Innocence

Chapter 84

CAMILLA'S POV

I woke up to sunlight. It was strange. I don't remember the last time I woke up with the sun. I looked around and I remembered where I was. I was at Hogwarts. In the hospital wing. The boy with dark hair, glasses and a scar was still sitting next to me. He rested his head on the edge of my bed and was asleep. I looked at him closer and I could remember his name. He was Harry. Harry Potter.

He's the one who loves me. I think it was him. I wish I knew if I loved him. I wonder if my memories could ever be fixed. I wonder if I'll be like this for the rest of my life, wondering what's real and what's not.

At least most of my physical wounds were healing. Madame Pomfrey was very nice and a very good healer. I wondered if she could heal the carvings in my body. I lifted the blanket and looked at my thigh. It was wrapped in bandages so I couldn't see. I lifted my shirt and that was also bandaged. I started to pull at the bandages when I heard a voice...
"You need to keep those on..."

I looked up and Harry was awake. I pulled down my shirt and sat up. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "I want to remember." I said. He nodded. "Hermione is already obsessing over every book that might help you. Professor Snape and Madame Pomfrey are also going to take care of it. If there's a way to fix your memories, we'll find it." he said. "What if we can't?" I asked. "Camilla, we'll find-" he started. "What if there's no way to fix it? What if I have to spend the rest of my life trying to guess what's real and what isn't. Who to trust and what memoires have been tampered with. What if- what if I never find out...?" I trailed off. "Find out what?" he asked. "Nothing, I don't remember if it's real or if I imagined it." I said with a sigh. He got up from his chair and sat next to me on the bed. "Ask me," he said. "What?" I said. "If there's something in your head, if you don't remember something, or if you don't know if it's real or fake, ask me. I'll tell you." he said. "You love me, real or not real?" I asked. He paused and sighed.

"Real," he said quietly. I nodded. "I'm sorry I don't know if I love you back." I said. "It's ok. I'm just happy you're safe. I thought I lost you." he said. "You kind of did." I said. "I won't give up on you. We'll do this together." he said. "We did everything together, real or not real?" I asked. He smiled. "Real." he said.
I nodded. "Who were those men you talked to last night?" I asked. "Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape," he said. "Oh" I said. "Do you remember them?" he asked. "I think so," I said. His eyes lit up. "What do you remember?" he asked. "He's my dad." I said. Then his face fell again. "What?" he exclaimed. "I lived with him and he took care of me. I remember. I remember him being my dad. Is that real?" I asked. He looked frozen. "I-I don't- how about I get him for you?" he asked. I nodded. "Ok, can you get Cedric too?" I asked. "Cedric had to stay home," he said. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why?" I asked. "He's sick," he said. "But I just saw him. He said he would be here." I said. "I know Cam, I'm sorry," he said. I just nodded. "It's ok. Can you get my dad?" I asked. He nodded and left.

HARRY'S POV

What in the bloody hell? How does she think Professor Snape is her father? I rushed down the hall and headed for his classroom. "Potter!" someone yelled. I turned around and it was Malfoy. I just kept walking. "Potter, stop! Please!" he yelled. I ignored him until he eventually caught up to me. "What do you want, Malfoy?" I snapped. "Is she here?" he asked. I scoffed. "Is she?" he repeated. "Why do you want to know? Are you planning your next kidnapping?" I spat. "You know I never wanted to hurt her. I was-" he started. "Under the imperius curse. Yeah, I know." I said. "Can you please just tell me if she's ok?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. "What do you think? Do you think after 3 months of being there, you think she's ok?" I asked. "Does she remember me?" he asked quietly. I stopped dead in my tracks. "How do you know about that?" I asked. He was quiet. I drew my wand and pushed him against the wall. "What did you do to her?" I yelled. His eyes went dark. "You think I had anything to do with that?!" he yelled. "I wouldn't put it past you. Anything to please daddy dearest." I spat. "My father is in Azkaban thanks to you." he snapped. "Where he belongs!" I scoffed. "I didn't do anything to her. I wanted to get her out the second I saw what they were doing to her. I couldn't. Why didn't you do anything, chosen one?" he exclaimed. "I had no idea where she was, if I did-" I started. "Bullshit, I wrote to you. I told you where she was and how to get her out." he said. My heart stopped. "What?" I exclaimed. "I wrote you a letter. I didn't know where you live so I just sent it to Dumbledore and asked him to send it to you. Why didn't you do anything?" he asked. I felt sick. I wanted to be sick.

"I never got a letter." I said.