Disclaimer: I don't own any of the orginial Harry Potter character because I am not that creative...but I wish i was...I only own the plot and my characters.
Unbreak My Heart
chapter 1: Don't Leave Me In All This Pain
To the naked eye, they appeared to be the perfect couple or at least ideal friends but they were actually the epitome of misery loves company. The moment the two of them left Professor Dumbledore office they were bound together by circumstances and grief. Within just a few days, most of the school had returned to business as usual including the planning for the Valentine's Day feast. All of which sickened Hermione pushing her closer to the only other person that she believed was hurting too.
Blaise, at the same time, was stunned by the complete lack of emotion by his house at the lose of their so called Prince of Slytherin. Pansy and Anna seemed genuinely upset for a couple of days and then there was nothing. There was no sadness for the loss or anger at the betrayal, it appeared as though they were all devoid of any emotion what so ever. This was just too much for him to take so he found himself spending more and more time with bookworm of Gryffindor. The true nature of Draco and Hermione relationship had come to light following the final battle but with all the other rumors and deaths it seemed to fall upon deaf ears until Blaise's interest in her reopened the grapevine.
"People are beginning to talk about our relationship." Blaise told her as he sat on the edge of her bed while they listened to music.
"Too bad it's about the wrong thing. You'd think they would have talked more about Draco but no, it's all about the new Slytherin Prince. I just want to hear his name from someone other than you. It's like he never existed now, how can they forget so easily?" she fumed.
"I don't understand all this, I mean he was God to most of the girls and now nothing. I hate the way they look at me. It reminds me of the way they looked at him and I just want to run and hide." he complained.
"Do you still have dreams about Cheyan?"
"Yeah, how you with Draco?" he asked as he watched her begin to fidget with the ring that he'd given her.
"Yes, but it's changed a bit." she confessed.
"How?"
"He's trying to speak but no words come out. I try running to him but it's like I'm running in place and I can't reach him. Then the room gets dark and with a flash of lightning he's gone."
"Is there anyone with him?"
"No. But I swear that I can feel something in the air. The room gets so cold that I can see my breath but I can also feel raw electricity when the bolt strikes him." Hermione looked up at him pleading to him with her eyes but unable to say the words. Just make it stop, make the pain go away she screamed inside her head.
"I wish I could." he told her.
"Could what?" she questioned fearfully. Had he heard her? Did she say it out loud?
"I want the pain to go away to but it just won't." he admitted.
"Did I say that out loud?"
"No, but eyes said what your heart couldn't."
They sat there for a few minutes in silence when the radio dial began to change itself and chill breeze blew through the room despite the fact that all the windows and doors were closed. Sadly, each was so consumed by their own thoughts that the other was doing it until the song began to play and then they realized it something else entirely...
It seems like every day's the same And I am aware now of how
And I'm left to discover on my own
It seems like everything is gray
And there's no color to behold
They say it's over and I'm fine again, yeah
Try to stay sober feels like I'm dying here
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell I am prepared now,
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well
"Hermione, did you turn this on?" asked Blaise knowing full well that she hadn't.
"You already know the answer to that, don't you?" she replied as their gazes locked on the radio.
I feel the dream in me expire And I am aware now of how
And there's no one left to blame it on
I hear you label me a liar
'cause I can't seem to get this through
You say it's over, I can sigh again, yeah
Why try to stay sober when I'm dying here
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell
I am prepared now,
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late; just as well
"You don't think it could really be, do you?" he stammered.
"Yes, I do." she exhaled deeply.
And I'm not scared now. I am aware now of how
I must assure you,
You're never gonna get away
And I'm not scared now.
And I'm not scared now. no…
Everything's gonna be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell
I am prepared now
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well
I am prepared now,
Seems everything's gonna be fine for me
For me; for myself.
For me, for me, for myself
For me, for me, for myself
I am prepared now for myself
I am prepared now, and I am fine again
"What are they trying to tell us?"
"That they are prepared for something and it's coming soon but not quite yet." she guessed.
"When do you think?" he continued.
