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Based on the song Losing Your Memory by Ryan Star.
A/N: This chapter is from Hermione's POV. Part of two challenges.
If You Dare: 737: Purify
Are You Crazy Enough?: 433: (season) Summer.
She couldn't help but feel a twinge in her stomach when Harry didn't respond to any of her letters that summer. It wasn't that she was upset or mad, but she felt as though something had happened. Something had changed. Something was wrong.
Dumbledore kept reporting that Harry was fine, absolutely fine, but she had the feeling that even he was hiding something from her. Ron, of course, believed every word and didn't dare cross the Headmaster. He didn't think anything was wrong and told Hermione that she was overreacting. Harry was simply grieving for Sirius.
She tried to trust Dumbledore and believe that everything was alright, but her gut kept telling her otherwise. She would ask Dumbledore to visit Harry. Just for an hour or something. Yes. That would help calm her. If she saw that Harry was alright, then she would be able to rest at night.
But Dumbledore didn't come around the Burrow for another week. And when he did, he only talked to Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione, though she could hear a word they were saying, watched the whole conversation go down. Mrs. Weasley looked anxious, as though she'd been expecting some news about whatever they were talking about for some time. Was this about Harry? Had he been hurt? Dumbledore looked calm but something he said put the strong Weasley mother straight into tears. She clapped her hand over her mouth and tears started pouring down her cheeks. Dumbledore put and hand on her shoulder and tried to calm her.
Hermione couldn't handle it anymore and barged in, nearly shouting, "What is going on?" Dumbledore looked at her sadly, looking more aged than he had a few moments ago. Before he could say anything Hermione said, "This is about Harry, isn't it? something's happened. I knew it all along! I knew he wasn't handling Sirius' death well. He hasn't responded to a single letter all summer! Could you please, please, tell me what happened to him?"
Dumbledore put a hand up to quiet her. "Yes," he replied carefully, "It's about Harry. You're right in your guess that he hasn't been handling his godfather's death well at all this summer. In fact, he's just been transferred to the Hogwarts infirmary for the time being because of some... injuries."
Hermione felt herself start crying as well and barely noticed Mrs. Weasley hugging her hard. Ron and Ginny, who had been in the next room overheard all this and stood appalled in the doorway. Hermione whispered softly, "Can I see him?"
Ron interjected, "Me too. I wanna see my mate." He was trying hard to hold himself together and stay strong. Mainly for Ginny, but his mum and Hermione as well.
Dumbledore looked at the two of them and smiled. "I'm sure he'd love to have his friends for company." He turned to Mrs. Weasley, a slight twinkle returning to his eye. "Have them Floo over tomorrow around noon. I'm sure he'll be awake by then."
The following morning Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all stayed unusually quiet. Mrs. Weasley was being shorter with the twins. Fred and George- who had no idea what had happened- were the only ones who remained their normal silly selves.
When noon rolled around Hermione and Ron went to the fireplace without a word and took some Floo Powder from Mrs. Weasley (she had to hide it from the twins). Hermione went first saying clearly, "Hogwarts Infirmary."
When Hermione rolled out of the fireplace she saw Madame Poppy standing there with a tray of potions. She put a finger to her mouth as Ron came tumbling out as well. Hermione looked around the completely white room. There was one open window by a curtain where she assumed Harry was. Hermione had to exercise some self-control and not go running over like a banshee. Ron, on the other hand, stayed a little behind her as they walked over. He seemed to have sobered up by the news Dumbledore gave.
They followed Madame Poppy over to the edge of a bed where they saw a person laying. Hermione had to double check herself when she realized it was Harry. He looked so... terrible. "Sorry, he's not awake. He woke up with a nightmare and didn't get enough sleep. He's sleeping off some Dreamless Sleep potion now," the medi-witch said apologetically.
Hermione nodded absently and sat down in a chair by the bed. Ron stood at the foot of the bed and merely looked somberly at his best friend.
Harry looked so thin! He clearly hadn't been getting enough to eat. There were bandages all up his left arm and to his elbow on his right arm. He had a wrap around his head as well and could see a little red still showing through it. Hermione was intelligent enough to figure out the ones on his arm, but couldn't quite understand the one on his head.
"We would have gone to the end with you, mate," Ron said to the figure on the bed, "Merlin, we still would!" Hermione was surprised to see his eyes gleaming a little. "Where have you gone?" he asked, his voice getting slightly louder. He put a hand to his mouth and looked away for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Remember this, Harry," he said softly after a while, "I just want you to stay with us. I don't want to lose our friendship."
Hermione, though she couldn't bear to say anything, thought to herself, Wake up. Please, wake up! All the best of what we've done is yet to come. Wake up! Please, at least remember your friends in the morning. You're losing your memory...
Thank you for reading! Yes, the beginning of a new multi-chapter! Please review! I really love to hear from you guys! I hope you enjoyed this and stay tuned for another chapter possibly today or tomorrow. ;)
