A/N: Welcome to my new Hermione/Oliver fic. There's an OC in this one, but I think everyone might like her. And I say might. Some might see her as a Mary-Sue, but keep in mind, she is only a child. ;)

Forgotten Memories

Chapter 1 – To Hermione's Horror

Hermione Jane Granger was five years removed from Hogwarts, she had graduated top of her class. She couldn't have gotten many more awards or medals along with her friends Harry and Ron who had defeated the Dark Lord, Voldemort. Her life had taken a drastic turn after that though when she found out that she was pregnant. It had really torn her and Ron apart. She remembered so vividly what had happened as she sat there at her kitchen table one boring, lonely morning.

--Flashback--

"Hermione, c'mon! Come here quick!" Hermione had been in Ginny's room and she was getting ready for dinner that night. It was a big to-do at the Weasley's house with the whole family, her, Harry, Fleur, Dean, Luna, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie. There hadn't been this big a party since the twins had brought home their first earnings from their joke shop, which needless to say changed Mrs. Weasley's mind about the whole thing.

"I'm coming," Hermione called to Ginny. Ginny had been very excited all day, but she wouldn't tell Hermione why. Hermione bounded out of the room and down the crooked stairs, along the narrow hall, and into the kitchen. Everyone was packed tight in there and there was complete silence as Hermione entered. "What's going on?" Hermione feared that they had found out about her going to St. Mungo's for her pregnancy test.

"Nothing," Fred said with his Cheshire cat smile in place as he looked to Ron who was blushing and fumbling with something in his pocket. Hermione looked to him nervously as he stepped forward and looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"Hermione," he sighed. "I'm sure you've known that I've liked you for a very long time. Well-"

Hermione's eyes widen when he knelt down on one knee and took her hand in his. Her heart practically stopped when he pulled a little square, velvet black box from his pocket and opened it.

"Oh my," she breathed as Ron opened the box and she saw a little silver band with on tiny diamond.

"I know it's not much, and I know that we might struggle to hold things together, but I promise to love and cherish you if you'll have me. So... Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me?"

Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she went to say yes, but something stopped her. It was an owl that flew in the open upper half of the back kitchen door, stopping as it landed on her shoulder and dropped a note in her hand.

"What in the world?" It had never registered with Hermione not to open the envelope in front of everyone, but it was too late when she did. Little pink fireworks burst from the envelope and formed the words 'Congratulations! It's a girl!' Everyone looked around at first and then turned to the twins who looked just as puzzled, but they could be very convincing when they wanted to.

"What kind of joke is this you two?" Ron didn't sound happy as he stood up and rounded on his older twin brothers.

"We didn't do it, honest," they said in unison as they looked around, but no one took their suspicious eyes off of them.

"It's true," Hermione sighed as she felt tears of sorrow building in her eyes. "This isn't a joke... it's real as I stand here."

"What are you saying, dear?"

"I'm saying, Mrs. Weasley, that I'm pregnant," Hermione cried. There was a sharp intake of breath among the girls in the room as a few exchanged apprehensive looks.

"Hermione... who's is it?" Ron looked as though he were about to cry himself, and his voice didn't sound much better.

"I don't know," Hermione lied with shame flushing her face. Everyone slowly filed out of the kitchen, leaving Ron and Hermione there alone.

"I can't believe this," Ron sighed heavily. "I thought we had something."

"I'm sorry, Ron," Hermione sobbed silently as the envelope fell from her hand to the floor.

"I can't take this right now," Ron said as he walked away toward his room, a tear running down his cheek.

"Ron wait!"

--End Flashback--

But he hadn't waited for her, he hadn't even talked to her after that. They eventually made up later though because Ron was engaged to Luna after that and Hermione had had her daughter. Hermione realized that getting pregnant was one of the worst mistakes she had ever made, but she loved that mistake and she would go back and do it all over again if she could.

"Mommy!" Her daughter came running into the kitchen and almost toppled Hermione backwards off her chair as she jumped on her mother and gave her the tightest hug she could.

"Ready to go?"

"Yep!" the little girl exclaimed as she climbed off her mother's lap and ran to get her windbreaker.

"Did you brush your teeth?"

"Yep."

"Your hair?"

"Double yep."

"What about your bed?"

"Momma, silly, you don't brush your bed," the little girl giggled.

"I mean, did you make it?" Hermione tried to hide her amusement. She had never once punished her daughter, she just couldn't bring herself to do. Every time she saw that face, she broke down. She had her father's smile.

"Um...," apparently the little brown haired girl didn't make her bed.

