The Unknown Potter [COMPLETE]

Chapter Twenty

         "Gwen! Gwen!" My eyes fluttered open, only to see a face staring back at me. "Guys! She's awake! Gwen woke up!" I heard feet pounding in my direction, as well as excited chatter. I slowly sat up, looking around me as people crowded around my bed. They all looked excited to see me awake, and I was happy they were. There was just one problem.

         I didn't know who any of them were.

         There were two identical red-haired boys, a boy who looked similar to the two, but younger. There was a black haired boy with a weird scar on his forehead, and a girl with long, bushy, brown hair. There were two younger girls, one with blonde hair, one with red hair. I didn't recognize a single one of them.

         They must have noticed the blank stare on my face. "Gwen?" asked the girl with brown hair. "Are you alright?"

          "I-I-I," I stuttered. "Who are you?"

          I woke up. I shot up from my bed, forgetting where I was. But I could never forget what happened to me. The excruciating pain of the curse cast on me, the thought I would never survive. Or worse, I would survive and not have any memory of anyone or anything.

         It was my fourth night it the Hospital Wing. I only woke up last night, knocked out for three days. I couldn't stop having these nightmares. I would fall asleep, and they would never stop. I hadn't had a good night's sleep since I was knocked unconscious. But even then, the nightmares still haunted me. Madame Pomfrey said they would get better, but I didn't believe her.

         I stared around the Hospital Wing, slowly calming down. I was still able to recognize everyone I knew. I was okay.

         It was then I noticed someone in the bed beside me. I looked over and saw George, sleeping while sitting up. He was facing me, like he had been watching me. Normally, it would have been creepy, but I appreciated his company. 

         George was stirring as I moved off the bed. He slowly woke up, and noticed I was awake.

         "Another nightmare?" he asked. I nodded my head.

         "It was the same one. I've been getting the same one since I was attacked. I'm scared of losing my memory, scared that I will forget all of you."

         George patted the spot next to him on the bed. I sat down, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I leaned into him, trying with all my power not to cry.

         "Don't be afraid Gwen. You woke up, and you had a full memory of what happened. You knew everybody. You can't forget them now. That would be like me not pranking Filtch a million times a week." I smiled a little bit.

         "I'm really sorry George. I'm sorry for everything I put everyone through. I shouldn't have tried to help my parents that night."

         "Don't apologize Gwen. You did what you knew you had to do. Your parents are okay because of you. You helped them. You distracted him. And I should be the one apologizing. I wasn't there to protect you."

         We sat in silence for a little while. He stroked my head, a slow, soothing rhythm that had me growing tired.

          "I need to go to sleep George." I said. I crawled into my bed. "But, would you mind staying here, just for a little while?"

         "Not at all." I rolled over to face him, and I fell asleep very quickly. I didn't have any more nightmares that night.

         I woke up the next morning around ten. It was Thursday. I knew I needed to go to lessons at some point, but I didn't feel well at all. Madame Pomfrey was nowhere near clearing me yet. I was probably due to spend the next month in here.

         Quickly, I found myself bored. Hermione hasn't been down to bring me my schoolwork yet, and I had nothing to do. I stared at the wall for what had to have been hours. I kept trying to nap, but my mind was too full of thoughts.

         I heard the final bell ring throughout the school. Which meant it was three o'clock now. I stared down the door, waiting for someone to show up.

         Around 3:45, Hermione walked into the wing. I smiled stupidly as she walked up to me bed.

         "I have never been more happy to see you with a million books," I stated. Hermione just laughed and set them down on the nightstand.

         "I wrote all of your notes out for you, picked up all of your classwork, and I even went up to that crazy woman Trelawlney and got your work for you."

         "You are the best. I owe you a million times over."

          "Well, you can start right now," she said, sitting on my bed. My internal 'you're about to be interrogated' alarm was blaring in every corner of my brain. But I let her sit anyway.

         It was nothing along the lines of what I thought it would be. "Tell me, are you going to be out this weekend? Katie wanted me to ask you if she needed to run the practice."
I internally sighed in relief.

         "Tell Katie she should plan on it. I doubt Madame Pomfrey is going to let me out anytime soon."

         "Okay, I have to go now. I need to catch up on homework myself. Bye."

         I waved as she walked out of the door. I laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

          I started to do work I needed to catch up on. I was halfway through another DADA essay when Umbridge stormed into the wing.

         She looked around, and stormed straight towards me.

         "Gwenyth Potter!"