"I don't know but since we're on our own here, I don't think we should apart when it happens." she answered. "They keep pulling us together for a reason and I want to know what it is."
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Tara had taken the last couple of weeks to train Harry how to be a vampire and what all the rules were, in addition, to how to use his new powers of persuation and sex appeal. He, inevitably, was most interested the new found desire that the girls around him were showing. It had become a sort of entourage of teenager girls that followed him everywhere, hanging on his every syllable and he enjoyed it immensely. Never having been a sex god, Harry now had a status and reputation that rivaled Blaise. Wait, did I just think Blaise, he asked himself? Shouldn't that have been the silver headed blonde boy...oh, what was his name?
"Tara, can you remember the name of that blonde guy that used to go out with Hermione about a month ago?" he asked her as his harem whispered to each other trying to answer the question before she could.
"Draco? Is that who you were asking about? He was only your greatest nemisis after Voldemort, how could you possibly forget his name?" she spat.
"I'm not sure, I just couldn't think of it. Could it be a side affect of the you know what to stop me from bursting into flames in the you know where because you made me into you know who?" he asked her cryptically.
"I don't know but you really need to move on about the you know what and who. We should go and Snape since he made the potion." she suggested aburptly.
"Maybe later, I alot of studying to do. Don't we Ems? he cooed at the girls.
"Yes" two of them said at the same time and then looked evilly back at one another.
"He was talking to me." Emily stated firmly.
"I don't think so...He was talking to me, weren't Harry dear?" Emma fired back at her while batting her eyes at Harry.
"Actually, I was thinking that I could study Transfiguration with Emma and then Potions with you Emily." he mediated between the two girls.
Emma, a bright and fiery Ravenclaw in her sixth year, was tall and slender with dark brown hair to accentuate her intense gray blue eyes that reminded Harry of that Draco guy. He feared that one day she would see straight into his soul and discover the secret behind his new magneticism. Emily, on the other hand, was a 5th year Gryffindor who was shorter but with an athletic body, sandy blonde hair highlighted in purple and blue and icy blue eyes. She gave Tara a run for her money in the strong but dark department when it came to her attraction from him and had a flare for the melodramtic. No matter how hard Harry tried not to flirt with them, he just couldn't help himself seeing how accessible they made themselves to him.
Tara watched this scene unfold and made a mental to take care of this little entourage problem later, even if meant resorting to drastic measures like it had with Cheyan. Harry was hers and noone was going to jeopardize that. She was staring so intensely at him that he felt as though she were boring holes in the back of his head and opted to politely excuse himself from the room before the situation grew more agressive. As his true girlfriend and not some groupie, Tara got up and followed him but not before smirking naughtily to each of the other girls as she walked by on his arm.
"You really need to disband your cheering section before you get yourself in trouble. You're just starting to learn to control your impulses and you wouldn't want to hurt one of them, would you?" she questioned him devilishly.
"Gloating doesn't become you, Trix. Neither does idle threats." he warned him sternly.
"Cheaters never win and winners never cheat...catch my drift, dear?" she corrected him.
"Another threat?"
"No, more like a promise. It's either back to the old Harry or I get rid of each one of them myself and tell the world who you really are. Got it?" she shot at him.
"Whatever, I'm going to find Ron. See you later." he succumbed to her and left.
Something very strange was going with him and she was determined to find out what it is before he forced her to something that they both may regret. With that she walked in the opposite direction to find Hermione and talk to her about Harry's memory problem. Once she arrived at the prefects portrait, she gave the password and walked in on her worst nightmare.....
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While Blaise was asleep one her bed, Hermione sat up listening to the radio in the hopes of receiving another message from Draco or Cheyan. She was becoming more and more disturbed by the prospect of a spell or charm having been don on her fellow students to make them forget the losses suffered in the final battle. The absence of grief or sorrow made Hermione feel as thought those that had died to protect their way of life, had don so for nothing. How could Dumbledore have allowed such a thing? Why were her best friends able to let go of their memories so easily when she could not?
