When Harry got back to the Gryffindor Common room, Hermione and Ron anticipated those few words that would help them find the answers to the goings on at Hogwarts.

"What did Dumbledore say, Harry?" Hermione breathlessly asked.

"Uh… I forgot…" Harry said.

"Gosh darn it, Harry!" Ron shouted. "Why did you forget?"

"I don't know!" Harry cried back. "I just somehow randomly forgot for some reason!"

"We need to take you to the nurse's office to get a memory potion that'll help you remember what Dumbledore said to you." Hermione said.

The gang headed to the nurses office which was on the first floor, which was 2,999 floors below the Gryffindor common room.

It took them about six hours to get down there and when they arrived, Madame Pomfrey, the nurse, was randomly singing "Fergalicious", but her own version called "Pomfreylicious".

"Madame Pomfrey," Hermione said.

"Pomfreylicious: definition: Make them boys go loco." Madame Pomfrey sang.

"Madame Pomfrey," Hermione said again.

"They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo." She sang.

"Dang it," Ron said. "Madame Pomfrey won't shut up and listen. Let's just grab the potion and get the bloody hell out of here before she starts singing the chorus."

"I agree." Harry remarked. He ran over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle labeled Doctor Stetson's Memory Restorative. "I got it!" Harry exclaimed.

"Good," Ron said. "Because she's on the chorus."

"AAAAAGH!" Hermione wailed. "My ears!"

"So delicious (It's hot, hot), So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock) So delicious (they wanna slice of what I got), Pomfreylicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)" Madame Pomfrey sang.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione bolted out of there like the devil was upon them. When they got back to the common room, they caught their breaths.

"You should take the potion now, Harry." Hermione said.

Harry untwisted the lid on the bottle and drank the remedy. His eyes dilated for a second and then returned to normal, meaning he now had gained back that one specific memory.

"Well?" Ron asked. "Do you remember what Dumbledore told you?"

"Yeah," Harry replied. "He said we should try using 'Accio Voldemort' and I remember that you danced in your mirror to 'Do Ya Think I'm Sexy' in your skivvies last night before you went to bed, Ron."

"THAT IS A TOTAL LIE!" Ron screamed.

"The potion never lies, Ron." Hermione giggled, reading from the bottle. "It has a touch of Veritaserum in it."

"Okay, go get the Furby, Ron." Harry said.

Ron did as he was told and came back within .5 seconds.

Harry took his wand out of his pocket and waved it at the Furby and said, "Accio Voldemort." Nothing happened. He tried the spell numerous times, but using names of different Death Eaters instead of Voldemort's.

"Who haven't you named?" Hermione asked, getting frustrated.

"I don't think I named Wormtail." Harry said. So he tried it and lo and behold, in place of the Furby was Wormtail.