The first thing she could feel was the bitter pain sitting just behind her eyeballs, which no matter how she struggled she could not make her eyes open. This caused her to panic even more, her hands, jerking at first, then flew up to her face to investigate the issue, and she felt bandages over the eyes and the bridge of her nose. She felt a set of hands gently take hers in them and guide them back to her lap, where the foreign hands continued to hold hers in comfort, a thumb gently petting her knuckles.

"Dora, darling, calm down." She heard. There was another voice, someone said something about getting a healer, and there was motion. She tried to pull away again, but the same voice, calm and soothing, spoke again. "You're going to hurt yourself, please."

Easy for you to say, she thought to herself, you can see. But she was confused- that was not her father's voice. But only he called her 'Dora', the shortened form of the first name she hated so much. Her mind reeled, trying to place, who was speaking, where she was, why her head hurt so badly.

"Oh!" Another, friendly sounding female had entered the room. "You are awake! How wonderful. Let's get those blinders off." She felt the hands which had held her own let go, the sound of a chair being moved away echoed in her ears, and then the very gentle unwinding of the bandages covering her face.

Once the bandages were removed, she squeezed shut her eyes as tightly as she could, the light peaking through the lids alone was stabbing and added to the throbbing in her head. "Ma'am, I need to examine your eyes." The woman said, tipping her chin up. "Open up."

"The lights..." She hissed, recoiling.

"I've got them." The voice from before said. After just a brief moment the lights faded with a click.

"Now, please," She opened her eyes and found the owner of the kind sounding female voice was a grey haired woman who had deep set wrinkles when she smiled, which she did as soon as their eyes met.

"Can you please tell me your full name and date of birth, and the year?" She ask, shining the tip of her wand into her eyes, which she held open with two fingers.

"Gah-" She groaned. "Please. It hurts. Is my mum here?" She pulled away after the second eye was fully examined- and yet nobody answered her question, she she sighed and answered theirs. "May twenty-eighth, nineteen seventy three." She winced her eyes closed tightly again, this time pressing her hands over them to protect from any further pain.

"And your full name, please?" The woman ask gently, as if guiding her along.

"Nymphadora Andromeda Tonks." She finally admitted, the annoyance at the full title not at all hidden from her voice.

"And the year, darling." The healer said calmly.

"Nineteen ninety-three?" She said. The healer clicked her tongue. There was the sound of a chair moving again, and a door opened and shut.

"Your eyes will probably hurt like this for another few hours- the photo-phobia is due to lack of use for the past ten days." The healer explained. "Here," She helped Tonks take grasp of a small cup. "Drink this potion, sleep. It will help."

Tonks did as she was told, then laid back with the healer's assistance onto her bed, pulling the cover over her eyes. She had many questions, but mostly she felt week and tired and was unable to question any of it for sheer lack of strength and energy. Fatigue took her over, and she dozed off to sleep.

Upon closing the door, Healer Fischer walked over to where her patient's husband stood, head against the wall, hands bracing him on either side. She gently laid a hand on the younger wizard's shoulder. "This is not uncommon-"

"We have a newborn." He said, and it was then the healer realized he was crying.

"Mr. Lupin," She tried to comfort, but she took a couple steps backwards when he whirled around, his overly exhausted eyes glittering with flakes of gold as anger took his face over, then faded.

"I'm sorry." She repeated. Is her mother still with us? It might be a better idea to have her here?" She suggested, still keeping her distance.

"She has our son." He said, looking at the floor. "But I suppose I can-" He trailer off, paced around the hall and came back to face Healer Fischer. "Her mother hates me. She wouldn't have admitted before, but now she could- She could try to... to..." A sob erupted from his chest, he slid shoulder first into the wall nearest him and he melted into the floor in a pool of emotion. Healer Fischer came over and dropped herself down to come to a rest next to him.

"Listen, child," The older witch said firmly, "You love that girl. I can tell. I've seen you coming in and out over a week, taking that little baby in there. Reading to her. Brushing her hair..." She sighed. "Mother-in-laws can be monstrous. But I have been practicing magical medicine for longer than you have been alive. I have never seen a case of trauma induced amnesia be permanent. Not once."

"She's my world." Remus mumbled quietly.

"Son," She laid a wrinkled hand on his shoulder, "Go get your son. Hold him. Sleep. Hold him. Come back. Leave the mother-in-law at home for the moment. Doctor's orders."

"I-" Remus sputtered, rubbing his hands roughly over his face. The door at the opposite end of the hall opened, and Harry Potter came in, along with Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"Remus?" Harry, ask, picking up is pace upon taking in the scene. He made it over much quicker than the girls and sat on the floor before the older wizard. "Remus, is something wrong?"

"Er-" Remus swallowed, nodded, and Harry paled. Hermione and Ginny settled down near by. He looked over to the kind old healer.

"You friend has traumatic amnesia. It won't be forever, but it will be hard- Especially when she has memory lost since before she was married. She doesn't have the year correct by a fair few years. She won't know her son, however." She explained.

"We'll help you anyway we can, Professor." Ginny said, arms crossed, brow furrowed.

"Anything, Remus." Hermione confirmed, "With Teddy, or housework. Whatever we can."

Remus sat listening, nodding slightly. "Thank you." He said in a small voice. He cleared his throat, looking over at Harry. "You're still going to stay, right?"

"Of course, as long as it is still alright." Harry nodded.

"Thank you." He all but whispered.

"Well," The Healer said after a moment, "Looks like these kids are good hands for me to leave you in. Mr. Lupin, the sedative I gave your wife will last quite a few hours. Please, go rest." She looked around the group, making sure someone confirmed they would see to it that he did indeed get some rest before heading off.

"Here," Harry pulled himself up from the floor and offered a hand to help Remus up, "There." He dusted the werewolf off a bit, "Let's go check on Teddy Bear, yeah?"

Together they walked down the hall, slowly, as Remus was nervous about leaving his wife, all of them wondering where they needed to go from there.

I love amnesia fics, but have never tried to write one.
Hope this is okay!
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