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Chapter 12 : Chapter Twelve
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During the wait, I decided to figure out how to turn on the TV. Sure, there doubtlessly had been a TV when I was little (I mean, it wasn’t the fifties or anything. At least I hope not, or my life was practically over), but technology had changed, and I barely remembered having a television anyway. While I was watching a show that I wasn’t really paying attention to (I think it was called the X-Files) I was thinking of what had happened, as well as previous events.
The locked box immediately came to mind, and I really wish that it hadn’t. I could do nothing about it – nothing – so why should I care? But it kept floating up in my thoughts, despite my best intentions, and with it came all of Lily’s memories. They had been bugging me for no reason, for too long!
My mind was set. I was telling Hermione. How could I not? My life had been dominated by the life of Lily Marie Evans. In fact, I was starting to believe I… was she. The only way that this could possibly be cured is if I told Hermione. I was sick and tired of it, and I just wanted it to end.
And yet, one part of me, the part of me that I was really starting to hate, said I shouldn’t tell her. Once again, I had no control over my feet, and found myself being carried over to the mirror in the bathroom.
‘Look at yourself. Lily has red hair, pale skin, green eyes and freckles. You look nothing like her,’ the-part-that-I-really-wanted-to-kill said. It was true. My hair was brown. Plain old boring dark brown, that also was the color of my eyes. My skin was pale, and did have a few freckles here and there, but it was nothing like Lily, who had freckles covering practically every inch of her face. There was no doubt in my mind that the dreams were just the ravings of a madwoman.
Still, I was going to tell her. Maybe she could finally make them stop. With that decided, I actually started paying attention to the show. Which was a stupid thing to do, since I should have been focusing on how to say what I wanted to.
At last the door opened. I jumped up, turned off the TV, and ran towards her.
“Have I really been gone that long?” Hermione asked with an amused expression on her face.
“I have something important to tell you.” I think Hermione could sense the urgency in my voice, for she dropped everything in her hands on the table near the door, and guided me to the couch where I had been sitting just moments before.
“What is it?”
This was it. This was the moment that I was going to find out if I was going to get sent to an asylum. Yet, I felt no dread. Just peace and relief.
“Since I woke up from the coma, I’ve been having moments where I’m living the life of someone else. That’s why I’ve been passing out so much. I’ve been getting these weird vision-things about a person named Lily.”
Well, that’s what I was going to say. But something went terribly, horribly wrong. When I tried to say it, my throat clogged up. I couldn’t breathe and most importantly of all, I couldn’t speak. And the harder I tried, the more my throat closed up. What was happening?
My vision was starting to have specks in it, and while darkness surrounded me, I could hear Hermione’s voice in my head. It wasn’t the Hermione in the flat’s voice from today, but rather the one of my first day out of the hospital.
“…The third, which I’m hoping you have, is transient global amnesia. It only lasts for a short period of time, but affects a large portion of past memories...”
Was I possibly reliving my past?
A/N- if you want to ask me any questions at all, I have an “ask the author” thread in the forums. The link is on top of my bio. My forum username is LadySophieKitty. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I also apologize for the wait. I knew what I wanted to write, but I was having a hard time putting it in words. Hopefully the next chapter won’t take as long. ANyways, gotta go to OotP now, so I'll talk to you all later.
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