Full summary:

In the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War, the students return to Hogwarts for their final year of teaching. Everyone is returning, however, things aren't as they used to be. Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, has lost her memory. She doesn't remember her teachers or her peers. Harry and the Weasley's have been trying to help her, however, her memory isn't coming back. She remembers the war, and that she was on the winning side, but everything gets really jumbled up and confuses her. As they enter their final year, Hermione strikes up a surprising relationship with the Slytherin Prince himself. But as the year lingers on, and Hermione's memory starts to resurface, what will become of her relationship with Draco?

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1.

Hermione stared out the window as the train pulled away from King's Cross Station. The morning was quite gloomy, dark clouds rolling in from the distance, and that just made Hermione's mood darken. Ron, Ginny, and Harry sat in the compartment with her, their chatter dying out as they notice their friend's quiet exterior.

"You alright Hermione?" Ginny asks, scooting closer to her friend. Hermione didn't remove her gaze from the window as she shrugged. "Something is obviously wrong. What is it?"

Hermione shook her head, fearful that if she spoke, the tears she had kept hidden would burst out without her wanting. She wanted her friends to understand that and quite asking, but of course these were her friends and they always needed to meddle.

"Hermione, is this about the memory loss? Come on, you know you'll be alright. We recapped all this summer about what has happened and-"

Hermione didn't want to listen to any of her friends speak about how she had improved so much since the start of the summer. "Yes Ronald I know! God, don't tell me again about how much I've "improved". Sure I remember your guys' names but that's it! I still can't remember anything that has happened since I was eleven." Hermione screamed. Her three friends stared at her, not sure what to say. The small compartment seemed with grow smaller with each passing second. Ginny placed one of her delicate hands on Hermione's shoulder, but Hermione shrugged it off and stood.

"Hermione, don't do this. We understand-"

Hermione laughed, a cold harsh one. "You understand? Understand what? The feeling of not remembering anything? Of having a hazy memory of the last five years? You don't have any idea how I feel right now!" She screamed before the tears spilled over her face and she ran out of the compartment. She slammed the door behind her as she entered the hallways separated both sides of the glass compartments. Some of the doors were open, and the children inside stared at her with wide eyes. Hermione sworn under her breath as she walked down. She was supposed to be the "brightest witch of her age" but at this moment she felt her stupidity drowning her. She couldn't understand how she had to have been the one to develop the memory loss. Why she had to be the one who forgot nearly everything that had happened in the past five years.

She needed to find a compartment where she could be alone, where she didn't have to worry about anyone asking her questions. There weren't any empty compartments, however she found one that only accompanied one girl. She opened the door slightly, and found a small framed girl staring up at her. She looked to the around the same age with pale blonde hair and blue eyes. Her clothes were a mixed-match of colors and patterns and she seemed to be reading a magazine. Which incidentally looked to be upside down.

"Can I sit down here?" Hermione asks, rubbing the stray tears from her eyes. She sniffled as she stood in the entryway, waiting to see what this girl would say. For a moment, she was frightened that she would say no, however, the girl just smiled and nodded her head.

Graciously, Hermione smiled halfheartedly and closed the door behind her. She sat opposite the pale girl who sat staring at her. "Do I know you?" Hermione asks, timidly. It wasn't in her nature to be so afraid and scared, however, some days were worst than others.

The girl smiles a crooked smile and nods. "My name's Luna. Luna Lovegood. And since you have no recollection of me, I'm guessing the rumors are true. The famous Hermione Granger has lost

her memory." Luna says, picking up another one of her magazines and handing it over to her. "I can tell you don't want to talk, but if you do, you'll find me somehow." Hermione stares at her and grabs the magazine. And just like that, Luna goes back to reading. She stares at her for a few more moments, until she glance down at the magazine in her hand.

It was going to be a long trip, at least she had something to read.


Hours later, Hermione had lost track of the time, when night had fallen, the train rolled into a stop. She looked out the window, hoping that seeing the station would bring any memories back to her. It didn't. She changed quickly, and then stepped off the train, looking for her friends. They had meant well, and she wanted to apologize for being a miserable bitch.

However, as she glanced from side to side, watching all the students pass around her, she felt quite dizzy and sick. She was overwhelmed and afraid, and she needed to find someone familiar quickly. She watched around until she felt fed up and started walking around the crowd looking for them.

Many said hello to her, and she nodded and smiled in return, however her eyes stayed grim, watching for anyone she would recognize. Finally giving up, she figured she would find them inside, so she climbed into one of the empty wagons, awaiting for the thestral to pull it away. However, just before it was to leave, Hermione felt the wagon shake as three others stepped into it. She didn't look away from the area of woods she was staring at however.

Draco stared in disbelief as Granger didn't even turn around to the sound of their voices. Blaise and Pansy sat with him, quietly speaking to one another. "She didn't even acknowledge us." Draco spat, nodding over to the bushy haired girl who sat away from them.

Pansy glanced over and then stared at Draco. "Don't you know?" She whispered. Draco looked at her without breaking eye contact.

