Author's Note:

Hello guys! I'm sure some of you have already read this before, as it has been posted before, but I wasn't happy with what I had posted, so I had it re-edited by my amazing beta MemoirsofaLostCause. She has seriously been crazy supportive and I now feel like it's time to repost this story and I hope you all enjoy it!

As usual, if you know it, I don't own it. And I love reviews!


Chapter 1: Waking Up In Confusion

There was a bright light. I gazed upon it, unblinkingly, confused by my surroundings. The light faded and my world turned black.

I opened my eyes again to see myself in a sterile, white room. 'Where am I?' I thought.

A machine to my left blared in the desolate room, but my head felt too heavy to look at it. I hoisted my right arm to scratch my forehead, but saw it sitting comfortably in a cast. I must have been in a hospital, the only explanation for the beeping and the cast.

I squinted, looking at the sign above the door. "St. Mungo's?" I read out loud. I frowned, confused; I'd never heard of this place before. "Hello?" I whispered, suddenly wary of the new place. "Is anyone here?" I continued whispering.

After minutes of worrying, I decided to give up and return to sleep, fearing no one was coming to save me from this odd place. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard the light sound of the door opening. I blinked just in time to see my mother slide through the door. She looked exhausted; her face gaunt and bags beneath her eyes. My eyes instantly brightened, but my body felt too tired to move. She slowly walked to the end of my bed, tucking in the blankets around my feet.

When I realized she was ignorant to my awakening, I gathered the strength to croak out one word. "Mum?"

Her head immediately snapped up and I noticed the tears staining her cheeks. "Hermione," she gasped, relief filling her voice. She ran over to the top of my bed and hugged my shoulders, beginning to sob. "I was so worried!" she sobbed into my hair.

My mind wandered, wondering what happened to make her so worried about me. I felt like I had been sleeping for just a short time. When I fell out of my stupor, I saw my father and a doctor, looking on awkwardly from the door.

The doctor walked over to my bed and smiled. "My name is Robert and I will be your Healer for the time being, as your usual Healer has left for the next couple of days. You gave us a scare there, Miss Granger."

I frowned. "Did you just call yourself a Healer?" I asked, bewildered. Shouldn't he have said doctor?

"Oh dear," the Healer worried.

"What?" I inquired. Something was wrong, I could see it in the man's eyes. Everything about this was so familiar, and at the same time, so different. My mind wanted to scream at me, shrieking I knew what they were talking about; nevertheless, the proceedings bemused me.

"Miss Granger, I'm afraid you may have amnesia. I'll have to do a couple of tests to be sure, but its very possible," the Healer told me nervously.

Hmm. I tried to think about everything the "Healer" told me. I can't comprehend what I should remember. One moment, I remember seeing a bright light; the next, I woke up in this odd place.

The Healer suddenly unsheathed a twig and I tensed, alarmed. Would he hit me with it so I could remember what happened? He sensed my panic and told me to relax. He waved the stick across my body, as if it was going to do something. What kind of silly hospital is this? When the stick reached the top of my head, it sparked purple. The twinkle faded as quickly as it came. It shocked me and I gasped in awe, marveling at its beauty. Though how it came out the end of that stick intrigued me.

I commenced wondering if this was an amateur magician hospital, when two men — one ginger, the other raven-locked— appeared out of nowhere! "Hermione!" they bellowed, delighted to see that me awake.

I gazed up at them, confusion filling my eyes. "I'm sorry," I went about, failing to meet their eyes. "I'm not quite sure I know who you are..." melancholy grew inside me; I positively knew the men, but my mind came up blank as to who they are. The redhead's mouth dropped after I finished stuttering and the brunette looked shocked. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, not wanting anyone to be upset with me.

My mother, who refused to leave my side, bawled again. Everyone stood tense, staring at me awkwardly — no one knowing what to say. Finally, Mum gazed at the Healer, clearing the tears off her face, and asked gently, "Will she ever get her memory back?"

The Healer suddenly looked apologetic. "That I couldn't tell you," he mused.

The eumelanin looked at me again. "You really don't remember who I am?"

I stared at him, searching my mind for the familiar face, but came up short and shrugging. "I'm sorry — I really am — but I just can't remember you." I turned to the fiery redhead, "Or you. I wish I could, I'm obviously very close with both of you. I honestly don't even know what happened to me. I'm lucky I remember my own name at this point." I finish speaking and everyone stared at me again. I sighed, glanced at the Healer, and resigned, "I need to go for a walk. Please, tell me I can take a walk."

He peered at my mother and regarded me. "I don't see any problem with that: your legs aren't damaged and should work fine. As long as its okay with your parents," he answered hesitantly.

My mother and father observed me, both appeared to be scared. I gave a small smile. "I just need some fresh air."

Just as Dad was about to protest, I made it reassuring, for good measure. Seemed good enough to push him over, as he sighed and finally agreed.

I grunted, picking my body up to walk. I don't remember it being this difficult to move. Slowly but surely, I made my way out the door and into the hallway. Everyone sent me friendly smiles, which I returned for politeness' sake. Making it to the end of the hall was no easy task, though; I endured extreme exhausted by the time I made it that far.

I stood at the end, catching my breath; a blonde boy walked by me, stopped paces passed me, and pivoted. He seemed very handsome, looking nothing like anyone I knew. His eyes glistened with surprise as he expressed in complete incredulity: "Granger?"