"Well, we haven't got time now, c'mon," Hermione instructed as she grabbed her mug of coffee and her bag.

"Am I going to Uncle Ron's or Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry's today?" Hermione looked down at her daughter. She loved Ron, Harry, and Ginny just as much as Hermione did.

"Not today, sweetheart. They've all got to work and Mrs. Weasley isn't home," Hermione sighed as she grabbed a small orange clay pot from off her mantle place.

"What about Grandma and Grandpa?" The little girl's voice was hopeful, but there was a hint of knowing as she expected her mother's reply to be just what it was.

"Sorry again, dear. They're still on holiday in Paris," Hermione said as she took out her wand and a handful of the sparkling powder in the pot.

"Do we have to go like this? I scrapped my elbow last time," her daughter whined.

"It'll be all right," Hermione assured her daughter as she took her hand and pulled her into the fireplace with her. "Ready?" The little girl nodded, her brown curls bouncing adorably as she did. "St. Mungo's!"

There was a roar as emerald flames engulfed them, fireplaces began whirling past as a warmth tickled them. They stopped, unfortunately for Hermione, she didn't hold her balance too well.

"Mum!" Hermione had fallen forward, her daughter managing to stumble a bit, but stay standing. Hermione's coffee went everywhere on the floor, her boss coming out to see what was going on.

"Miss Grang- ahh!" She had slipped in the coffee and was now lying on the floor with Hermione, pain written on her face.

"Hello, Miriam," Hermione groaned as she got up and tried to help her boss up while holding her own balance on the slippery floor.

"Try to be a bit more careful next time, Miss Granger, please?"

"Sorry," Hermione apologized as her boss cleaned up the mess and she gathered her coffee cup and bag from off the floor, coffee staining the front of her white work robes.

"Hello, Miss Strout," Hermione's daughter chimed. She had always been nice to Hermione's boss because she felt it helped her mom, and her mom's boss had always been fond of her.

"Hello, Kirsten," she greeted before going back into her office while Hermione took Kirsten to the nurse's locker room on her ward. "Mommy, do I have to stay in that nursery today?"

"I'm afraid you do," Hermione called from behind a bathroom stall as she changed her robes.

"But it's so boring there," Kirsten sighed sadly. "Why couldn't I have gone and spent the day with Uncle Fred and Uncle George?"

"The last time I trusted Fred and George to watch you, you came home with purple hair, a green tongue, and a tail!" Kirsten giggled as she remembered all the yummy candy the twins had let her have and the neat things it did to her. She never would understand why her mother had gotten so mad, it was just a bit of fun.

Hermione came out of the stall and was putting some things in her bag when Kirsten continued her protest, but her tone had changed.

"But there's this mean kid down there," Kirsten sighed. "He's always calling me a mud-... mudbud," she finished as though unsure of the word. Hermione snapped up instantly and turned to her daughter to see her fallen face.

She was such a beautiful little girl. She had extremely soft light brown curls, honey brown eyes, fair skin, dimples, and a terribly adorable smile. Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she looked down on her daughter, but she knew that Kirsten was strong and she would make it through.

"Name calling is nothing more than that, Kirsten," Hermione said as she knelt down in front of the saddened little girl on the bench. "Don't you listen to them. I love you, Uncle Ron, Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny, and Aunt Luna love you... Grandma and Grandpa love you... everyone does. Don't you listen to them."

Hermione pulled her daughter into a hug, the little girl wrapping her arms around her mother's neck tightly as she sniffled and held back the tears. She never liked to let her mother see her cry because her mother never cried in front of her. She had always been so strong, and Kirsten wanted to be just like that, too.

"C'mon... Mommy's got to get busy," Hermione sighed as she stood up.

"Can I come eat lunch with you?" Kirsten smiled and hopped off the bench while taking her mother's hand so that she could lead her to the nursery.

"Of course you can," Hermione beamed. "I wouldn't eat lunch with anyone else," she added as she stopped outside of the nursery and kissed Kirsten on the cheek before opening the door for her. "I'll see you at one o'clock," Hermione promised as she nodded to the pale green clock on the nursery wall. It was only nine o'clock and Kirsten couldn't have felt more disappointed. "'Bye."

"'Bye," Kirsten bid as she watched her mother close the door. She walked to the corner and sat down, picking up a book on Quidditch called Quaffles for Kids. Kirsten was deeply engrossed in the book when she heard the door open. Her eyes immediately whizzed to the clock, it was only ten o'clock. 'One hour down. One... two... three more to go' she mentally counted.

"Look at the Mudblood's baby," taunted a little boy from the corner. His face was pale and pointed with silvery blond hair falling into his eyes. He was lanky, but nicely dressed, one of the elite in the higher up social class.

"Leave me alone," Kirsten said simply as she turned the page to her book and continued to read, trying desperately to block the little boy out. She didn't understand what was happening to her, her throat was getting tight like a lump was in it and her mouth went dry.

"Get out of my nursery filth, and I will leave you alone," the little boy said in a snotty way.

"I'm not dirty," Kirsten shouted as she threw the book on the floor.

"Don't talk to me like that, Mudblood baby. I'm Damianos Thane Malfoy! Do you even know who my parents are? Who my grandfather is?"

"No, and I don't care who you or they are," Kirsten spat.

"You should, Mudblood spawn. They're the top people at this horrid place my father, Draco Malfoy, says. And my grandfather, Lucius Malfoy, pays so much money to this place a year that my father says that they would go under without him! My mother is Head Potion Maker-"

"Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy? My mum was talking about her the other day," Kirsten interrupted. "She's a horrid potion maker really... my mum said that she makes all her potions wrong."

"Shut up! Take it back," demanded Damianos. "Or else!"

"Or else what?" Kirsten knew that she was pushing her luck when Damianos began to smirk. A black haired boy with dark skin that look of African heritage walked up to Damianos with a very similar smirk.

"Or else Nathair Zabini and I will make you," Damianos threatened.

"You can try," Kirsten dared in a low, dangerous tone as she glared daggers at Damianos and Nathair. The two boys took a step toward her, Kirsten standing tall as she stuck out her chin.

"Snack time!" A plump, old little witch called as she came in carrying a tray of tiny finger sandwiches and pumpkin juice boxes. All the kids ran for her, all except Kirsten. "Kirsten, honey, aren't you going to eat?"

"No, I'm waiting for my mum," Kirsten said politely as she picked up her book and went back to reading. "She's taking me to lunch at one... I've only got two hours left." The old witch sighed and watched Kirsten settle herself into the corner with a book as the other children sat around in a circle eating, drinking, and chattering happily.

"Poor dear," the witch sighed as she looked down at the now empty tray before her, shaking her head and leaving.

An hour later, Kirsten had finished her book and she tossed it aside as she watched the same plump witch from before settling the kids into little sleeping bags for a nap. 'One more hour' Kirsten thought as she rested her elbow on her knee and then put her chin on her fist with a sigh of boredom.

"Would you like to take a nap with the others?"

"No, that's okay," Kirsten said as she looked up at the witch. "I want to be awake when my mum comes."

"Why don't you play quietly with the blocks until she does then... or read another book," the witch suggested.

"I've read every book in here twice," Kirsten sighed. "I think I'll play with the blocks then."

Kirsten got up and went to a small table with four chairs around it. She sat down and began building with the blocks. Twenty minutes later she had built a pyramid. She felt so bored. She had forty minutes left, and it was killing her as she rested her elbow on the table and propped her head up on it.

She stared at the pile of blocks, concentrating on it as she wondered what to build with it next when something amazing to her happened.

"Wow," Kirsten breathed as the blocks began to float.

"Oh no," the plump little witch said as she looked up and saw what Kirsten was doing through the window that connected her office and the nursery.

"Cool," Kirsten giggled as the pyramid began turning over and over slowly, but it didn't do that for much longer as the door to the nursery opened with a quick swing and Kirsten lost her concentration.

"Kirsten, no!" The blocks hit the table and scattered with a loud clatter which woke most of the napping kids. "I told you no magic," the witch sighed as she rushed over to the awestruck Kirsten. "Do you want me to tell your mother?"

"No, no, please don't. Mommy will be so mad at me then," Kirsten began to cry.

She didn't want her mother to know she had been using magic. Hermione had strictly forbidden Kirsten to use magic at all times. Kirsten shuddered to think what Hermione would do if she found out she disobeyed her. Though her mother never scolded or hit her, Kirsten didn't want to cause troubles for her mother. Hermione always seemed so pressed and stressed to Kirsten as of late.

"Then behave yourself and don't let me catch you doing that again," the witch whispered as she put the fallen blocks back on the table and stood up.

Kirsten wiped her tears away furiously as Damianos and Nathair pointed and snickered at her while the witch left the room. Kirsten stuck out her tongue at them before turning her back on them and wishing her mother would come and get her right now.

"I just want to go home and be with mommy," Kirsten muttered as she began to sob. She wanted to be snug in her mom's bed late into the afternoon with her favorite book while her mother read to her. She always loved that.

Ever since she had been three, she made her mom read the same book over and over. It was an unmarked book and her mother always seemed to love reading it to her. Unknown to Kirsten, Hermione had come into the nursery and was watching her daughter sit alone in the corner while the others slept, their sleeping bags scattered about the floor with them in it.

"Kirsten?" Hermione's voice was soft, but it still made the little girl jump, her curls bouncing as she spun around to face her mother with tears in her eyes. "What's the matter?"

"Nightmare," Kirsten spoke softly, she didn't want to tell her mom about the names or Damianos and Nathair because she would look worried just like earlier in the morning.

"Are you okay?" Kirsten nodded as her mother bent down and scooped her up in her arms, the little girl wrapping her legs around Hermione's waist and her arms around Hermione's neck in a tight fashion as she buried her head into her mother's shoulder.

Hermione's eyes welled with tears as she hugged her daughter back tightly as she could without crushing her.

"Mommy... what's wrong?" Kirsten leaned back and saw the tears built up in her mother's eyes as Hermione struggled to keep them from falling.

"I've just got an eyelash in my eye," Hermione lied as she put her daughter down and took her hand. "Let's go to lunch, okay?"

"Okay." Hermione led Kirsten out of the nursery and down the hall to an elevator. They went to the base floor of the hospital and went to the cafeteria to have lunch together.

"Can I get fruit salad today? The tuna was gross last time," Kirsten said as she wrinkled her nose while Hermione picked up a fruit bowl and put it on her tray. Hermione laughed at Kirsten's face and felt pride swell in her heart, she loved that little girl so much.

"Go get a seat while I pay," Hermione said as she nodded toward a few tables which Kirsten quickly ran for. She picked the one by the window where she could see the birds pecking at the ground outside as they twittered and fluttered about madly.

"I read another book today," Kirsten announced as her mother sat down with her and began to prepare Kirsten's food for her.

"Did you now?"

"Yeah. I wish they would get some new ones in there though. I've read everyone one of them twice," Kirsten sighed in boredom. Hermione pressed her lips together as she fought back a laugh. Kirsten reminded her so much of herself, yet there was so much of her father in her. The glowing honey brown eyes, the bright smile, her love for Quidditch which had only developed thanks to Harry and Ron, but it grew immensely without their help.

"How about we go to Flourish and Blott's this weekend and see if we can't find you some new ones to take with you to read," Hermione suggested knowing full well Kirsten would agree whole heartedly.

"That'd be awful lots of fun! Could we go to Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor too? And Quality Quidditch Supplies?"

"Yes, yes, we can go to them all," Hermione laughed as her attention was snagged by someone running into the cafeteria looking frantic.

"Hermione!" It was Hermione's co-worker, Padma Patil. "Hermione, come quick!" Kirsten spun around in her chair as Hermione rose quickly from her seat. "We've got an emergency!"

"Kirsten, go with Padma back to the nursery," Hermione instructed as she brushed herself off after wiping her hands and mouth.

"But mommy!" Hermione didn't hear her protest though as she rushed from the St. Mungo's cafeteria while Padma walked over to Kirsten. "We were supposed to have lunch together," Kirsten sighed disappointedly as Padma took her hand and grabbed the tray off the table to throw it away.

"How about we get you a P. B. & J. before we take you back?" Padma stopped at a vending machine where there were tiny packaged peanut butter and jelly sandwiches before turning back to a saddened Kirsten. "Grape jelly or strawberry?"

"Neither, I'm not hungry," Kirsten replied in a barely audible way as Padma frowned and held her hand out for Kirsten to take. They walked in silence back to the nursery, Padma dropping Kirsten off and then going to join Hermione on their ward to help their new trauma patient.

"Padma, thank goodness," Hermione panted as she came running down the corridor to her.

"What's going on?"

"I-... I need you to take this one," Hermione breathed heavily as she walked back up the corridor with Padma toward the new patient's room.

"But the boss specifically called for you on this one. You're the best we've got," Padma protested.

"But I can't take this one," Hermione retorted.

"Yes, you can, you've had worse," Padma argued.

"No, you don't understand! I. Can't. Take. This. One," Hermione annunciated.

"Why not?" Hermione said nothing as tears built in her eyes and she pointed into the room. Padma stood on tiptoe to look over Hermione's shoulder, and when she saw she knew just what Hermione was talking about. In the hospital bed was none other than one, Oliver Wood.