Annihilated

I don’t know how long I lay there. I look at the high ceiling, it’s so high it makes me slightly nauseous. The nurse, Poppy keeps casting things on me with her wooden stick. She doesn’t explain anything to me. She told me that she does this in order to protect me. She needs to check if I am « one of them ». Other people have arrived, they wear protection gears and I am unable to move. They’ve handcuffed me to the bed. It’s a standard procedure they tell me. It’s to protect themselves because I could be dangerous. Professor McGonagall somehow managed to convince these strange cops that she wanted to stay by my side. Her facial expression shows clear signs of pity but also disbelief and a slight hint of anger. They keep asking me if I know anything about some guy named « Voldemort ». I denied, I didn’t know anything. It didn’t take them long before they knew what was wrong with me. The police were sent outside for a moment and Professor McGonagall sat down next to me on the bed. She took my hand comfortingly.
« You were obliviated » explained Madame Pomefrey.
I looked at her a bit confused.
« What does that mean? » I asked
»You’ve lost all your memories due to a spell. »
I was shocked but it was true. I didn’t remember anything.
« Luckily, the caster was not quite skilled so there is a chance you might actually recover your memories. » The nurse continued to explain to me.
It was strange, they were talking about spells and casting as if it was natural. We’re spells something that came from those wooden sticks everyone seemed to carry around. Was it a new trend? I was confused.
« I am afraid I don’t quite follow »
« Your memories were erased. » The nurse explained to me
« I got that. But « spells », « caster » what does that mean ? »
To that both of the women were stiff. Like they were shocked. As if I just asked them something so natural that they forgot to explain it to me.
« You are a witch » said professor McGonagall.
I looked at her.
« Usually this is the part where I ask the student if they remember anything strange happening to them when they were kids, but we’ll skip that part. »
I smiled.
» Some people are born with a special gene that allows them to perform magic. You are one of them. Yet, you didn’t attend this school, which is a school for magic students. We don’t know who you are so we’ll have to take you to the real magic hospital to figure out who you are. »
I looked at her with big eyes, trying to take in all the information she just gave me. I was a witch. I could perform magic. This was new information. Somehow I could feel that this wasn’t information I had before someone had wiped my memory.
« Thank you for your explanation. »
»We’ll soon apparate you to the hospital, since you have no visible physical injuries, normally it shouldn’t cause any harm. Professor McGonagall has offered to come with you and will stay by your side most of the time. »
Professor McGonagall took my arm and I was squished into a tiny hole. When I opened my eyes, I threw up and realized I was in a hospital. A sharp pain appeared in my ribs. I screamed louder than I knew a person could scream.