Dear Draco

05

As days pass i think of my life I try to remember what it was like before I made a dumb choice. My "friends" and "professors" have tried over and over to jog my memory but nothing ever works.

Yesterday I was looking through my things when I came across a journal. I found letters I had written. It seems like I was so in love but also in so much pain.

"Dear Draco,"

Why is it this name is everywhere I look? I always get this strange feeling when I hear it or see it almost as if I can't breathe. Maybe I should read these letters. But then again I'm scared. And I'm not really sure why.

"Hi Professor McGonagall" I say as I approach her ready to attempt another round of a this strange potion she makes me drink to try and remember.

But all I ever see with it is glimpses of things but never a full imagine like what is a green apple, platinum white hair, and grey eyes mean. Who is this person.

"Today we are going to try a different tactic to make you remember. I will start by showing you pictures of yourself in different stages of your life with friends and family."

I nod assuming that this wasn't going to work either. Nothing will work because I will not allow it. If I chose to have my memory wiped it must have been for a reason.

She lifts up a picture of a child that I knew was me from the hazel eyes to the freckled face I could see myself. And next to me was what I assume to be my mother which I found out passed away when I was very young. She was so beautiful.

Next she shows me a picture of me, Ginny, and another girl who I can't quite pinpoint she does look very familiar though.

"Luna Lovegood" 

That name echoes around my head.

"Do you recall who the people in this picture are Genevieve?"

"Yes but I'm not sure I know that, that's me, Ginny, and I think Luna."

Her eyes gleam with hope and she beams at me saying that that is in fact one of my best friends from ravenclaw house. I don't know but the fact that I remembered that did not make me happy but instead made me nervous?

She skims through the photographs searching for what I assume she believes will bring back memories to me. She soon smiles and pulls out a single photograph and turns it around I see me and the boy from the quidditch photo embraced in each other's arms. It made me almost laugh because he seemed so uncomfortable not with me but with taking the picture. Almost as if he didn't want to.

"Do I have to?" He whines begging me not to make him take a picture with me.

"Yes you do now hug me and at least pretend to be happy!" I say in a fake angry voice

It almost felt like I got sucked into a memory for a second but it can't be right? I mean with how Professor McGonagall described the memory spell I don't think I should be remembering anything.

It must just be in my head. This picture means nothing to me for all I know that isn't me.

"Well... do you know who it is that's in this picture?"

"No idea"

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I am listening to my Draco playlist as I type this :,)