Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am just using JK Rowlings fabulous ideas to write a fanfic.

Authors Note: I hope you all like this fanfic. It is something I think may happen, or could to Hermione. I think you should all enjoy it and please, please Read and Reveiw. I don't care if you think it's crap(I hope you don't!), just tell me what you think. I will write another chapter as soon as I can, if you want me to. Well, enough talk, here it is! (Da Da Da Da!)


Things Forgotten

Chapter One

Hermione Granger lay still as she listened to the sounds of the morning: the birds singing outside, the kettle whistling in the kitchen, and her fiancées creaking footsteps in the hall. The brass doorknob turned and she sat upright.

"Shh," he said, "go back to sleep, this is your day. You shouldn't be up." She looked at him. His brown hair was still messy from sleep and the bags under his eyes showed he hadn't gotten much.

"Chris, I have a job," she answered, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The floorboards creaked as she padded across them. Hermione kissed softly him on the cheek and walked out of the bedroom and into the bright kitchen. The light poured in on the countertop, making it shine. She stood for a moment, watching the light dance across it. The light triggered a memory, a memory about a bright flash, followed by a cry of despair. But before she could think about it anymore, she came to, and pushed the memory aside. Hermione grabbed her hot coffee and sat down at the table. She tucked a lock of her thick, curly brown hair behind her ear and started reading the daily news.

"You should really take the day off," Chris said interrupting her, and as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Just because it is my birthday doesn't mean that's an excuse for me to stop working," she snapped.

"Fine, fine, but I think that you deserve a break. You're always helping people; you need to find time to pamper yourself."

"Chris, I really appreciate it, but I can't. I love my job," Hermione answered, not telling him the real reason she didn't want to be alone for a day.

"Ok, if you insist. Just promise you won't be late for supper?" he asked with a hopeful expression.

"I promise," she replied with a grin, but she quickly looked away, fearing he would see her worry in her smile.


"Early this morning people all over London claimed to have seen green meteors fall down from the heavens and red lighting, which appeared slightly after. Mary Jenison of northwest London told UKN: "I was outside for a jog, and I looked in the sky, and there they were, green meteors. Maybe 'bout ten fell down. I didn't see where, some trees were blockin' my view. Then the lightin' came, 13 flashes. I stood there after, and looked around, but nothin' else came. It happened so quickly I swore I could've been dreamin' the whole thing." Was she? Tune in to UKN at 6:00 to find out and hear more meteor and lighting viewers speak out."

"Rubbish," Hermione said trying to push away the feeling that she had heard about, or even seen this before.And that somehow, somewhere, this could be a matter of life and death. She turned off her radio as she pulled her car into the parking lot and walked into the cool office, taking off her coat, and hanging it up.

"Morning, Hermione," her secretary, Jen, said with a cheerful grin.

"Morning Jen. Did you hear about that nonsense on the news about the meteors and the lighting? Wild stories people make up these days."

"Oh, yes I heard. Everyone's talking about it. When will people stop backing these things up? Next they'll be saying dragons are flying over London," she laughed. Hermione joined in, but the eerie feeling came back, and her laughter faltered.

"Well, then, when is my first patient coming?" she asked the secretary.

"In about thirty minutes," Jen replied, looking at her clipboard. She walked over to a grey filing cabinet, pulled open a drawer, and grabbed a thin file.

"Here you go," she said and handed it to her.

"Thanks." Hermione replied and walked to her desk to look through the file. She concentrated on her work, trying to distract herself somehow from it, but the feeling would not leave her.


"SURPRISE!" everyone shouted as she entered the beige break room for lunch. Hermione stood there in shock.

"Wow. This is a surprise," she stammered. The laughter swallowed her as she made her way over to a group of nurses.

"Happy Birthday, Hermione," Shari said happily and hugged her.

"Thanks guys. This is really nice of you," she responded.

"You deserve it; you are always working those extra hours." Wendy piped in.

"Mmhmm," Tanya said as she pursed her thin lips, "We were glad too do this."

"Still, thank you so much," she said and hugged them. The small, bright, break room was packed with people, but Hermione felt very empty in it. The feeling kept haunting her thoughts and making her feel small, and incomplete. Why couldn't she remember? She couldn't escape it, or her thoughts that followed it. She barely noticed as she talked to friends and colleagues. The sweet, creamy frosting tasted like sand in her mouth and the laughter just sounded like an annoying buzz.

"You know, you really should take the rest of the day off," Greg said as they sat talking towards the end of the lunch hour.

"You should," Janet replied, her grey eyes piercing Hermione.

"You must," Parker insisted. Everyone averted there attention to her, wondering what she'd do. She sat on the couch, considering it. She knew she was feeling terrible, and yet she didn't want to leave. She didn't want to be stuck with that feeling, but yet, she wanted to feel it and to figure out what it meant. And so she agreed.


Hermione drove around the streets trying to figure out what to do. She didn't want to listen to the radio for fear of hearing about the meteors and the lightning. She didn't want to eat anything, even though her stomach was aching with hunger. So she found herself driving about, looking for a place to go, and something to do. All the while, her mind racing about what the feeling meant.

Hermione parked her car next to the curb and opened the door. She stepped onto the dark pavement and made her way to the store at the end of the street. The dresses in the windows were magnificent: bright red, shimmering gold, and deep blue fabrics were made into wonderful gowns. Purses of all shapes and sizes adorned the manikins' hands. Delicate shoes were on their feet. Millions of dollars of diamonds draped there necks, wrists, and ears. Yet, she didn't notice them. The feeling was consuming her thoughts. Where had she seen a meteor like that before? When did red lightning strike in the past? What did they mean? Who was in trouble? Was anyone in trouble? She tried to remember but failed, again, to come up with anything. It was as if something, or someone didn't want her to remember. Hermione turned around frustrated. This was driving her insane. If only something would trigger her memory. As she thought these things, she hurriedly walked back to her car. And was not paying attention as she ran into a figure. A figure that wore a tattered maroon sweater, and had bright-red hair.