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"Beep… beep… beep."
He slowly opened his eyes, but immediately shut them in response to the bright light. He tried again and once his eyes adjusted to the lighting, he glanced around. He didn't recognize anything. The walls were white, there was a sort of strange equipment near his head, and he saw a table with several bottles out of the corner of his eye. There was no one in sight.
He tried to sit up, but felt a burst of pain spread across his body. He didn't know exactly what hurt; it felt more like every bone in his body was broken. He bared the pain to look down across his own body. It was covered in white bandages; although why, he didn't know.
He began to panic and the beeping noise became more frequent. Where was he? A hospital? And why? What had happened to him? Why was his body covered in bandages? Why didn't he know why he was here?
Just then a beautiful young woman wearing lime green robes rushed into his room. She had a bottle in her hand; the label read "Heart rate normalizer—made with dragon hide." Nervously, James stared at the woman. She was young, no older than twenty-one. She had dark red hair, which was tied back and emerald green eyes. Inscribed on her lime green robes was, "St. Mungo's."
"You're awake," she suddenly exclaimed, a look of relief washing over her face as she rushed to his side. "Here, drink some of this." She poured some of the contents from the bottle into a cup and put it to his lips. He attempted to reach his own hand up to grasp the cup, but pain shot through his entire arm. "Don't try that yet," she said.
He allowed her to pour the liquid into his mouth. It tasted horrible, like rotten eggs. He drank it anyway though. The beeping noise on the machine returned to a normal pace.
"How're you feeling?" the red-haired woman asked.
"Fine," he answered. He was shocked to hear his own voice, it was very deep. "No, sorry, where am I?"
"In St. Mungo's," she answered.
"I'm sorry, where?"
"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries," the woman said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
So he was in a hospital. He was glad to get that issue taken care of. It certainly explained the white bandages. He still had one lingering question though, "Why am I here?"
"Well, medically, you took a very serious blow to the head. It looks as if you might have been put under the Cruciatus Curse. You've got a couple of broken bones, some pretty bad burns on your arms and legs, and I believe that we may need to re-grow some of the bones in your spine. I didn't want to start treatment until you woke up though. It's not safe to perform any of those spells or give you any antidotes while unconscious," she explained.
Re-grow bones? Several broken ones? Cruciatus Curse? Bad burns over his body? What was going on? What had happened? Why had this happened to him? Could this even be true? Had he been tortured by another wizard? And if so, why? Why did someone find the need to place the Cruciatus Curse on him? What had he done?
He needed to know, he needed answers. "Why? Why did this happen to me?"
"We were all hoping that you'd actually be able to answer that one," she replied. "The Aurors best guess is that a Death Eater did this, which is very probable. They just need you to identify which one, if possible. And of course, to recount the events."
"I, I don't remember any of that," he slowly said. Death Eaters; he recognized the term. They were Lord Voldemort's supporters. Did that mean that he was on the "good" side of the war? Had he been off fighting?
"That can happen," the young witch remarked. "It's not unusual for someone to forget their traumatic experiences, especially after being unconscious for as long as you were. I'm sure that you'll remember soon enough, just give it a couple of hours. Then you'll be able to tell the Ministry everything and hopefully they'll be able to catch whoever did this to you."
"How long was I unconscious for?"
"At least five hours," she replied. "At least that's how long you've been in here for. Only Merlin knows how long you were out before John Prittle found you."
He was trying his best to process this new information. He didn't know who John Prittle was, but it didn't seem to be a very pressing issue. The important thing was that he would be able to give the Aurors his story soon enough. This Healer woman, whatever her name was, would be able to fix everything too. He suddenly felt bad. Here was this beautiful woman, doing her job and fixing him and he didn't even know her name.
"Anything else?" she asked, giving him a friendly smile.
"Um, yes, just one more question," he replied. "What's your name?"
Her smile dropped and a look of hurt spread across her face. "You don't remember me? I know it's been a few years, but really?"
"I'm sorry, have we met before?" he apologized.
"It's me," she stated, "Lily Evans."
