THE MARAUDERS ERA - Daisy Evans

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Pain. That was the most singular thought I had. I couldn't remember anything else. I couldn't even try. I felt it like lightning whipping through my body. Electrifying all of my nerves to the point where the pain was so overwhelming I felt no more. 

There were moments of clarity that, unfortunately, only came briefly. Only the respite was sometimes worse than feeling the pain itself, for when I glimpsed peace, my body caught up with the pain and ached the most terrible pains I have ever felt. 

I couldn't move my body the way I wanted. I'd wave my arms around and wiggle, trying to the best of my efforts to relieve myself of the pain that wouldn't go away. I'd cry and cry the most heart-wrenching whaling screams, crying my pains to heaven as if in a prayer. A prayer that went unanswered.

Until, one day, the pain stopped. Everything ceased to exist—my body and my mind. 

Then I woke.

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I slowly open my eyes, but the bright room before me makes a piercing pain run through my head. Crying out from the pain, I feel myself being slowly picked up and moved. Shadows cross over my eyes, and then I slowly open them. Looking around, I see I'm in a hospital room; the machinery looks old, and the room is painted in an ugly green colour, the colour of mucus. The doctors and nurses were all talking around me they had British accents, so wherever I was, at least they spoke english, and I was still in England. A nurse was cleaning me and talking with another nurse "Nurse Brims, put this down in the chart. The baby weighs 3.1kg, is Female, And was born on 18th June 1961 at exactly 7:43 pm." if I could turn my head right now, I would. Horror washes over me as I process what they have just said.

As the nurse spoke and cleaned me. I was in the middle of thinking through everything. I was a baby. Born in the year 1961. I was in the 60's, I somehow died and was reborn in the past. Thinking back, the last thing I remember was walking across the street after finishing another shift at the hospital. I was a medical student, and I was a good one. I suppose that was because I had an eidetic memory. Something everyone was always too happy to tell me was why I was successful, yet they never seemed to understand that just because I had an eidetic memory didn't mean I remembered everything forever, that was just impossible. I only remembered things for a longer period than everyone else. I still had to put the effort in; I still had to study and make sure I read everything a couple of times before it was stored in my long-term memory. But that doesn't matter, after my shift, I remember getting into my car and driving home, and then everything went black, I don't know what happened, I try harder to remember when suddenly a sharp pain pierces through my head, making me cry out. Deciding to leave it for when I'm feeling stronger, I decided to let it go for now. 

Suddenly, after the nurses looked me over and made sure everything was as it was supposed to be, I was in the arms of my mother she had dark red hair and eyes so blue they looked like the dark depths of the ocean and looked to be in her mid-twenties. She looked tired but still beautiful. I looked up at her and noticed a man there sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, holding his wife, I assume, and looking down at me, smiling. He had light hair, almost blonde, but a mix of brown as well. His eyes were a deep forest green, so striking you couldn't help but look at them, he looked a little older than my mum by just a couple of years. They both had smile lines around their face. However, his was more prominent. "Mr and Mrs Evans, what name would you like to go on the record?" the nurse questioned. I reach my arm up as they both smile down at me and grab who I now guessed was my father's finger as best as I could. Unfortunately, I was now in a baby's body, and my muscles were not working as I was used to, I had to wait for them to develop, he smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as my 'mum' was crying happily and stroking my cheek.