Remember me?

Chapter 3: Forgotten

Light, light is the first thing I see as I open my eyes. It's bright. Too bright. I quickly close them again.

It takes a few minutes to fully wake up, but then I feel someone holding my hand. I open my eyes again. It's a boy. A boy is holding my hand.

I don't know him. I quickly pull my hand back, this causes the boy to look up. I look at him, trying to find out who it is. His black hair is messy and his round glasses make his green eyes look bigger. I have no idea who he is.

'Mari, you're awake!' The boy cheers, I don't know why. He quickly jumps out of his chair and walks out of the room. Weird.

I look around and find myself in a weird room. It's all white and the only furniture I can see is the chair that the weird boy was just sitting in, and the bed I'm laying in. It's not uncomfortable, so I don't complain.

He comes back a second later, with a girl. She has puffy brown hair and big brown eyes. I don't recognise her either.

'Mari, I'm so glad you're awake.' She says Why is everyone happy I woke up? I wake up everyday, what's the big deal? She approaches me. I think she wants to give me a hug, but I don't know her. Before she can get to me I move away.

'I'm sorry, but who are you?' I ask the girl. I see confusion fill her face, but then it drops. 'Very funny Marigold.' She giggles and comes closer again.

'I'm serious.' I say as I stare at her. I have no idea who she is. I feel really sorry, but I just don't know her.

'Mari, stop joking.' The boy now says, he walks over to the girl who started crying. I look at both of them, trying to get even the smallest idea of who they are.

'I'm not joking, whatever your name is.' I reply. I sit up against one of the pillows on my bed. I still don't know where I am. 'Where am I?' I whisper.

'You're in the hospital, you got injured in the war and have been in a coma since then. It has been a month. You finally woke up.' The boy answers, he embraces the girl. I feel bad for her, but I just don't know who she is.

'War?' What war was he talking about? I've never been in a war.

'Yes, the battle of hogwarts? Remember?' He says. Hogwarts? What is Hogwarts?

'Sorry, I have never heard of anything named Hogwarts.' The boys looks stunned.

'Mari, stop playing. Please.' The girl cries. Now I really start to feel bad.

'I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.' I whisper. A part of me wants to comfort her, and a part of me doesn't. I move a little closer and place my hand on her shoulder.

'I'm sorry.' I whisper.

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The next four days went by in a blur. Countless doctors had come to check on me. After eight check ups they finally gave me a diagnostic : amnesia.

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A knock on my door is the first thing I hear as I wake up. 'Come in.' I say, must be a nurse. They come every morning, but it isn't. A boy enters my room. A blonde boy. I don't really pay attention to him, I only look from the corner of my eye at him. Until he starts to look familiar.

'Malfoy?' I whisper, not sure if it's him. I'm not sure how I know him, I just do.

He looks up as he walks closer. I can see he's surprised. Now I get a better look at him, I see that it's indeed Draco Malfoy.

'Did you just say my name?' He whispers. He takes a seat on the end of my bed. I normally don't like it, but he's the only one I remember. So it's fine.

'Yes.' I mumble, avoiding eye contact.

'You remember me?' The question sounds unreal, you never hear someone ask you that question.

I think for a second. Thinking how much I know of him, but all I know is his name and the face that matches it.

'Only your name, and I recognize your face.' I reply, I play with my hair, twist it around my finger and avoiding his glance.

'That all?' He mumbles to himself, but I hear it. I don't reply. I don't feel the need to reply.

'I'll be right back.' He stands up, and leaves the room. I'm alone again. Great. I don't mind being alone, just not for too long.

There's a difference between being alone and feeling lonely. I can be alone. I'll be totally fine, but when I'm alone for too long I start feeling lonely. That's when I know I need someone's attention again.

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A few moments later Malfoy comes back again. Followed by the black haired boy, whose name is Harry I learned.

'So it's true? You remember him and not me?' He says with a hint of anger in his voice. I don't understand why. I sit up straight with my feet still under the covers.

'I only remember his name.' I whisper as an apology. Even though I have nothing to apologies for.

'But I'm your best friend.' Harry whispers, stepping closer to me. 'Don't you remember all the things we did together? Talking during class? You came to all my quidditch games!' He really tries to remind me.

'Quidditch? What is quidditch?' He sighed, and took a step back again. He looks at Malfoy, for help perhaps. Malfoy just nods, they start whispering to each other. I can't hear it. Why can't I hear it?

I wait at least a minute for them to finish, way too long. They both look at me, making me look away. It's kind of awkward. Neither of them says something, which makes it ten times worse.

'What?' I ask, I don't like it when people stare at me. Malfoy takes a step forward. Clears his throat, and brushes one hand through his hair.

'We have decided that you're coming with me.' What do they think they're? Making decisions for me? I'm seventeen, they think I don't know anything. I can make decisions about my own life. That's not what I say though.

'Fine.'