A/N: Hey guys! This is not my first fanfic, however it is my first Harry Potter fanfic, my others were about TV shows. This story is Dramione and Ron/Hermione. I hope you'll give it a chance. A please review!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I would be taking a money bath right now, which I'm not.

Harry stood grinning at the unconscious Macnair. He had been tracking him for over four months now and had been anticipating this moment. The moment when he could look the cold blooded killer in the eye and know he would never harm anyone again. Macnair was one of the few Death Eaters that the Ministry hadn't caught after the war. He moved around and never revealed his true identity to anyone.

Harry was sitting in his office, awaiting the guards that would take Macnair to Azkaban. When the men finally came, he felt a huge weight being lifted off of his shoulders. The vicious Death Eater was now behind bars. Naturally, he thought nothing could bring him down, not only had he caught a Death Eater, but this just about guaranteed he'd be head of the Auror Department when his boss left. Of course, he was wrong.

It only took ten seconds for all his happiness to melt away. His secretary, Lisa, walked in, "Harry, St. Mungo's just called regarding a Miss Hermione Granger, they said it was urgent that you see her."

"D-did they say what was wrong?" Harry asked quietly, his voice shaking.

"No, they didn't"

Harry leapt out of his chair and ran down the short hallway, skidding to a stop when he got to Ron's office.

"Woah mate, slow down before you hurt yourself." Ron said, jokingly. He obviously hadn't gotten a call like Harry's.

"Ron, we have to go, Hermione is in the hospital." And then they were off. They disapparated into St. Mungo's lobby seconds later, frantic and craving answers.

They went through all the aggravatingly slow details, taking the lift, finding Hermione's room and calling Ginny.

When they walked into her room, she was so still that Harry had the sudden urge to make sure she had a pulse. He refrained.

Hermione was confused. She was in a sea of people, all smiling and talking to her, but she didn't know any of them. She felt strangely claustrophobic, being around all these strangers. They all seemed to know her, so why didn't she know them? Happiness spread throughout her as she realized she was waking up and all those strangers had been a dream.

The first thing she saw was a head of flaming red hair. It was a man, a good looking man, pacing furiously across the room. He looked rather distraught and Hermione hoped she hadn't upset him. There was another man, this one with dark hair and glasses looking equally worried.

"Hello" Hermione said as the two men both instantly turned to look at her.

"Hermione!" The red haired one yelled as he darted over to embrace her, "We were so worried! The healer told us you were in a car accident, I always told you those muggle inventions were dangerous. I'm really glad you're okay, the healer kept talking about brain damage and all this other horrible stuff. But I told him you're strong, I told him you would be fine. Of course, he was—"

"Ron!" The dark haired one said, cutting off the babbling one.

"Sorry" The one named Ron mumbled.

"How do you feel Hermione?" The dark haired one asked.

"Okay I guess, I have a wicked headache, but otherwise fine. " I explained to the men. Maybe they were healers? That's why they knew my name. But, Ron, the red haired one spoke like he knew me, like we had a personal relationship. Maybe he was my boyfriend, I thought. But, if I did know him, why couldn't I remember him? In fact, I couldn't remember anyone. Why didn't I know anyone? Surely I had friends.

Just then a red haired woman walked in. She was holding the hand of a small child who couldn't have been any older than three.

"Oh, Hermione!" She said looking relieved, "I was so worried when Harry called me."

I was wondering who Harry was when a healer walked in, "Ah, Miss Granger, you are awake" he said, stating the obvious.

After going through some annoying questions about how I felt, I spoke up.

"I feel fine, but…." I trailed off. I wasn't sure how to tell these people, the people that obviously loved me, that I didn't know who they were.

"What is it Hermione?" Asked the red haired woman, who was now sitting with the boy on her lap.

"Well, I'm very happy you're all here, but …. Um, Who are you?" I asked nervously.

Harry looked at Hermione incredulously. She's didn't know who he was. She couldn't remember them. He looked around the room and saw sorrow. Ron's eyes had started to water and he had disbelief spread across his face. Ginny looked shocked, she had her mouth wide open, as if gaping at a three headed dog named Fluffy.

Immediately, the healer went to work asking Hermione questions.

"You do not remember any of these people?" He asked slowly gesturing to Harry, Ron and Ginny.

"No" ,Hermione said, anxiously glancing at them.

"Do you know who you are?" The healer asked

"Of course."

"State your name"

"Hermione Jean Granger"

"Your birth date"

"September Nineteenth"

"Your age"

"Twenty five"

"Your marital status"

"Uhh" Hermione said, obviously not knowing the answer. Harry wanted to cry, how could Hermione not know if she was married? He felt sick, he had been so happy less than an hour ago and now he felt like he wouldn't ever be again.

"Ms Granger" The healer said, interrupting Harry's thoughts "Could you tell me the spell to make something levitate?"

"Wingardium Leviosa" She responded

"To unlock a locked door?"