None of her memories of that night had faded in the least. She could still see, hear, feel, taste and smell everything like it was that night and it haunted her every thought whether she was awake or asleep. Sadly, it seemed to the same for Blaise bu no one else. So why only the two of them? Every night when she awakened, she prayed for a reprieve but none was ever granted. Why help everyone else and not the two loves left behind? They needed help but who could they turn to?
After several hours of brainstorming alone, Hermione decided to wak up Blaise for re-enforcements. Shaking him to wake him up, he grabbed a hold of her waist and ulled he down onto the bed while half asleep to cuddle with her. Stunned by the force of his grip, she fell into his arms but as she was about to pry her way out of his clutches, her bedroom door opened and a shocked Tara stood frozen in the doorway.
"Oh...ah...I...and ...I'll come back later." Tara stuttered.
"No! It's alright Tara, it's not what it looks like." she uttered quickly while getting up, rousing Blaise in the process.
"What's going on?" Blaise yawned and looked around suddenly realizing where he was and who was standing there.
"I was just trying to wake him up and he mistakeningly pulled me down." Hermione tried to explain but from the look on Tara's face she wasn't succeeding.
"Don't look at us like that, she's telling the turth. I was having a dream and thought she was someone else." Blaise scoffed.
"But what were you doing in her room at all?" Tara asked skeptically.
"Well, we each had been having some strange dreams and needed someone to talk to. Since we're the only ones that remember everything..." Hermione began...
"What do you mean remember everything?" she interrupted.
"Everyone else seems to have forgotten about those who died in the final battle. You, know the real heroes." Blaise jumped in.
"I remeber and that's why I cam to talk to you." she explained to Hermione.
"You remember? Dose anyone else? What did you need to talk about?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"I remember that it was Draco who defeated Voldemort and Cheyan who protected Ron and Harry. But Harry can't even remember Draco's name or their history. He's changed so much since Snape gave him the potion but I don't think that's all there is to it so I came to talk to you." she went on.
"He doesn't remember six years of fights and insults? What is going on here?" Blaise said as he sat back down on the bed feeling like someone had punched him in the chest.
"Everyone seems different and that's what Blaise and I were talking about. Then something happened and we didn't want to leave each other." Hermione finished for him.
"You think that they want to come back?" Tara exclaimed.
"How did you...empathy, right?" Hermione recalled.
"That's not all that I see, Blaise." Tara informed him with a strange look. Then it hit him, what he was thinking about as she spoke to Hermione. No, it couldn't be that, could it??????
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When he left Tara to find Ron, Harry hadn't expected to be so frightened by the thought of her meaning to do what she'd threatened to. Would she really tell everyone that he was a vampire? Would she actually betray him like that? Yes, she would but only if he betrayed her first. It wasn't his fault that the girls were throwing themselves at him, technically it was hers. If she hadn't turned him then he would still be the same old Harry and not this irresistible hunk of burning love that was the vamp in him. Sure, she'd warned him that this would happen but nothing could have prepared him for what this felt like.
He cared for deeply but he had for that other girl too and look how that turned out. What was her name, how could he forget her name? What was happening to him? So many things were fuzzy and unknown to him right now and he needed to try to work them out so he continued to try the find one person who could help him....Hermione.
As he was turning the corner to the Prefect's dormitory, he saw Tara walk in and he hung back to see what she was doing. She entered the portrait and he followed at a safe distance wondering if Hermione and her were plotting against him. Tara opened Hermione's bedroom door and from the look on her face, saw something she wasn't expecting. Harry, fearing he would be discovered by them, slipped back out of the portrait and strode off to find Ron and Katie to see if they knew what was going on.
He found them shagging in the Gryffindor common room, as usual, and cleared his throat to get their attention before walking closer to them.
"Hey, can I talk to you two for a sec?" he asked apprehensively.
"Sure, Harry, what can we do for you?" Ron answered while scooting next to Katie and smoothing his hair down.
"Have you guys noticed anything strange about Tara lately?"
"You mean other than the fact that she's always following you around with a look that could kill?" Ron joked.
