Memory loss? How could I have memory loss, I remember everything. Except for the fact that I'm now a 13 year old instead of an 11 year old.
"Amnesia." Madame Pomfrey states to the teachers, who have gathered around my bed. Such as Snake, McGamarell, Dumblerodoo - I think those are their names at least - and my parents are here as well. "It was caused from trauma when she fell, she should be fine in a couple of weeks but keep showing things that should jog her memory. Like spells, books," she directs to the teachers then faces my parents, "photos, movies, anything really."
"So it's not full amnesia, just from the past 3 years, odd." My Mum says as she squeezes my hand, I smile at her.
"Yes, odd, but quite common. Her health is good, so she can go back to her classes." Madame Pomfrey says. I stand up, flattening out my wrinkled uniform, such a weird one too. Long black cloak, grey sweater, trimmed with house colours, black skirt and leggings- well the cloak is weird anyway.
My parents walk me back to the tower.
"Pig snout." Mum says, causing the portrait we've stopped in front of to swing open. My mouth drops open- COOL!
"Alright, now be careful, sweetie." Dad says, wrapping me in a squishy hug.
"I will try, but I can't count on anything." I laugh when dad lets me go, mum attacks me in a bear hug.
"Alright, now go reintroduce yourself to your friends." She pushes me through the corridor until I stop at the end in front of a large circular room decked out in reds and yellows, nice colour scheme, very homey. Wait... Introduce? Spinning around, I see my parents no longer there, the portrait slowly swinging shut.
"Geez, leave me on my own then." I mumble, spinning back around. I venture further in to the nice room, I see lots of cushy chairs, round wooden tables, a roaring fire flickers in front of some couches, next to two sets of stairs. Dormitories maybe? I slowly walk towards them, some voices coming from the couches grab my attention. As I move closer I see some kids my age... I think. One looks familiar, the one who was next to me in the infirmary when I woke up I think, yes, it's him.
"Um, hello." I say quietly, stopping in front of the couches. Turning their heads, their eyes all widen.
"Chelsea!" One jumps up and attacks me in a hug.
"She doesn't remember you, Erin." The familiar boy says, looking around I see another him, twins? Yes, twins, Chelsea, of course they're twins!
Erin pulls back and looks at me with deflated eyes. "Right, I'm Erin." I shake her hand.
"This is Aradia, Heather, Stacey, Aerrow, Lee, Parker and George." The boy with red hair says, pointing to everyone as he says their names.
I repeat the names in my head, trying to remember them, I think I've already messed up.
"And you are?" I ask him, raising my eyebrows. Why hasn't he told me his name.
**Fred's POV**
Everyone looks at me sadly, I'm thinking the same thing, how could she not remember me?
"I'm Fred, Fred Weasley." Come on, that has to spark something.
"Nice to ... remeet you?" She says, not sure what's going on. I know so far that she remembers everything up until first year, so no magic, no Hogwarts... no me.
"So you don't remember anything?" Aradia blurts out, Erin smacks her up the back of the head.
"I do... just none of this I guess." She says, sitting down, her gaze dropping to her hands that play with the the hem of her cloak.
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Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)
FanfictionChelsea Gidget was like any other 'ordinary' girl, until a special package full of some very peculiar books arrive on her doorstep. Little does Chelsea know that these books are a part of something much bigger than the many adventurous stories that...
