PLEASE COMMENT AND CORRECT MY MISTAKES. PLEASE. This chapter is boring. Beware.

When I heard Percy's story, I turned as pale as You-Know-Who. How could You-Know-Who be back? He was dead this time I saw it! There was no way he could have come back again!

Or that's what I hoped. The wizarding world works in strange ways. There might be some death reversing spells in the Dark Arts. I'm starting to think that Hogwarts should have a unit on the Dark Arts. That way we know what to look out for. Like, not teaching us how to perform them, but telling us what kinds there are, that way we can recognize if they're saying a spell or something.

No one talked for a long time, not even Percy, who looked like he had at least a hundred questions to ask. My grandmother continued cooking, but I could tell she was still thinking about Percy's story.

Five silent minutes later, my grandma finished cooking. Even though just ten minutes before I had been as hungry as a bear, right then I found I couldn't eat a single bite. Percy must've felt differently, however.

Percy picked up his fork and ate as if it were the last meal he would ever meat. When he was done, he looked up. He still looked as though he had many questions, but now he also looked as though he had eaten when he wasn't hungry. That's when I know that he had lost his appetite but had eaten anyway.

Almost as if he's come face to face with death before.

Almost as if he believed that that meal could have been his last.

But he wasn't in the war. Where and when else did he almost die?

Then again, I could be imagining things.

"So..." Percy said. "An evil wizard has come back from the dead after he was defeated a year ago by a friend of yours?"

"Pretty much." I replied. "It's okay if you don't believe us, most people who lose their memories, or, go crazy, don't-"

"I believe you. But only because I had a dream about it." Percy replied. I laughed hard. I didn't know why. Maybe it's because when you're really worried about something, anything even slightly amusing would make you laugh as if it's the funniest thing in the world.

Percy didn't look at all confused about my laughter.

"One more thing," Percy said, "I just remembered something from my past. Well, not something, but someone."

______________________________________________________
I wanted to stop here, but this would be way too short.
______________________________________________________

"Who is it?" I asked.

"My mom! She used to make me blue food. She's awesome." Percy answered.

"Used to?" I asked.

"Well I have absolutely no idea what happened to her. I haven't had her food in a while. Though I wouldn't know that either. I also thought I said 'She makes me blue food.' I guess I misspoke." Percy replied.

"Oh, okay." I said, somewhat relieved. I didn't want anything to have happened to Percy's awesome mother. Percy seems nice, and I knew it would make him sad if something had happened to someone he cared about.

Then I thought about Harry. Percy was like Harry with no glasses.

Speaking of Harry, he promised he'd contact me this summer! And yet I haven't gotten any letters from him. I don't even know where he lived this summer. The good news is that everyone who was at the war, missed their seventh years, or was at the Death Eater Hogwarts last year was invited to go back to Hogwarts this year. Yay! I'll see Harry there!

Hopefully.

Now that Percy came and told me about his nightmare, now I'm worried that maybe that's why Harry hasn't been contacting me, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't. I was now worried for Harry's safety. What if You-Know-Who captured him? What if You-Know-Who had injured him? And then, of course, the worst thought. What is You-Know-Who had killed him? No, I thought. Let's think about something else.

"Did you say something about blue food?" I asked Percy. Then I realized he was staring into my eyes, gazing deep into my thoughts.

He knew I was worried about someone.

"Yes, my mom used to make blue food because she got into a fight with my step dad. He said that blue food doesn't exist," Percy said. He looked surprised and confused that he had remembered all that.

Okay, maybe I had been imagining that he knew that I was worried about some-

"He'll be okay, you know. Your friend. His name's Harry, right?" Percy said.

Okay never mind. He did know.

Maybe he even understood. I think I could see it in his eyes.

I could still have been imagining things.

"I don't know how, Neville, but I think I understand how you're feeling right now. You're worried for your friend, Harry. You are thinking things you wish you'd never have thought, and you're trying not to think about it. Like," Percy said, "if Harry had died. You keep doubting what you're thinking. Like if I understand. You're confused." Percy looked mildly surprised that he figured all that out.

How did he know all that?

"You're also confused by how I know all this." Percy said. "I am too. But if I had to guess, I would say that in my life before I lost my memory I experienced all those feelings. It might be more helpful if I could remember when I thought that..." Percy trailed off as though he were trying to remember something. Then I thought: he probably was.

He felt all this before? He had been really worried for a friend before? What had happened to them? He thought his friend had died? Did they die? I hoped not.

And he lost his memory.

He doesn't know what happened to the people he does remember. He might be thinking all that stuff right now! How does he stand it? Now I was almost as worried for him as I was for Harry.

Almost. Harry's the one who might be dead.

Then again, if his mom is alive, and she really is awesome, then she might be thinking that Percy I is dead. She would be worried to death! Now I feel really bad and worried for Percy and Harry. I'm worried for anyone and everyone involved in this mess.

Wait, if memory loss is caused by a spell, then who cast it? And why can Percy remember all this.

Percy was staring into my soul again.

"Please don't worry about me. Worry about the people who need worrying. Harry. My mom. My new step dad, Paul. Not my other step dad, though. My first dad. Annabeth." Percy said. He looked miserable.

Who's Annabeth? His actual dad? Was his first step dad the one that said there was no such thing as blue food? What happened to him?

"I said don't worry about him," Percy said, but he didn't sound or look mad.

We were all silent for a little while.

"So... can we go to Dragon Alley now instead of tomorrow?" Percy asked.