"What do you mean?" Harry shot back.
"Well, if you would pay more attention to her than to your groupies than you might know." Katie blazed. Her memories of what happened with Cheyan and him were still fresh in her mind and she didn't care for the new Harry in the least.
"Are you really interested in any of those other girls who paid you no mind until you were changed?" Ron asked him in a concerned fashion.
"Well, the attention is nice but I guess it has gotten a little out of hand. But you can't tell me you wouldn't feel the same if it was you instead of me." he replied.
"I most certainly can say that I wouldn't behave like that. Nothing or no one can take Katie's place. What those girls are feeling is fake, a charm. What Tara feels is geniune and you're tossing to the side like a used toy." Ron lectured him.
"I just got caught up in the moment, I didn't mean to hurt her. I swear." he bowed his head in shame.
"Just like with Cheyan, I suppose?" Katie interrupted.
"Cheyan? Oh, yeah, that's her name. I tried to remember it but I couldn't...it was the same as with that Slytherin guy. What's his name....Maco, Saco...no...." he searched his mind but could not come up with it.
"Draco?" Katie asked.
"Yeah, that's it. Why am I having such a hard time remembering people?"
"I don't know but I have to admit that the events around the final battle are pretty fuzzy for me to." admitted Ron.
"What about you Katie?" Harry inquired.
"Some things but I still remember everyone. But now that you mention it, I've noticed that alot people have been having problems remembering their names. You don't think there's something wrong, do you?" Katie finished.
"I don't know but it's very strange. We need to find Hermione and talk to her but that's hard to do with the Blaise guy always around." Ron exclaimed.
"I know. I stopped by her room a few minutes ago and Tara was already there but she looked like she walked in on something unexpected....you don't think it has something to do with Hermione and Blaise do you?" Harry reasoned.
"I don't know but why don't we go and find out." Ron stated and got up to lead the others to the Prefects dorm to see what was going on with Hermione and Tara. And quite possibly a certain Slytherin that was never far behind these days.......
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Hermione stood there feeling like she was the only one who didn't know what they were talking about what else could she see? Was Tara talking about her, Blaise or was it something about the future? Could Blaise have been lying about his feelings about Cheyan? Or maybe it was something completely different.
"What else did you see?" she finally asked Tara.
"Nothing important, for now." Tara replied but again shot another knowing glance to Blaise who promptly turned away for no apparent reason. "I'm more concerned by the who did this spell business because it had to have been done with Dumbledore's consent, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes." they both said at the same time.
"So, the way I see it, we could go to Dumbledore but I doubt it would do much good. Or we could send Hermione to the library to research memory charms and find out what we're dealing with." Tara recommended.
"And what will we do?" Blaise asked.
"We'll have a little chat and do some snooping into who may be doing this and why." she answered.
"Alright, I'll go now but who are you going to start with?" Hermione wondered.
"I vote for Snape." said Tara.
"I think it's McGonogall." Blaise countered.
"I think we should check with someone within the Order." Hermione offered.
"The Order of the Phoenix?" Blaise repeated.
"One of the Weasley's to be specific." she narrowed the field.
"I see a trip to Hogsmeade in our future." Tara foretold mystically while putting her hands to her head and shutting her eyes. They all laughed at the sight of this.
The sound of laughter was music to Hermione's ears along with the feeling of a smile across her face. She couldn't help but feel vindicated by Tara's acknowledgement of the strange behavior by the others. While in the library, she planned on taking a look at some other spells to. Like contacting the dead, it couldn't hurt now could it, she asked herself as she ran into a small group of people.
They waited to be sure that she was gone before speaking as neither of them wanted her to hear this. Tara turned around to face a very sick looking Blaise.
"Now for our business. Why don't you tell her about your dream? She deserves to know the truth and you need to deal with this before it goes any further." she stated sympathetically.
"I can't. It was just a dream. Nothing more, nothing less." he replied defiantly.
