I do not own any characters of this fan fiction. Or else I would be super rich, and not writing this story right now. (:
Set during the summer before Deathly Hallows.
Obliviate!
Harry stared blankly at his two best friends as they lay slumped on the floor, refusing the let the waves of emotion wash over him. It was for their own good, he told himself. That summer, Hermione and Ron had shouted down any ideas of him facing the hunt for horcruxes alone. They were adamant that they help in his quest to kill Voldemort and at the time, Harry reluctantly agreed. But after a month of hypothetical situations running through his mind, he decided that he could not, and would not put them at risk. That very night he had organised to meet up with them in Hermione's house. Hermione had already sent her parents to Australia in preparation for their future task - after she had tampered with their memories of course, removing herself completely. This clever idea of Hermione's was what had inspired Harry. With one long last look at his unconscious friends, Harry shut his eyes and whispered ''Obliviate!''
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Hermione opened her eyes abruptly and sat upright in her bed as her alarm clock let out a high pitched screech. It was two days before she began her first year at Glasgow University and the actual day of her move into the halls of residence there. She pulled back the covers and staggered out of bed wearily.
Although her twelve page long checklist had been checked and rechecked several times, Hermione still felt as if she was forgetting something. Her mind remained cloudy as she racked her brain, trying to think of that one thing that she seemed to be forgetting. But it was useless. Trying just seemed to make her head spin and the rest of her body dizzy. It was only one week before that she had received a letter from Glasgow University stating that she had been offered a place to attend there. Even though she could not remember applying herself, she was extremely pleased and decided to accept their proposal. She loved to learn about anything and although this often meant she was the main target for bullying and teasing, this did not deter her from learning whatever she could. She did not have many friends and looked forward to the beginning of term, where she could make a fresh start - which was just what she needed…
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Clambering up the stairs with her many suitcases and bags, Hermione made her way to her allotted dormitory, which she had been informed she would be sharing with another student. She nudged the door open with her foot before stepping into a bland, yet cosy room with neutral cream paint and wooden laminate flooring. She dumped her bags at the bed that was beside the window, and exhausted, threw herself down onto the cheap and slightly uncomfortable mattress. With a sigh of contentment, she pulled herself up, and began unpacking her suitcases. After she had finally finished packing, she took out a pair of red pyjama bottoms and her favourite grey hooded sweatshirt. She didn't care that it was old and worn, or that it had the random word 'Hogwarts' written on it (which Hermione even doubted was a word). What she loved most about it was the comforting, familiar smell of it. She lifted it and brought it up close to her face, breathing in what seemed like memories of distant times. Setting it down, she pulled on her pyjama bottoms and had just taken her top off when a tall, lanky boy entered the room. Standing there, in her bra, Hermione stared at the blue-eyed, ginger-haired boy who was staring back at her. It was only when the tips of his ears began to turn red with embarrassment that she realised what had just happened. Blushing furiously, she pulled the grey sweatshirt over her head. The boy had politely turned around for her to finish getting changed and Hermione coughed to signal that he could turn around. Turning his head cautiously round to face Hermione; she noticed that his face was covered in freckles. The familiarity of his face frightened her but as she tried in vain to think of how she could possibly know him, her mind clouded over once again.
The boy mirrored her confused face before extending out his hand and saying, "I'm Ron Weasley…Have I met you before?"
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A/N - I'm not even thinking of all the little technicalities – i.e. Hermione and Ron not being university age, but just bear with me please. ;) Also, please, please, please REVIEW. This is my first ever fan fiction story, so please try to be positive with your reviews. I will learn! (: