Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. If I was, then there'd be way more Romione moments in Harry Potter. :)
She woke up to the sound of a red-haired boy calling her name. The trouble was, she had never seen him before.
"Hermione? HERMIONE?! Oh Merlin, you must be alright…you have to be…"
Another voice entered the fray, grave and sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley, but you have to go. Family only."
The redhead pleaded with the man, who was dressed in strange, long, white robes. Almost like a doctor. "But you see, she has none! I mean, she does, but, they've had their memory is modified. She had to do it, to protect them from Voldemort and all!"
The man held up a patient hand. "I'm sorry, but you must leave, Mr. Weasley. If not, I'm sorry to say, but you'll be detained." He gestured to two burly men not too far away.
A tall, thin boy with a shock of black hair and bright green eyes, emerged from a corner where he had been hidden, and put a hand on the other boy's shoulder to placate him. A girl, with the same red hair and freckled skin, looked worriedly on from the new boy's previous hiding spot. "It's no use, Ron. When she's ready, she'll come to. Don't worry."
The freckled boy buried his head in his hands. "It's all my fault…if I had just stayed five minutes longer…maybe he never would've attacked."
The girl in the corner walked over to the boy, and put a gentle hand on his back. "It's not your fault, Ron. Death Eaters are particularly well skilled at sneaking up on people. It's still in their nature, even though everything's long over…it's not like they see that though. All they care about is having another Muggleborn to take out their anger on." There was bitterness laced in the girl's voice.
The boy looked up, and there was a new expression, filled with a burning loathing. "I swear, I will find whatever slimy git did this, and I will make him pay." The words ended with a strong note of ferocity, but as he looked over to where she lay, he broke into wracking sobs all over again.
Hermione felt her heart well up at the sight of it. She had no idea who this man was, yet she felt a strange twist of agony and pity inside her. She needed to say something. Hermione tried with all of her might to muster up words. Her throat felt tight and dusty, like she had not spoken in months.
"Wait…" she croaked. "Please don't worry, I feel fine." Her head did feel a bit light, and the bright lights of the hospital room made her eyes spin, but otherwise she felt quite alright. She felt quite awful, that these strangers were worrying so profusely over her. How odd, that they didn't even know her, and yet their faces were so full of panic.
As soon as she said the words, everyone in the room sprung up in shock. Apparently, they had not expected her to talk. The doctor, or whatever he was, hastened to her bedside, but the gangly, red-haired boy got there first, bounding on long legs.
"Oh, Mione!" The boy had such an expression of deep worry and care, that for a second, her heart stopped. Up close, she noticed that he had bright blue eyes, and the stunning periwinkle of them made her head swim yet again. She was quite sure it had nothing to do with the lights. "I thought you were hurt…or, or…" He seemed not able to bring himself to whatever words he was trying to muster.
She wanted more than anything, in that second, to reassure the panicked look on his face, but the questions swimming in her head were just too much. She had to ask them, or she felt she might explode.
"I'm terribly sorry," she started, "but who are you? I'm quite sure we've never met before."
The man's mouth fell open in an O of shock. The dark-haired boy and the girl in the corner gasped.
The doctor gravely shook his head. "This was what I was afraid of. I could automatically tell that there were no injuries sustained by Miss Granger here. No, I feared something far, far worse. And sadly, it seems I was right."
"What? What is it?" the boy croaked out. Yet the fear in his eyes seemed to show that he already knew the answer.
"I'm sorry to say this," the doctor said with an air of incredible pity, and a touch of gentleness in his voice, "but Miss Granger here has been Obliviated. Any recollection she had of the past seven years-it's gone. All gone."
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