Now he felt really bad. He had just insulted her by not remembering her name. Damn, he was not off to a great start. It surprised him too; she was rather pretty and he thought that he would have remembered meeting such a beautiful woman.
"I'm sorry," he apologized again.
She cocked her head and stared at him for a moment. She didn't say a word, she merely studied him. She bit her lower lip, as if she were trying to figure out a puzzle.
Then, she suddenly said, "Tell me, what's your name?"
He thought this was a rather foolish question. She obviously knew his name. What was the point in asking? He opened his mouth to speak, but then snapped it shut. What was his name? He felt his heart rate increase again; the machine's beeps became louder and closer together. Lily Evans didn't reach for the potion though. Instead, she stared intently at him.
How could he not know his own name? This was madness. What was it? Finally, after several attempts to remember it, he finally admitted, "I, I don't know."
She pursed her lips and commented, "How very curious, very curious indeed."
"What is my name?" he urgently asked, ignoring her words.
"James," she answered, "James Potter."
Okay, that did nothing for him. He tried to think back to anything that would help him, but couldn't recall anything about his history. He didn't know if his parents were still alive or how many brothers and sisters he had. He didn't remember the names of any of his friends or if he was employed. For that matter, he didn't even know how old he was. All he knew, thanks to Lily Evans, was that his name was James.
"James, can you answer a few questions for me?" Lily asked.
"Um, alright," he said.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"Waking up here," he nervously replied.
"Hmm," she muttered. "And what are your best friends names?"
"I, I don't know," James stammered.
"Okay," she slowly said. "What's a Muggle?"
"A non-magic person," he immediately answered.
Lily sighed and said, "Well, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that you weren't hit with a Memory Charm. The bad news is that the physical trauma that you went through is what caused your memory loss. This means that it will all come back to you. However, I have no idea how long it will take and there's nothing that can be done to speed up the process."
"Okay," he slowly said.
"I know it's a lot to process, but it'll get better, I promise," she informed him. "And, on the bright side of things, I heard that there's quite a few people here who want to see you. I'll understand if you don't want to see them all. In fact, as your Healer, I won't allow them all in. But I'll go and get the most important one; he's been here for nearly four hours."
"He?" James asked.
"Sirius Black," Lily said, "He's your best friend."
"And once he leaves, we'll have to start treatment. I'll wait an hour to do so, but not much longer. I don't want your best friend to see you in such pain, otherwise I'd start your treatment right away," she said.
"Re-growing bones is a tricky business and those burns will take quite a while to heal. Mending the broken ones should be no problem at all though," Lily answered. "Just don't think about it until you have to."
"Right," he muttered.
"Okay, now if you'll excuse me, I'll have someone get your friend. I know he's dying to see you," she said.
"Wait," he suddenly said. "How do we know each other?"
Lily stopped in her tracks and stared at him for a moment. She had a strange look across her face, as if she was unsure how to go about answering his question. Finally, she settled on an appropriate response and said, "We went to school together."
Once she was gone, he stared in silence at the ceiling. So, his name was James Potter. It was strange; that was all he knew about himself. He didn't know who his parents were, if he had any brothers or sisters, or who his best friends were. He didn't even know what he looked like. He could see a mirror in his peripherals, but it hurt too much to move so he opted not to look. Besides, from what he could tell, he was covered in bandages.
A few minutes later, he heard Lily talking to someone outside his door. From their tones and volumes, it was like they didn't even realize he was there; a fly on the wall.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" the man asked.
"I am James's Healer," Lily answered. Even if she hadn't said that, James still recognized her voice.
"Well, you shouldn't be," the man snapped.
"Sirius, shut up," Lily said, she sounded very aggravated. "I am good at what I do and you know it."
"I want someone else," the man, apparently James's best friend, replied.
"This is strictly professional," Lily snapped.
"No, I want someone else," Sirius argued.
"You and I both know that I am the best Healer on this wing of St. Mungo's," Lily practically shouted. "Don't you want the very best care for him?"
"And he doesn't have any objections?" Sirius retorted.