"Know what Pans?" He asked, annoyed at her already. They hadn't even been back a day and he was already getting annoyed with these people. He wanted nothing more than to get through this year and then escape London altogether. He wanted to live among people who would not know of his face. Who would not know what he had done.

Pansy smiles, her dark hair falling in front of her eyes. "She's lost her memory. Every memory she has grown up with in the last five years, is gone. Don't you read the Daily Prophet?" Draco had turned to glance at the witch who he had watched get tortured in his home. Hermione Granger, didn't remember anything? It was a shocking discovery. For someone to block out five years of their lives, it was a wonder she wasn't still at St. Mungo's.

Draco didn't say a word, he didn't want to. He felt tired and annoyed at coming back here and it hadn't even been a full day. His mother had given him the choice: finish up his last year of schooling in Hogwarts and be supervised for his time there or go to Azkaban for the year, to teach him a lesson for being a death eater. It was an obvious choice, no way in hell would he have ever picked Azkaban. He had heard the stories of the prison cells and he never wanted to step foot in one.

Pansy and Blaise spoke quietly to one another, talking about what their final school year would be like. It amazed Draco how this time last year, the Dark Lord was still alive and London had become the battle ground for his war. So much had changed. But the memories would live on. How Blaise and Pansy could just go on talking like nothing had ever happened was behind him. But of course, Draco thought to himself, they hadn't become Voldemort's pet.

The ride to the castle took only a few minutes before the giant building came into view. Draco glanced over to Hermione to see her wide eyed expression as she stared up at the castle that stood before them. She looked amazed at its size. It was true then, he thought, she didn't remember anything.

Hermione stared up at the school, amazement washing over her. How she could not remember a building of this size was beyond her. As the wagon came to a stop, Hermione saw that Harry, Ron, and Ginny were waiting for her outside the school. She climbed off the wagon and ran over to them.

"I'm sorry for running off before." She said to her friends. It was wrong for her to get so angry, even if they didn't understand what she was going through. However she had only caught Ginny's attention. The boy's minds were elsewhere. "Hello? Earth to tweedle dee and tweedle dumb." Hermione said waving her hands at the two boys. She glanced behind her, wondering what they were staring at. "What?"

"Did you seriously share a wagon with those snakes?" Ron asks, arms waving around his head. Ginny had to take a step back in order to not be hit. She rolls her eyes at her brother.

"Seriously Ron? Who cares. She doesn't even remember them, and she shared a wagon. Whoop-dee-do. No one cares." Hermione stared confused as Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother.

"No one cares? Ginny do you realize how much trouble those snakes had caused us!" Harry asked, his anger getting the best of him. Ginny swore under her breath. Not wanting to get into a fight this early into the school year, she linked arms with her best friend.

"Ready to tackle the inside Mione?" Ginny asks. Hermione smiles graciously at her and nods her head. As the two step away from the boys, Ginny lets out a sigh. "I swear, he's gotten worse since we've broken up."

Hermione laughed as the two headed inside, passing the three students that Hermione had rode with. When they were seated at the Great Hall, Hermione turned to look at her fiery haired friend. "Who were the three I rode with?" Hermione asked. Ginny turned to look at the table behind them, spotting the three Slytherins easily.

"Slytherins. Blaise Zambini, Pansy Parkinson, and Draco Malfoy." Ginny said. Sure she didn't like the snakes. However she didn't hate them like her brother and ex do. She was tired of the feud that was between the two houses. Yeah, the Slytherins who had become death eaters and sided with Voldemort fucked up. Big time. Doesn't mean they were scum on earth. Ginny felt that people could change, even if they didn't want to, they had the chance change. And she was hoping her friends could see her point. And if not them, then maybe the Slytherins could change. But, Ginny wasn't betting on either.

"They sound familiar..." Hermione trailed off, raking her brain for some memory of them. "You guys spoke of them, didn't you?"

Ginny nodded and quieted her voice as the first years walked inside. "Draco had been Voldemort's pet, so to speak. You were tortured in his house." Ginny said quietly. Hermione glanced down at her forearm, the word Mudblood was etched into her skin. It no longer hurt, but the scar remained.

"Do we hate them?" Hermione asked curiously. At this point, she didn't hate anyone. Whatever anyone had done to her in the past, was in the past. She was only looking forward to the future and holding grudges she couldn't even remember would be pointless.

Ginny shrugged. "I don't. They fucked up, we all do at some point in time. I'm over it and giving everyone a clean slate. I can't live holding grudges with people that in the next moment, they might be gone." Ginny's eyes turned sad, remembering the feeling of sadness as it washed over her as she had been told of Fred's death. She shook the memory from her mind. "Harry and Ron, however, they're a different story. They do. And I feel like nothing will change that. Personally, I've always thought Blaise over there had been rather hot. But don't tell the boy's I've said it." She laughs, glancing over towards the dark skinned boy.

Hermione smiles at Ginny. She knew she could count on her for anything. And she regretted bitching at her earlier. But Ginny was right. You can't live your life holding grudges or regretting what you've done or didn't do. All you could do was move forward. Which is exactly what Hermione was going to do.


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