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Forgetting to Forget You
By Dragon's Dreamss
Chapter I
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Remembering to Forget,
The days that have past,
The rains that have fallen,
The stars that have twinkled,
Remembering to Forget,
The lives that I have lived,
The love that I shared,
The days I have spent with you,
Remembering to Forget,
The rivers that flowed,
The mountains that stood,
The memories that have gone,
I may never remember to forget.
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Severus pushed his ice cream away in disgust. It smelt of strawberries and tasted of vanilla. It wasn't that he detested sweet sugary desserts or that he only liked chocolate. But it reminded him of his lost love… She had disappeared into thin air and left him when they were only twenty. They had been together for three years and were married. He still wore the ring, but not on his finger. It lay around a thin silver chain, buried beneath layers of black robes. It was cold and heavy against his skin and it reminded him of all of the pain. He closed his eyes as he pulled it out of his neckline and fingered the gold ring. Albus was to his right and Minerva was to his left. Both of them looked very glum. Miss Granger had been to believed to be dead as she had been missing for about five months… Hermione? He shook his head to himself, his black hair swinging lightly in the ponytail at his nape. It couldn't be-
"Will all of the students please meet out at the lake at eight o'clock for the memorial of Miss Hermione Granger. Please wear black and be respectful," Albus told the students while Minerva blew her nose on Dumbledore's handkerchief. "You are dismissed." He sat back down and patted Severus on his back. He just glared back at him.
"At least you won't have to change, dear boy," Albus told Severus trying to cheer up. Minerva just cried harder. She stood up and walked down along the long tables. Albus shook his head and followed solemnly. Soon most of the professors had left the hall, but Severus still sat in his chair staring off into the enchanted ceiling. It had become dark outside and stars began to twinkle brightly. He scanned the facsimile of the sky and found the star that he had named after his love… his Hermione. He had named it for her as a wedding gift, and she had loved it almost as much as she loved him. He ran his hand though his hair and sighed. Why did his Hermione have to leave him?
"Damn!" He swore as he threw down the ring. It clanged on the stone floor loudly. He glared at it as if that would solve all the world's problems. Sadly, it didn't seem to work. His face softened as he thought about her. She had left him… He shouldn't love her anymore. He would never forget her and never stop loving her even if his life depended on it. He was determined to get her back. He picked up the ring and broke the silver chain easily. He slid it on his ring finger. Amazingly, it fit perfectly. For the first time in twenty years, he smiled and walked out of the great hall happy.
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Black, roses, tears, and tissues… funerals and memorials couldn't get any better, Severus thought sarcastically as Albus preformed the ceremony. There was a sea of black-cloaked students, many of which were sniffling and crying silently. So what if Granger died… Granger… Hermione Granger… Was it her? They did have the same first name… but then she isn't really dead… or is-was she? Severus thought, confused for one of the first times in his life.
"We are gathered here today in remembrance of Miss Hermione Granger. She was brilliant muggle born among discriminating purebloods, but still she managed to achieve the most of what she could do. Now that she is gone we will always remember her for who she was and everything she had done for the order …" Severus zoned out not caring about what Albus was saying. He just stared forward into space thinking about her. He still fingered the gold band on his ring finger. He sat there until something caught his attention. A young woman was walking up to the funeral. She looked oddly familiar to Severus. She had long rich chestnut curls that reached her waist and had a very confident stride. She had a warm smile on which contrasted greatly with the sea of frowns. Her clothing was also different… very seventies. White bellbottoms with silver glitter butterflies, a silver belt, and a tight sleeveless shirt. She strolled up a black head near the isle.
"Now we will settle into a moment of silence," Albus finished as the brunette squinted at him confusedly, as if she had knew him, but he had changed. She tapped the black haired man on the shoulder, trying to get his attention. Severus raised an eyebrow as he watched her. Her voice came out clear among the dreadful silence.
"James? James? What's going? James! Can you hear me? James," the brunette said to the black head of Harry Potter. He turned around to her and his eyebrows raised. He cocked his head in thought, as if to register her looks.
"I don't know you, sorry," Potter said, turning back around. She was now attracting a lot of attention. She walked back around to him and looked him in the eyes, and then up to his scar. Her eyes widened in shock. Severus leaned forward to get a better look at the beautiful woman. She looked so familiar, but who was she. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
"How did you get that, James? You seem to have Lilly's eyes… Where are Remus, Lilly, Sirius, and Severus? Albus told us to come here. He said he had something important to tell us. Did someone die? I don't remember anyone dying… Hello, James?"
"I've already told you, I am not James. My father is. Who are you anyway?"
"Harry? Why – what- when is it? You live in 1997… that means… I'm back."
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A/n: Ooo! Cliffhanger… Wow… I'm talented! Please review… it makes me write faster and write much better stories! Well… yep… really sucky story, eh? The suckiness of this story is caused by fatal chocolate loss…