I don't remember much. In fact, I don't remember anything at all. Well, that's not true. I know facts. Math. Science. History. But I can't seem to remember a single thing about my life. I can't remember anything before last Tuesday, so let's start there. On Tuesday, I woke up at exactly eight a.m. Here's the weird thing, I wake up in a hospital bed. Wearing a hospital gown. There's a large scar on my forearm. Ouch. That looks like whatever was there must've hurt. A doctor walks in and gasps. I guess she wasn't expecting me to be awake. She told me to call her Dr. Jenn, or, just Jenn. She tells me that I just appeared unconscious on the hospital porch last night, without any sign of my identity or what was wrong with me. She says that my injuries seem to be from a fall, and I look to be about twelve. I tell her I have no memories, and that I have amnesia. She laughs and says that because we don't know who I am, I can name myself. I think for a bit. "Anya." I say. "I like the name Anya." Jenn explains that since I don't have a home (They posted pictures of me everywhere, nobody said I lived with them, either my family is gone, or they didn't want me.) she will adopt me. I stayed in the hospital until Thursday, and now it's Saturday, and I'm sitting in my room inside Jenn's apartment. Jenn is really nice, but always kind of distant. She's the head doctor at the hospital I stayed in and it's a full time job. It's the middle of Summer, so there's no school and I'm stuck wandering around Jenn's apartment all day. There is one thing though. Every night, I have visions of myself as a witch. In my dreams, I go to a school called Hogwarts, where my father is the head minister and my name is Raven. Though my dreams happen overnight, an entire year of events flash by. It's like my life flashing before my eyes. Except it's not my life. It's a silly old dream about a girl named Raven Dumbledore who went to a magic school. How much more ridiculous can this get? I'm staring out my window and gasp. I see a girl my age walking down the street with what appears to be her twin brother, the twins are walking about six feet behind another family that looks like they are related to the twins. Uncles , Aunts, and cousins maybe? I feel like I know these people. The twins look exactly like my friends in my visions, Holly and Harry. Then the girl who looks like Holly sees me and yells "RAVEN?!?!?!" I back away from the window and collapse on the couch. This girl from my visions knows me by the name from my visions. Raven Dumbledore. Is it possible that my visions are my life before amnesia? No. I'm not Raven Dumbledore. I'm Anya Dare, adoptive daughter of Jenn Elizabeth Dare. And that's that. Raven Dumbledore is a figment of my imagination, and I bet those twins were too.
What do ya think? ; ) The last chapter of book one is chap 37, where Raven falls off the astronomy tower.
