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Chapter 1: Wake Me

I can't remember anything. Why can't I remember anything? Where am I?

I crack my eyes open just a little, and I'm almost blinded. It's so bright. I squint around. It seems as if I'm in a hospital. There is a steady murmur, a combination of people walking by and the hum of the machines. I look down, and see a white bed with crisp white sheets covering a body. My body?

I'm suddenly aware of a pounding in my head. I reach up to my forehead, and feel a clump of gauze covering what seems to be the cause of my head-splitting ache. I feel a sticky substance on my fingertips. I bring (my?) hand down into my line of vision, and see crimson shining from the many florescent lights.

What happened? Who am I? I'm so confused. I try to bring up memories. Anything. Anything to get me out of the dark. As I'm scrutinizing my hand, I notice a hospital band circling my wrist. Maybe this has some answers. I bring it close to my face so that I can read the print. Jennifer Malfoy. Jennifer. Yes, that's my name. I remember that. What a strange surname, though. My surname? I take another look, Age: 25. Woah! When did this happen? Last I remember… I'm 15. Aren't I 15?

God, everything is just so confusing. Someone coughs nearby. I nearly jump out of the bed, noticing a man sitting in a chair by my bed. Who is this man? Why haven't I noticed him before now? I almost start again when I notice that he's holding my hand. His touch though...it brings back something. The gentle firmness as he absent-mindedly rubs circles into the back of my hand, it brings back a hazy memory... I desperately cling onto that little shred of hope of finally remembering something. But that goes out the window as the man speaks. "Jen," he breathes, gripping my hand harder, "You're awake. Thank God, I thought you were done for." I took a moment to study this curious person. He was tall, had a pale, pointed face and with platinum blond hair. His cool grey eyes were bloodshot and puffy, as if he had stayed up all night, or had been recently crying. I felt my brow furrow as I got lost in thought. I have seen this man before. Where, though?

"I'm sorry. Who are you?" I tried to be polite, while inside I was desperately rattling every part of my brain to know who he was. He seems so familiar.

At first he thought I was joking. He chuckled a few times before he saw my confused expression. Then he realized I was serious. Worry and panic flitted across his face. "You don't... remember me?" I just shook my head, biting my lip, saying in a sincere apologetic tone, "Sorry."

A nurse came in then, carrying a tray filled with strange bottles of liquid. The man got up from his chair, not letting go of my hand and addressed the nurse, "She can't remember anything. Why can't she remember anything?" He said, raising his voice to where it was almost a shout. I internally flinched at his angry tone.

The nurse looked from him to me, a look of pity in her eyes, "Please, allow me to explain, Mr. Malfoy."

Mr. Malfoy? I wonder…

"Please, do," the man murmured from beside me, the young nurse pretended not to notice. "Mrs. Malfoy has a rare form of amnesia, caused by- well, we don't necessarily know yet- but we know it was some Dark spell she received in her, ah, accident." She purses her lips as she studies my chart, "We are about to bring in a specialist who is going to try to help us determine how far back her remaining memories go. From there, we will try to bring forth the memories she has lost using a very complex spell..."

I started to drift away from the conversation, and began fiddling with my bracelet again, getting lost in my many rebounding thoughts. I need some answers. Who am I, really? I know a name, but that really isn't me. I can't remember if I like strawberries, or hate a certain color. It's bloody confusing.

I was only half listening when I was aware of someone raising their voice.

I looked up to see the nurse facing me, saying sternly, "Mrs. Malfoy? Mrs. Malfoy!" It took me a few seconds to realize who she was speaking to, "Me?" I said, pointing at my myself, needing clarification. The nurse sighed, but nodded. She turned to the man and excused herself to go find the specialist.

Once she was out of sight, he turned to me, his face reasonably blank of emotion, but desperation and sadness clear in his eyes, "Don't you remember me, Jenny? Draco?"

Hm... Such an unusual name...although it does ring a bell. I ask the question that's been bothering me for a while, "Are we married?" I ask hesitantly, peering up at him through the bangs covering my face.

He-Draco- nods before gripping onto my hand, "Yes, we are," a smile playing on the corners of his sad mouth. The nurse bustled in, following an older man with a kind face.

