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Chapter 19 : Chapter Nineteen
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Magic is a funny thing. It can do so much, and yet at the same time so very little. Take my circumstances. Magic could make my healing process much faster, but I'd still lost so much. More than twenty years had passed while I'd been in a coma, and when I woke up, my memories were lost. I had gained some memories back, but there was still so much that was unknown.
Jimmy (I had decided against calling him James since I had known him as Jimmy before) and I decided to take a walk after our conversation in his flat. We were hoping that something would connect, like it had before with Remus and the box.
The box! I had forgotten about that. The box with my name on it, the one I couldn't open.
"I just remembered, there is something that I have. A box," I told Jimmy. We turned around to walk back to Hermione's flat.
Much to my relief, Hermione wasn't home. I figured she was either visiting Harry or Ron, or at St. Mungo's working. A note inside informed me that it was the latter, and that her shift ends at seven. Now I didn't have to try to come up with some excuse as to what we were doing. I loathed lying to Hermione.
I told Jimmy to sit on the couch while I went to my room to get the box. I showed it to him, and he took a long look. I wondered if it meant anything to him as it had me? Probably not, since it looked like a private box. Still, James and Lily had been friends.
"It's locked," I informed him when he tried to open it. Of course it was. If it hadn't been, it would have been to easy, and since when has anything been easy for me? Oops, that sounded kind of bitter. Good thing I hadn't actually said that out loud.
"Leave that to me. I used to be a trickster, remember?" he grinned at me. "Do you have a hairpin I can use?" I nodded and took one out of my hair. He fiddled with it for a bit, and then lo and behold, the box was open!
"Would you like the honors?" he asked, giving it back to me. My hands were shaking as I took the box, though I wasn't sure if it was out of excitement or fear. Maybe it was a little bit of both, as the unknown can be exciting and scary.
I was hoping there would be a diary in there, but I was disappointed. Still, the other finds were good ones. A small album filled with various pictures, a newspaper article announcing James' and Lily's engagement (engagement! I wonder if we had actually gone through with the wedding before the coma?), a dried lily, and a few other trinkets that I'm sure were important to me in some way or another.
Still, I was a little disappointed. I had been expecting something more helpful. That's the problem with discovering the unknown. By that time, your imagination has been at work and it's never as good as you thought it was.
"The newspaper article reminded me of something we can do," James spoke slowly, "We could look for information from newspaper articles."
"That works. But can we do that another time? I'm tired. Plus, I can ask Hermione about the library tonight," I said, holding back a yawn.
"Sure," Jimmy said, giving me a light peck on the lips, "I'll call you later. Sleep well."
I walked him to the doorand after he was gone, I leaned against the wall sighing deeply. One of those romantic sighs that the female lead in romantic movies seems to do a lot. It really is true what they say, that love makes fools of us all.
I took a short nap. I was surprised that I was actually able to fall asleep considering everything that's on my mind for you, but then again, I was tired. Even after I woke up, I stayed in bed for a bit, not feeling like getting up yet.
I didn't get out of bed until Hermione got home, a brown paper bag in her hands.
"I hope you're hungry, because I brought home Chinese takeout," was her greeting to me. Without her saying a word, I went to get two plates and several serving spoons. For myself, I brought out a work. I couldn't eat with chopsticks, unlike Hermione.
For the first part of dinner we mostly had small talk. I asked her how work was and she asked me how my date with Jimmy was. About halfway through our meal, I decided to ask her. "Hermione, is there a library near here? I want to check out books on the magical world. I want to learn more." That was mostly true, anyway, even if I had left out a few important details.
"Oh sure. I can show you where it is tomorrow, if you'd like," she offered.
"Can you just give me directions? I think Jimmy and I want to go tomorrow."
Hermione nodded at me.
There, it was all settled. Now all I had to do was call him and tell him the plan and give him the directions.
The next day Hermione dropped me off at the library. Jimmy was outside waiting for me.
"Ready?" he asked me. I gave a short nod, though I was feeling nervous.
"We should probably ask about your family first since they are well known in the wizarding world. I doubt they'd have much about my family," I said as we walked inside. I had given it some thought last night before falling asleep.
"Right," he said.
Inside the library was much like a muggle one, except for the fact that instead of stacking the books by hand, the library aids used their wands. This meant that books were flying over our heads, moving in all directions.
Jimmy held my hand as we walked towards the main desk, and I was grateful for the small comforts.
"How may I help you?" the librarian asked.
"We want books about the Potters," Jimmy told her.
"Harry Potter, James and Lily Potter, or someone else?" she asked us. Jimmy answered, but I didn't hear what he said.
I'd assumed that we'd gotten married, but it was very different to hear someone say it so casually.
What had we gotten ourselves into?
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