Hello, everyone! This is my first fanfiction-ever, so I apologize in advance for any awkward writing of...stuff. This is a Dramione story that I've had rattling around for awhile, because they were my first ship, and why not? Thank you for reading and please read and review.
I own nothing. It all belongs to J. K. Rowling, who I thank everyday for the magical world of Hogwarts. Not literally, though. *laughs nervously*
Chapter 1
The fire was rising up around them, and she could hear voices yelling in fear and panic. The brooms wound their way in and out of the stacks of burning items, hidden relics of past Hogwarts students, generation after generation. She could hear Crabbe's screams as he burned, and she winced, turning to bury her face into Ron's back as they flew towards the door.
Hermione jerked awake with a shriek. People around her moved and she felt hands trying to calm her down. When she reached for her wand, she only felt skin and upon looking down, she saw herself in a hospital gown, in a bed. "'Mione, it's me, it's me, calm down," she heard a vaguely familiar voice saying before she slumped back down, gasping. "Where am I? Where's my wand?" she demanded. "How did I get here from the Room of Requirement?"
A man's face appeared over her's, an older wizard. "It's okay, Miss. Please relax. You're at St. Mungo's and we will get everything explained to you in a moment. Just let us see how you're don't know what's happened to you yet."
"Well, find out," the voice from before demanded. The healer turned. "Sir, please wait outside. I'll be out in a moment to tell you how she is. Perhaps the Potters would like to know that she is awake?" A door opened and closed and she jerked backup. "Harry's here? I want to see him." "And you will in a moment. Please, let me check how you are doing, Miss." The healer's voice was still calm and she lay back down. "What happened at the battle? Is it over?We must have won. Why aren't you treating the more serious patients? Don't worry about me! You should be helping others!"
The man looked at her strangely. Then he turned and called for another person who came up and they conversed in low tones, looking at her worriedly. The other healer, a women, came over and began murmuring spells. The first healer straightened up, looking concerned. "Alright, Hermione, I need you to-" The door burst open and red hair appeared. "Hermione! Are you alright! What's happened to her?" Ron directed the last part at the doctor, who now seemed truly worried. "Hermione sat up. "Ron! Oh, thank God. What's going on? What happened at the battle?" He frowned. "What?" He turned to the healer again. "What is going on?" The man shrugged. "I was trying to discern that just now. She keeps mentioning a battle. Does she mean the Battle of Hogwarts? Why would she be mentioning that?" Harry then appeared with someone else, but Hermione was too distracted to register. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I'm talking about the fight. The fire? Voldemort?" Everyone's face registered real alarm now. "Hermione?" Harry asked carefully, sitting down. "What is the last thing you remember, before waking up?" She frowned. "The fire Crabbe set in the Room of Requirement while we were getting the Horcrux. I remember us flying out. Why?" she demanded, panicking. Everyone was frozen, not saying anything. "What?" she asked. "What's happe-" "Oh, for God's sake, wait for me, Harry," a blond man, demanded, striding into the room. He smiled slightly, though, and came across the room, straight to her, sitting on her bed. "How are you feeling, love? Have you figured out what happened?" he asked the doctor. "Uh, Draco," Ron said. "Hold on a moment."
"Hold on. Malfoy? What are you doing here? What is going on..." her voice trailed off as Malfoy asked her what was wrong. "Harry?" she asked. "What year is it?" He swallowed and looked at her. "It's 2012, Hermione. The Battle of Hogwarts has been over for 14 years."
"WHAT?"
Malfoy looked sick. "You-the last thing you remember is the Battle of Hogwarts?"
"Yes," she snapped. "Why are you here? What has happened? Why can't I remember anything?"
Harry leaned forward. "Hermione, relax. I'll explain. 24 hours ago, you were brought into the ward unconscious, having been hit with some sort of spell. You're an Auror now," he added. "We don't know what, and the doctors have been taking care of you the whole time. It seems-" he swallowed."It seems it was some kind of hostile memory loss spell. But we'll fix it!"he said quickly. "Right?" He looked at the Healers and the rest of the people followed suit. "The man looked bewildered. "I-I hope so," he stammered. "I've never seen a memory loss like this from a spell, but we'll start immediately."
Hermione turned back to her friends, frowning. "You do look older," she noted. "You'll have to catch me up on everything." Malfoy stirred next to her, looking miserable. She frowned again. "And another thing. Why is he here?" Everyone looking worried again instantly. "OK, Hermione? Don't freak out," Ron started hesitantly. 'I'm your husband,"Malfoy blurted out suddenly. She snapped around to look at him.
"WHAT?"
And...that's it-for now. I will post as soon as the next chapter is available. Tell me how bad it was, please. I'm very good with criticism. Also, Ron/Harry? Harry/Ginny? You destroy one canon couple, might as well take them all down, right? Please R&R and I already love you for reading this far.