Harry Potter Imagines

Forgotten || Sirius Black

Sirius's POV

"Keep up Wormtail!" Sirius called behind him, hearing Peters shuffling foot steps catching up with them. 

"Thanks again guys, for staying with me." Remus said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Corse we'd stay with you! We'd be crazy not to. Right Prongsy?" Sirius asked, turning to look at his messy haired friend. Sirius stopped in his tracks as he saw James standing a little ways ahead of them.

Once Sirius caught up to him he noticed that James was standing over the unconscious form of a girl. Her eyes where closed and her (y/h/c) spread out across the ground; for some reason the face of the unconscious girl stirred up some unrecognisable feelings towards her.  

"Who is she?" Peter asked, appearing at Sirius's elbow.

"I don't know but she's wearing Hogwarts robes." James answered, taking a closer look at her (y/h) robes.

"Well, we can't leave her out here." Sirius decided, picking up the sleeping girl and carrying her towards the castle. As Sirius looked into her face, it became more and more familiar. 

Readers POV

Groaning you rolled over.

Feeling the crisp sheets under your fingers you opened your eyes only to be met with white sheets and white curtains surrounding your white bed. 

'Am I dead?'

That's the first thing that you though of, but then another voice in your head argued that that wasn't quite possible. 

As soon as your started sitting up the sound of someone walking briskly towards you filled your ears. Suddenly the curtains where wrenched back, revealing a woman in white and black robes with a stern face. 

"Your awake." The woman stated, a mild shocked expression covered her face. 

"I am." You said with out realising you where speaking, the words flowed from your mouth so naturally. 

"Let me give you a quick check up then I'll go and alert Professor Dumbledore." She said again, more to herself then to you. But before you could ask any questions she had finished asking you questions about how you felt and bustled off through the curtains and closed them behind her.

Looking around the curtained off area, in which you inhabited, you spotted an odd stick laying on the night stand next to your bed. Picking it up a warm sensation spread through your hand. Fighting the urge to drop this strange stick you gave it a little flick and white sparks flew out the tip. 

Shocked you slammed the stick back onto the night stand. Twiddling with your hands in your lap. 

A few minutes later an old man walked through the curtains. He had a kind face and bright blue eyes that where hidden behind half moon spectacles. He had a white beard that was so long, he could tuck it into his belt.  

"Hello, do you mind if I sit?" He asked gesturing to end of the bed you where sitting in. Shaking your head you shuffled you legs to cross over one and other as the old man sat down at the edge of your bed.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, now I don't suppose you could tell me yours?" He asked, a twinkle egnighting in his eyes. 

For a split second you racked your brain to try and remember your name. But you couldn't, that wasn't supposed to happen. Then it hit you.

You couldn't remember anything.

"I'm sorry, Sir. But I don't know my name. In fact, I can't remember anything at all." You said, sadness creeping into your voice.