I had been getting a few memory like visions over the past two weeks. A lot of things had finally come back to me and I was kind of happy about that.
I remember my 'thing' with Scarface and why he had to leave. I remembered when I got taken away from Azkaban and brought to Hogwarts, I remembered random days and things I had done, and many more different things.
At the moment I was sitting with Severus, eating breakfast.
"The headmaster has scheduled another Psychiatrist meeting today, with the same man as before." What the hell is he talking about?
"What man? I haven't had a meeting." I spoke a bit sharply.
"That obviously hasn't come back to you then." He drawled.
"Yeh, obviously." He ignored my comment and carried on.
"Bastion Torchwood is the mans name. He is a Psychiatrist and he talked with you, to help with your feelings." I nodded and finished my breakfast.
"What time?" I sighed. This meeting didn't sound very good. I wasn't very good with feelings.
"He will be here in an hour." Oh great.
"Ok. I'll get ready then." I walked slowly to my room, just thinking. I sat on my bed and tried as best as I could to remember the other meeting that I had had.
I would like to remember that meeting, so it's not all new again.
I sat there for ages, but nothing happened. I just couldn't remember. I couldn't picture his face or even where the meeting was, what clothes I was wearing. Nothing.
I slipped off the bed and dressed in some jeans and a jumper and no shoes, but just socks.
I ran a brush through my hair and brushed my teeth.
"He's here now Poppy." I still cringed slightly at the name, but I didn't mind it.
"Ok." I answered shortly. I took a deep breath and walked out of my room. There was a man stood in the middle of the living room, he smiled at me as I entered.
"Hey Remus!" I smiled when I noticed him, then I turned my attention back to the man. He had golden blonde short curly hair, bright green eyes and slightly tan skin and was pretty tall and looked quite young.
Suddenly I got a headache and I grabbed my head from the pain. I fell to my knees as I was pulled into a memory.
***MEMORY***
"Hello Miss.Dustan. My name is Bastian Torchwood." He held out his hand and I hesitantly shook it, he smiled warmly at me. "I'm a Healer and child Psychologist for Saint Mungo's Hospital." His voice was confident and I was beginning to like him already.
"Hi." Severus stood up and left the room and Bill went to stand outside.
"Please, take a seat. This is your living space afterall." He chuckled. I took an armchair opposite the couch. "Good. Now, I believe we have some things to discuss." He took out a folder and opened it up.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Oh. This is your St.Mungo's file. You've had one since you were born." Wow, I didn't know that.
"Ok. Speak to me."
"Well, it talks about your birth, and any problems in your life really. Your parents death, your orphanage and any crimes." I cringed at that. "Right. Where shall we begin then?"
**** END OF MEMORY ****
"Poppy?" Someone whispered. "Are you alright?" I looked up and saw Remus and he helped me up.
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The Azkaban Kid
FanfictionPoppy Sarai Dustan is an 11 year old convicted murderer. She is an orphan but escaped her orphanage. Thrown into the mix with Death eaters and dark spells will she find her way back to sanity? Dumbledore fights for a chance for her and it is granted...
