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Recollection of a Weasley	By : merieth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Percy/Oliver Views: 2518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Recollection
of a Weasley: Chapter 2

June 13th, 1998

2:53
pm

        "So,
doctor, any ideas on what's happening to me?" The patient known
as John Doe asked Doctor Randolph, his eyes having trouble focusing
on the man. It has been two hours since he first awakened. His
hospital bed had been propped to sitting position.

        "Mr.
Doe, cases such as your own take time to handle," Dr. Randolph
answered.

        "What
does that mean?" John asked, his left hand scratching his
fingers that just poked out from the splint. The harsh sound of his
heart monitor echoed in his ears.

        "People
with memory loss regain their memory over time: it may be tomorrow,
it may be next week, it may be never." The doctor cleared his
throat and reached over and silenced the heart monitor. "What do
you remember?"

        "I
remember that 2+2 =4, how to spell February, although anything beyond
that simple stuff is a blank." He sighed deeply.

"There
is one thing though, I have a bit of trouble seeing, was I found with
glasses on?"

"I'll look into it," was his
cryptic answer.

John Doe used his left hand to touch his hair
above his bandages, as if he was feeling it for the first
time.

"Doctor, what color is my hair?"

"Would
you like to examine yourself in a mirror?" The doctor
asked.

        "Yes,
sir."

The doctor turned away from him and went in search
of a mirror.

        "Hello,"
a small female voice said to him.

        John
looked around for the owner of the small voice. On the next bed, a
teenaged girl with so many banages around different limbs, she could
be considered a mummy, sat.

        "Hello,"
he answered back.

        "I'm
Mary," her voice spoke of youth, but she was looked to be nearly
as old as he was.

        "Hello
Mary," was all he could find to say.

        "You
don't know who you are?" the soft voice asked.

        "Yes,
I don't know who I am."

        "That's
so sad," she said. "Sometimes I wish I could forget. My
father doesn't like us, and mom has been long dead. The only reason I
remain at home is to protect my brother from my father, the court
won't grant me custody, but dad is finally in jail. I hope he
remains there for a long time."

        Her
voice dropped and John had to struggle to hear her.

        "Last
night, father got so angry with me that he pushed me down the stairs.
He walked right over me and went out. My little brother came home an
hour later and found me, such a horrible thing for a eight year old
to see."

        The
meaning of her words sunk into his skull, and he felt his cheeks
reddening with a touch of anger.

        "Mary,
I am sorry to hear of your plight. I hope you gain custody of your
brother"

        A
sniffle was heard and a faint cough followed.

        "I
tell myself that dad deserves to be in jail, sadly realizing that he
never loved us.” After a second, she perked herself up to talk
to him with a little cleared head. "Can I call you John Doe,
like the doctor called you?"

        "Yes,
Mary," John said.

        "Thanks
John."

        Doctor
Randolph returned. "I found that you had a pair of glasses in
your stuff that no one has bothered to give back to you." He
handed John Doe silver rimmed small squared off
glasses.

        John
examined them the best he could. After successfully unfolding them
with his left hand, he managed to slip them on. Blinking, his eyes
readjusted to the sights around him. He finally got a good look at
Doctor Randolph: late-twenties, brown hair, dark eyes, dressed in
doctor.

        "That's
much better, I can actually see."

        Doctor
Randolph pulled his left hand from behind his back, "I couldn't
find a mirror, but I thought this would work." In his hand was a
silver bedpan, with a reversed image reflected.

        John
gave a short laugh.

        Doctor
Randolph came closer and held the bedpan in front of John Doe and let
him examine himself.

        Fiery
red hair shown above a layer of white bandages: John brought his left
hand up to check to see if it was really he in the mirror. His hair
still managed to be a bit soft, but a little thin; he pulled a piece
to end length, about two inches. He brought his hand down over the
main bandage, then touching the many little bandages spotted on his
skin. Freckles blended with his slightly tinted skin. Blue eyes
stared back at him through his glasses. Thin pink lips lined his
mouth, and to accent it, a nose that fit the rest of his face. His
right arm is in a sling. He wasn't thin, but nicely filled. Turning
his head slightly, he flexed the muscle in his left arm, not much
muscle, but not bony. He next lifted up the standard issue hospital
sheet and looked himself over. Long pale legs were at the end, and he
crossed his feet just to make sure they were his.

"Anything look familiar?" Doctor Randolph
quipped.

        "Nope,
nothing does."

        "I
see," the doctor smiled.

        "However,
I do have a familiar urge," John smiled back.

        "And
what might that be?"

        "To
use the bathroom," he answered.

        Mary
laughed out loud next to him.

        "Nurse
Oak," Doctor Randolph called.

______

7:09
p.m.

        John Doe
let his eyes slowly drift shut. He had been awake for nearly seven
hours. More then one doctor had performed more then one test on him
to make sure he was officially "okay." From what the
doctors could tell, he was fine, aside from his right arm problem,
and memory loss. Nurse Oak had told him that in the morning they
would be moving him to Out Patient.