"Alohomora"

"Good. Could I see you two gentlemen outside?" The healer asked Harry and Ron. They both nodded and walked outside, not sure what to expect.

"It seems that Ms. Granger has had some brain damage." The healer explained

"You think?" Ron asked sarcastically

"She remembers facts and statistics, things she was taught. However she has no memories of being taught these things. So she will remember spells, addresses, important dates, but not faces or places. She will not remember you, but she should still be capable of doing things, such as her job. Whether the memory loss is permanent or not I don't know, but you should try to do things that will jog her memory. Take her to familiar places; make her favorite foods, etc.

Harry and Ron walked back into the room to find Hermione and Ginny talking.

I watched the red headed woman play with the boy. I assumed he was her son, because they had the same eyes. I wanted to talk to her, ask her if we were close, but I was nervous. What if she didn't like the new confused me? What if I upset her?

Finally gathering the courage I asked "What's his name?"

She looked up smiling, but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "His name is James Sirius Potter" She explained "He is mine and Harry's son. He is also your Godson."

My eyes widened, "I have a godson?" I asked. The red head nodded and came and sat on my bed.

"You were there when he was born two years ago and you read up on babies all throughout my pregnancy, giving me tips. You were a huge help." She said

"So, you and I must be really close." I said, wishing I could remember this woman, wishing I could remember her child.

"Yeah, you're my best friend Hermione, I mean, we've known each other since your first year."

"My first yea r of what?" I asked curiously.

"Merlin, Hermione! Your first year of Hogwarts! Please tell me you know what Hogwarts is?"

"Of course, Hogwarts is the most prestigious wizarding school there is! It's been around for centuries longer than any of the other schools! I know all about it, but I can't say I remember it." I said glumly.

It was then I noticed how strong this woman must be. She sat here, explaining our childhood together, to her best friend, knowing I didn't remember any of it. I wondered what we had been through, had we ever liked the same guy or bought the same dress? I desperately wanted to remember her name. The dark haired man who I now knew as Harry walked in dragging Ron. Ron was a mess, he was starting to cry, but trying to hide it.

"Oh Ron don't cry" I said. He looked up at me hopefully and collapsed into my arms sobbing all over my shirt. Then Harry sat down and started to explain our childhood years together. He told me about how we saved the Sorcerer's Stone and how I had made a Polyjuice potion and turned into a cat. He told me about when Ron's rat turned out to be an animagnus and how he won the Triwizard Tournament. And then he told me about Voldemort. I had already known who Voldemort was, even my damaged memory would remember that. Harry told me about how we had battled him in the Department of Mysteries. He told me about how we found Voldemort's horcruxes and how Harry had killed him.

It was a lot to take in, I was told my whole life and it sounded pretty amazing, but didn't remember any of it.

After the hospital released me, Harry, Ron, James, the red head (I was still too embarrassed to ask her name) and I went back to my flat. Harry and the others had explained all my Hogwarts years, but I didn't know much about my life since then.

"Do I have a boyfriend?" I asked as we all sat down on the couch. Ron turned red and Harry's eyes went to the floor.

"You were engaged once, to my dingbat of a brother here." The red head said glaring at Ron.

"Well, what happened? Why aren't we still engaged?" If possible, Ron turned redder and began to look at everything but my eyes.

"You fought constantly" The red head explained "It got to the point where you both just got tired of it."

"So, when was that?"

"A year ago."

"And I'm still single?" I asked, rather disappointed.

"Well, after your break up you stopped dating, you said you needed a break from men. You kinda got a little depressed" The red head responded "You've been better these last couple months though, much more like your regular self. And, I think you are still single, but who knows?"

Ron's red shot up at this and he glared at his sister. Harry tried to break the tension by summoning his old Hogwarts year book. Ron gave some excuse to go back to his flat and Harry took James home. So the red head and I sat there and flipped through a book that should have brought back memories. There were pictures of us at Hogsmeade and on the Hogwarts Express. There was also a gorgeous picture of me and a handsome bloke dancing.

"Who is that?" I asked in amazement

"Oh, still like him do you?" The red head asked, giggling "That's Viktor Krum, famous Quidditch player and your ex boyfriend. Shame, he was cute."

"Why did we break up?" I asked, wanting to know as much as I could about my past.

"You broke up in your fifth year because you got the hots for my dopey brother. But, don't tell Ron or Harry that you two dated, they don't know. They only know that you were pen pals."

After we finished flipping through the year book and laughing at my hair, the red head left. Although I didn't quite remember who she was, I knew that I liked her. I felt comfortable in her presence and she was hilariously funny.

I changed into pajamas (noting that I had some extremely sexy lingerie) and went to bed. Thirty minutes later I was still awake, I was too upset to fall asleep. I had forgotten twenty five years worth of memories and that left me very empty. As I was struggling to fall asleep I heard the familiar crack of apparation. Whoever had apparated into my bedroom was now pulling back the covers and getting into bed with me.

I grabbed my wand, whipped around a yelled "Petrificus Totalus"

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