The Azkaban Kid

Understanding

My head hurt as I woke up. The white light was blinding but I opened my eyes and sat up as best I could. I went to rub my eyes but my right arm wouldn't come up. I looked down and saw that it was in a shackle.

"Don't worry about that. It'll come off soon." Someone spoke calmly and I looked over and saw Dumbledore.

"Ok." I stated and sighed.

"What is wrong?" Dumbledore asked me.

"My head feels funny, it's like I've forgotten something but I can't remember what it is." (That's like Neville's line, hehe).

"Oh, I see your dilemma young one. Well, you are right in that guess Poppy." What did he mean?

"Why?"

"You have forgotten something. You have forgotten the last 5 months of your life." He explained. I looked at him in shock.

"How? How did I lose my memory?" I hissed. This was annoying me now.

"Calm yourself Poppy-"

"-stop calling me that name! It doesn't feel right." I interrupted.

"I apologise. I'm not quite sure what you were doing at the time, but Dementors attacked you on the grounds outside, they had nearly sucked out your soul but Remus got here just intime." I couldn't believe that dementors had attacked me. They are my worst and only fear.

"Will I ever remember Professor?" I asked in a small voice, I sounded like a stupid child.

"Yes, Severus is brewing a potion for this purpose, it doesn't bring back memories immediately, but it will increase the brains memory censors and hopefully trigger certain memories. We hope to improve this by getting you to do things that you have done in the last few months, it will help." I nodded at him and turned away.

"I would like rest now Professor, if you don't mind." I mumbled. I think he sighed and I heard him get up.

"Certainly. I'll be back later on." He left the room and I sat up again. What a nightmare, why did I have to lose my memories, it so wasn't fair. I closed my eyes for a while and tried to remember things, I don't know what, but I wondered if it would help.

The last thing I remembered was the Dementors coming into my cell again. They had never gotten so close to kissing me before, they weren't allowed to do that in Azkaban.

Loads of thoughts ran through my brain. Everyone was calling me 'Poppy', but I hated that name, or I thought I did. It didn't annoy me that much when people said it, like it used to.

I sat there for hours, sometimes trying to get the shackle off my wrist. I had curtains around my bed like last time, wait! Did I just say last time?

But I didn't think I had been here before, curtains, guards, Scarface, who was Scarface?

I sat there for a while before anyone else came into the room. The person pulled the curtains back and walked in. It was 'Remus'.

"Hey Poppy." He smiled. I grumbled.

"It's Sarai." I moaned.

"Fine." His smile didn't fade.

"How do I know you? It's so confusing. And why do people keep calling me Poppy?" He sighed and sat in the seat next to my bed.

"Well, me, Bill Weasley and a few Aurors came to collect you from Azkaban, because you got to come here, to Hogwarts. So that you could have an education. You stayed in Severus' quarters and we got along. We got quite close actually." He paused for a minute and chuckled. "You hated Mad-Eye. Called him Scarface."