 times worse.

"Are you all right? Wait, I'll get Madam Pomfrey." Fred disappeared shortly afterwards and called the nurse.

"y/n you worried us so much." Hermione sighed.

"I'm fine. Honestly, please don't cry 'mione." I carefully propped myself up on both elbows to get a better overview, George still not letting go of my hand.

"Give her a little space place there!" Madam Pomfrey called, pushing the others out of the way.

"y/n how are you feeling." she asked and leaned down to me.

"As if someone had put the Cruciatus curse on me." I croaked.

"Did that happen?" She looked at me worried.

I just nodded weakly and could see how the others looked at me in shock.

"Do you still remember who it was?"

I thought hard. I remembered the pain, the red light, but I couldn't remember who had done this to me. I slowly shook my head and sank back into bed.

"no. I don't remember it anymore." I said weakly.

I could have beaten myself for not remembering. All I knew was the pain and laughter of a person. I suspected Riddle, after all, he hated me the most but wouldn't he be a bit stupid to torture me in a public corridor? That was too, stupid even for him.

"Well do you at least remember us?" Fred asked.

"Don't be silly Fred, of course I know you. I just wish I would remember that motherfucker who did this to me." I sighed.

"Language!" Madam Pomfrey said strict.

"When can she leave the hospital wing?" Draco asked to Madam Pomfrey.

"I'll take a look at her condition later and then with a lot of luck she can leave in a few hours."

George brushed a strand of hair back from my face and I looked over at him. He looked completely distraught, he had probably not slept, or hasn't slept much, and he had obviously been crying.

"How did I get here in the first place?" I wondered.

Suddenly everyone turned to Draco who just looked worried in my direction.