chapter one

There laid a peaceful Hermione Granger in a deep sleep in the school's hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was tending to the few survivors from the war.

"What's wrong with her?"

"I haven't the slightest idea, Severus. She appears to be in good health, just a few cuts and bruises." Madam Pomfrey said as she got up from the bed side of Seamus, whose face seem to have melted off and was now attached to his lower left arm.

"If she is in perfect health, then why is she not awake after four days?", he asked in a frustrated tone. Not knowing where his burst of anger came from, he looked across to a surprised medi-witch.

She giggled "I never said she was in 'perfect health', we just have wait for her to wake up, Merlin knows what her mentality is like after losing both her entire family and her two best friends."

"Let me know when she wakes up." Snape said coldly dashing to the hallway.

"Yes, headmaster"she nodded and got back to work on the poor Finnigan boy.

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Two more days passed and Hermione woke from peaceful slumber to an up right confusion. She didn't know where she was and no one looked even slightly familiar.

"Good morning, Hermione. How are you feeling?"

"I feel okay, but who and you and where am I?" she looked around trying to find anything that could clue her in on her situation.'That's right, my name is Hermione...'

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"So she has lost he memory, that's easy enough to fix. I'll go brew some in my office and bring it back shortly"

He returned thirty minutes later with a small vial filled with a blue substance. "Drink the whole thing" he handed it to her.

She put the tiny bottle to her lips and took a sip. "This is yucky".

Severus was puzzled by her vocabulary, he almost laughed at the childish word but instead he looked at her with intriguedeyes "drink all of it" he repeated.

"But I don't wanna".

'Even that Weasley and Potter had a better word choice, and that immature stubbornness,where is this coming from?' He raised his brow making wrinkles on his forehead appear more visible "You will drink every last drop or I shall force it down your throat."

Her eyes began to water and Madam Pomfrey turned around to see the scene. Hermione started to cry, but not only that, she threw bottle at Severus. In her bed she screamed throwing her fists and kicking her legs.

'Okay, now she is having a tantrum, the thought of Hermione Granger having one at her age was preposterous' he backed away from the broken glass and potion.

Madam Pomfrey must have figured it out when she asked sweetly "Hermione dear, how old are you?"

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is this better you guys? I tried my best to fix it so it's easier to read.