Lily voice was softer now, more caring. "Didn't they tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Sirius demanded.
"Oh God," Lily groaned. "I told them to tell you."
"Tell me what?" Sirius nearly shouted.
"Sirius," Lily sighed. "It's more serious than we originally thought. He's got a lot of breaks, sprains, bruises, and burns, but there's more. To the best of my knowledge, it looks like he took a pretty big blow to the head and well, he's got amnesia."
"He can't remember anything," Lily explained. "He woke up and didn't know who I was… he didn't even know his own name."
"No, this can't be right," Sirius muttered.
"But it is," Lily replied. "He probably won't recognize you either."
There was something going on here, just what he didn't know. Why didn't Sirius want Lily to be his Healer? Was there something wrong with her? If only he could remember! It was just so difficult. He had thought that Lily had been a perfectly pleasant woman. Besides, so far, she had been his only human contact and he liked her. He hadn't even met this Sirius bloke yet. Whatever the two of them had been arguing about, James decided that it didn't matter. He wanted Lily to be his Healer.
Just then, the door opened. James saw Lily's red hair fly away as she went to go check on another patient. A man, presumably Sirius Black, came inside. He had a very handsome face, which at times appeared to be hidden by his somewhat long jet-black hair. His grey eyes were full of life.
"How're you feeling?" Sirius nervously asked, eyeing his best friend.
"I suppose I've been better," James cheekily replied.
"Well, you look like a bloody mess," Sirius said; there was a tinge of laughter on his face.
"Apparently I got pretty banged up," James stated. It wasn't a cold response, or even a bitter one. Instead, it was full of irony. James didn't know why, but he had a feeling that he and this Sirius bloke often joked around a bit.
"Ah, nothing Prongs can't handle," Sirius smirked, as if he had forgotten about James's current brain injury.
"Prongs?" James asked, a strange look spreading across his face.
"It's your nickname," Sirius reminded him. "And mine is Padfoot. Our other two friends, Remus and Peter, have the nicknames Moony and Wormtail."
"It's a long story," Sirius answered. "I'll tell you all about it another day. I don't want Miss prying ears, Lily Evans, to overhear us."
"Why don't you like her?" James asked. "She seemed lovely."
"Looks can be deceiving," Sirius grumbled.
"She said she went to school with me."
"Is that all she said?"
"Okay," Sirius slowly said. "She did. She was in our year and same house at Hogwarts. You two were Head Boy and Girl."
"So we were friends?"
"Sort of," Sirius answered.
Just then, there was a knock on the door and Lily Evans entered the room. "Okay, Sirius you've got to leave now. I'm not going to wait to get these bones set any longer."
"Oh, come on Evans," Sirius whined.
Lily snapped her head to look at him. James had a strange feeling that Sirius had just touched a nerve, although why, did not know. She had a sad look on her face though; a look that James didn't find attractive on her.
"Out, now," Lily snapped at Sirius, giving him a very angry stare.
Once Sirius had left the hospital room, after promising that he would be back in the morning, Lily face softened. She went to a nearby cabinet and began to pull out several large bottles. They were all different shape and sizes; some contained warnings and others had smoke sneaking between the wedged top and glass bottle.
"Okay James," Lily began. "I'm going to warn you, this isn't going to be pleasant, but unfortunately it needs to be done for you to get better."
She poured the potions from two bottles into a single cup and brought it to his lips. The liquid was hot and he felt his face flush at once. It tasted odd too, although what it was, he didn't know. Then he felt a sharp pain in his arms and legs and he let out a small whimper, which Lily assured him meant it was working.
Twenty minutes later, the pain had subsided and amazingly he felt a little bit better. Lily instructed him to get some rest and told him that would be back in the morning to do the next series of treatment. She left him lying in his bed in the dark.
James sighed and looked around the dark room, even though it was completely pointless. He strained his mind, trying to recall a single memory. However, it was no use. The last thing he could remember happening was waking up here, in St. Mungo's.
Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Now, if you all could do me a little favor and review, that would be lovely!