| ||Rating: 15+||Story Reviews: 511|
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC
Genre(s): Drama, Romance, AU
Pairings: James/Lily, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Hermione
Status: Work In Progress|
First Published: 2006.11.02
Last Published Chapter: 2016.09.04
Last Updated: 2016.09.04
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| ||Advisory: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature|
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Lily survives the night Voldemort came, but has been in a coma for the past twenty-one years. When she awakes Lily can't remember a thing, and is sent to be taken care of by Dr. Hermione Granger, who doesn’t know who Lily really is. Slowly through flashbacks Lily learns who she really is, but there is one problem.
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“It appears our patient has lost her memory. I have a new assignment for you Dr. Granger.” The black woman began. I could see a mixture of excitement and fear on Dr. Granger’s face. Why was she afraid?
“There are three types of amnesia: Antitrade amnesia occurs when a patient cannot retain any new memories. This type of amnesia usually occurs after a brain injury, which forms the cut-off point for memories. The second one is Retrograde amnesia is the case where, following a trauma, the patient is unable to recall important memories and information from before that event. The third, which I’m hoping you have, Transient global amnesia only lasts for a short period of time, but affects a large portion of past memories.”
Dear Miss Evans,
By the time I had set the table and poured orange juice in the glasses, breakfast was ready. I slathered on an amazing amount of syrup and took my first huge bite. It was the weirdest thing, but while I was chewing my little piece of heaven slowly, I compared these pancakes to the ones in my dream.
“Hurry up Kendra! What’s taking you so long?” Hermione cried from the front door. I was in Hermione’s room, looking into her closet, trying to figure out what to wear. Most of her clothes were simple and not a lot of fun: knee length skirts, white blouses, business suits of various colors, a pair of baggy pants, and a couple pairs of loose jeans.
“Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go,” my mind seemed to be telling me. I told it forcefully to “SHUT UP!”
At the end of the street I noticed a store so small that I almost missed it. Indeed, the people around me walked past as if it isn’t there at all. Deciding to look closer, to make sure it was a real place and not my imagination, I opened the door cautiously and entered.
Maybe I should have just ignored them; maybe it was just the result of being in a coma for so long. Maybe dreams became reality, and vice versa, and soon it is hard to tell which is which.
“I’m Potter. James Potter,” he says in a James Bond voice. I laugh lightly.
“Do you feel light-headed? Do you know why it keeps happening?” Hermione inquired. I hesitated. Should I tell her about all these… visions I kept having?
“Remus Lupin,” the man said, letting go of my hand. My hand felt strangely empty without Remus’s large, warm hand covering it. Despite how weak he looked, his handshake had been firm. I decided I liked this man.
My mind was set. I was telling Hermione. How could I not? My life had been dominated by the life of Lily Marie Evans.
"Why so gloomy?" a voice asked behind me. I turned around, and found James standing there.
To make matters worse, as I was walking down the hallway, I bumped into James Potter himself. Though usually we passed each other without speaking, he had to choose this time to break the cycle.
"What the hell are you doing, Evans?" Potter asked me, bending down on one knee beside my spread-eagle form. I noticed he had all of his appropriate winter gear on, even if he had a light dusting of snow everywhere. I shivered automatically, pulling my arms out of their trenches and crossing them in a feeble attempt to get warm again. He reached up to his throat to unclasp his cloak, and I sat up, the snow sticking to my thin dressing gown and cracking where it had frozen into sheets of ice.
We arrived at the zoo in one piece, all of us, from Melissa and her many friends to her parents to Hermione and me and a ton of people from the last party at Harry's house which included other various members of the Weasley family (Ron’s brother and sister and parents), Seamus, Dean, and Oliver. They all inspected me warily, as though frightened I would have a relapse. Though I didn't blame them, it rather annoyed me. Since their concerns were well founded though, I tried to keep said annoyance hidden.
In which Jimmy and Kendra go on their date
“I decided I was going to make pancakes this morning no matter what. If last night went bad, then it would be comfort food, and if it went great, well, a celebratory breakfast. Judging by the grin on your face, it looks like last night was a success. Tell me all about it!” Hermione said.
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.
Nobody said it was easy
Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
Kendra sees Dumbledore.
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