Neutral Omens

Harry grinned at Uriel's assessment of Sugarplums aptitude for actual monstrosity. "Well," he said,laughing as a tentacle tapped him on the shoulder. "I think she's wonderful just the way she is. It's sometimes almost as if she reminds me of something. Of course, I can't remember what because of not having any memory of anything that happened before last year." For a moment the image of swimming in a lake inhabited by the strangest of creatures flashed through his head. After a few seconds however it faded. He found himself shuddering slightly. "Still, it's not too bad, being and amnesiac, especially given that all the evidence suggests that before the accident I was an international drug smuggler."