"Ah, hello Mrs. Malfoy." He smiles at me warmly. I can only stare at him.

"Healer White," he stretches out a weathered hand which I nervously shake. He pulls up a chair to my bedside, opposite the man. "Mrs. Malfoy, I'm sure you know why you're here?" I swallow and shake my head. The nurse didn't really explain much, just talked to Draco like I wasn't even there. I really don't even know where I am. As if reading my mind, Healer White continues, "Well, this, is St. Mungo's hospital. You received quite a nasty Dark curse yesterday, and it appears that whatever it was has partially erased your memory. I am here to help distinguish how much of your memory is gone and how much we need to recover.

"Now, let's get started, shall we?" I nod. "What year is it?" I stare at him blankly, "I don't know." He scribbles something on his clipboard, nodding. "Do you know you're birthday?" I really concentrate, and a fuzzy image comes into my mind's eye. A little girl sitting in her father's lap, watching the snow and holding a brand new toy. "It's sometime in winter," I say, trying to get the image in focus, but it just slips away the more firm I try to hold it.

Healer White nods, "Can you remember what month?" I just shake my head. More scribbling. "Your parent's names?"

"Melissa... and... Robert" He beams, writing more down.

"Good, good. What country do you live in?" Easy. "Britain"

"Good. What school did you graduate from?" I stop and think. A wonderful image comes to my mind. A scarlet steam engine, with fancy lettering on the side. The Hogwarts Express. I smile, "Hogwarts" both him and-Draco, was it? - smile. Healer White nods.

After a few more questions like the first, Healer White pulls out his wand and faces me, "Now, I will have to perform a charm where it will clear your thoughts so that you can remember as far as your memories still go. Ready?" I nod quickly, and immediately a sensation overcomes my mind. It's like my brain has been submerged in ice cold water. I freeze as a sudden stream of images and clips flow fresh through my mind.

I remember… a boy with glasses and a scar. I practically beam as I can attach a name to the face, Harry! And Ron! With red hair. And a girl, with frizzy hair and buck teeth. Herm-Herm- It's on the tip of my tongue- Hermione? I remember riding a red train to a castle-Hogwarts!

I begin to quickly remember all of the misadventures of our quartet, the Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber, the escapee Sirius Black, and the Triwizard Tournament. I remember Voldemort coming back. Well, Harry saying that he came back. But of course I believed him, my best guy friend, Boy Who Lived and all that. I remember Umbridge, the foul woman. I remember a boy- I stop. I take a closer look at the man -Draco- beside me.

I gasp, and point an accusing finger at him, "I remember you. You were that foul, arrogant, loathsome, bloody ferret-" I had no idea where this anger was coming from, but I couldn't stop it, he chuckled and mumbled, "She remembers me."

I stop my rage, images rushing through my mind again. "I remember the train leaving, except that I'm staying behind with the three others. I'm really excited for my birthday." Then, quite suddenly, the images stop. There's nothing. I sigh and shake my head, "That's all I can remember."

Healer White seems impressed and nods, looking over his notes. I begin to play with a strand of hair that falls in my eyes. It's a pretty brown color with red strands mixing with the brown, creating a nice shimmery look.

"I think that my memory stops sometime during Christmas break during my," I pause, recalling some other details, "Fifth Year?"

Healer White stands, "We will be back tomorrow to start retrieving your memories. Until tomorrow, Mrs. Malfoy." And with a bow, he leaves.

A different nurse comes in with more, potions, are they? Draco raises his hand to my face and tenderly cups my cheek. I recoil from his touch, memories still flowing fresh in my mind of his tormenting back in school. I remember this man. How can we be married? Why is he so nice? What happened to that dreadful boy I knew back in school? Draco sighs and drops his hand, looking into my eyes and saying with a set determination, "We'll get your memories back, Jen. I promise." He smiles, a small, sad smile. My stomach fills with butterflies, much to my discomfort. Why did I marry him? I mean, sure, he's handsome- My thoughts are interrupted as the other nurse hands me one of the potions, which I experimentally sip.

My vision goes blurry around the edges. I hear the nurse speak, a strange echo in my ears, "She needs rest..." And next moment, I'm fast asleep.

[AN: So, there's the first chapter. Yes? No? Good? Bad? Let me know! Review!]