        "Mr.
Doe, I hope you get better. I am leaving for the day, I'll visit you
in Out Patient," Nurse Oak told him.

        John
opened them and looked up at her. "Thank you,
nurse."

        She
patted his left hand, "You'll remember, I know you
will."

        He
watched her push the door open and slip out. John moved his limbs
around to get comfortable for the night and slipped his glasses
off.

        "Oh
Merlin, Percy, what happened to you?"

        John
Doe half lididly looked up at who had seemingly talked to him. A hand
grasped his own and that woke John up.

        John
pulled his hand away, quickly slipping his glasses back on. In front
of him, a young man stood hovering over his bed. Short black hair,
straight and neat, brown eyes, and muscular. The stranger was not a
doctor, but dressed in jeans and a maroon shirt. The other guy was
obviously shocked that he tore his hand away. John shifted a couple
inches away.

        "Percy,"
the stranger said again, still disturbed.

        "Do
I know you?" John asked, taking note of the Scottish that
accented the strangers' words.

        The
strange man held something in his hand and read it. He took a step
back. "What happened to you, Percy: how did you get here? In a
muggle hospital nonetheless?"

        "Who
is Percy?!" John shouted.

        The
stranger bowed his head.

        "Excuse
me sir, visiting hours are over," another Nurse came around and
tried to guide the stranger away.

        "He
doesn't know me," the young man whispered, his voice thick with
accent.

        "Do
you know him?" the nurse asked.

        "Yes,
he is Percy Weasley," the strange young man
said.

        "Percy
Weasley?" John said more to himself then to anyone
else.

        The
stranger looked John up and down, "You don't remember
anything?"

        "No,"
John shook his head. "Who are you?"

        "Oliver
Wood," he lowered his gaze to merely the splint. "I've
known you for a long time."

        The
anonymous nurse took a step back, "If you need me, I'll be
around. Do you want your bed repositioned?" John Doe nodded. She
fixed the bed and let him get comfortable again. "Mr. Wood, I'd
ask that you only spend a few minutes here: visiting hours start
again at 9 a.m. John Doe, now Percy Weasley, will be moved to Out
Patient in the morning."

        "Thanks"
Mr. Wood spoke.

        "So,
Mr. Wood, how do I know you?"

        "We've
known each other all through our school years, and plus afterward."
Mr. Wood looked kind of uncomfortable with the situation. "Percy,
you don't remember what happened?"

        "No,
I don't. Mr. Wood, it's kind of weird being called Percy and not
knowing myself, can we slowly work into it?"

        Mr.
Wood nodded slightly. "Your parents were worried frantic when I
told them that you were missing. I was worried frantic," he
muttered off.

        "I
have a family?" John/Percy looked wide eyed, missing the end
comment.

        "You
are almost the middle child." Mr. Wood moved and leaned on the
bed.

        "Big
family?"

        "A
lot bigger then mine. It's not always the greatest thing to live in,"
Mr. Wood cryptically said.

        John
went silent, studying again the man that leaned on his bed, Mr. Wood
certainly was handsome.

        "I
guess I better be going now, I've got to talk to your family."
Mr. Wood stood, stretching his back and muscles. John once again
found himself checking the other man out.

        "Mr.
Wood, I look forward to talking to you again. I want to remember my
past, to remember anything that I can." John tensely messed with
his glasses.

        "Bye
John," Mr. Wood stepped away from the bed. He let his hand
lightly brush over John's good left.

        John
knew not what to make of this. He watched as Oliver Wood pushed open
the door and stepped out into the main hallway.

        "Nurse,
I'm ready to sleep now," John paged the nurse.

What John
didn't know, and what no one saw, Oliver Wood stepped into an empty
elevator and with a 'pop' he was gone, silently crying over Percy
Weasley.

        Many
thoughts passed through John's head. 'Why did I keep checking him
out? Am I gay? Oliver Wood acted like there was something between
us.' John lifted up his hand that Oliver Wood had grasped like a
lifeline and flexed his fingers, remembering the feel of Oliver's
callused fingers over his. 'Why was he so persistent in wanting to
know what happened? He was concerned over me, but it was unusual."
John slipped his glasses back off and was ready to slip into
sleep.

        "Did
you learn anything from that guy?" the nurse politely inquired.
She repositioned the bed.

        "Oliver
Wood is his name and he is a link to my past," John answered,
himself repositioning for sleep. "My family is coming to visit
tomorrow."

        "That's
nice, then before they do, lets make you presentable in the
morning."

        "Nurse,
one more question, what's a muggle?"

        The
nurse looked quizingly at him, "Haven't the faintest, but then I
don't follow pop culture."

        "Thanks,"
John said.

The nurse pulled the curtain shut to give him
privacy.

John sighed to himself. "Percy Weasley," he
mumbled his name, shutting his eyes and slipping into a dreamless
sleep.

-----____---===

I hope you enjoyed reading this part.
There is a distinct lack of Percy/Oliver fics on adult-fanfiction.org
and it would be nice for someone else to get a little inspiration to
write their own. I don't think I've ever read an amnesia fic for
Percy/Oliver.
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