"You're lying and I know it. I can feel what's in your heart and nothing you say changes that. And this doesn't change anything that you're doing but you have to tell her sooner or later." Tara kept nudging him closer to the truth.
"Why are you doing this? Did you sense something from her?" he asked hopefully.
"No, but she only sees Draco in her future and Cheyan in yours. And that's not going to change unless something happens to make it change. There's no shame in caring for another person." she explained.
"Draco was my best friend and Cheyan was misguided young girl who opened her heart to me, I have to stay true to that no matter what silly little desires pop up now and then. Trust me, this will subside and nothing will have been gained by making Hermione feel uncomfortable. This has to stay between the two of us, agreed?" he pleaded with her.
"Fine, but I'll be watching you. Now shall we head to Hogsmeade?" she changed directions.
"Yes, gladly." Blaise retorted and motioned for her to go first towards the portrait.
"We have to make one small stop on the way though." she told him.
"Where's that?"
"Harry's room."
"Why?"
"To get a certain map that will lead the secret way to Hogsmeade."
"We'd better hurry then and leave Hermione a note so she knows to cover for us." he gave in.
Hermione,
Blaise and I have gone to get some information from a pair of reds. See you soon and we did stop to say that we are up to no good.
Tara
After a short stop at the boys dorm in Gryffindor, the pair were off to play Sherlock Holmes and Watson with the Weasley twins. How much information did Hermione really think that these two would have? Blaise's guess was not much but then again, it would be the first time he was wrong, now would it????
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Standing in front of Hermione was Harry, Ron and Katie but they were each sporting strange looks at her. Katie was the first to speak and that was probably a good thing considering the boys weren't looking to happy.
"Where are you headed to in such a rush?" she asked.
"The library. What are you guys up to?" Hermione returned.
"To see you." Harry interjected.
"Really, did you want to do something or were coming to talk?"
"We wanted to talk to you about some stuff that we've noticed and see what you thought about it." Ron told her.
"Ok, well I was going to do some research in the library. Would like to join me so we could all talk there?" she offered.
"Sure." Katie answered for them all. As they were walking towards the library, Harry was watching Hermione very closely trying to see if she was really different than she'd been all the years before but nothing seemed different. How had they all gotten this way and why were his memories so fuzzy?
"Hermione, do I seem different to you? The vamp thing aside." Harry questioned her.
"Do you really want my opinion?" she cautioned.
"Yes, you're supposed to be one of my best friends but we hardly talk anymore. Even Ron doesn't see you much anymore." Harry lectured her.
"You guys are in a different place than I am right now." she answered.
"And Blaise is in that place with you?" Katie interrupted.
"He remembers the same things that I do." she whispered but they still heard her.
"Remembers what?" Harry pressed.
"Everything. Do you remember what all happened over Halloween or Christmas. How about the final battle, Draco and Cheyan dying along with the Order members and other students while fighting against Voldemort. Do you remember any of this?" she cried out.
"I don't know. Everything's all fuzzy but I want to remember. We want to understand what happening but it's like we're running to catch something that always just out of reach. What happening to us?" Harry confessed.
"That's what I was going to research. We think that someone's put a memory charm on the rest of the school." she admitted.
"Dumbledore would never have allowed that. He never would have stolen our memories." Harry professed.
"It's the only way that anyone could have done in on this scale inside Hogwarts. They, whoever it is, had to have his permission." she tried to break the news gently as she wanted their cooperation in this as well.
"Who do you think is doing it and why?" Ron challenged.
"I don't know but Blaise thinks it's McGonogall and Tara's thinks it's Snape. I think that someone in the Orders knows but that's why the research is so important. We need to know what kind of spell could do this on this scale and then we might get a better clue as to where to look." she explained.
"Why don't we just go and talk to the Headmaster?" Katie suggested.
"Because if Dumbledore is behind this then he probably won't tell us the truth and he may try to make us forget. I want my memories and won't take that risk." she squelched.
"What do you want us to do?" Ron volunteered.
"Help me look up spells in the library. We can cover more ground that way." she responded.
"Let's get to it then." Harry said and they all proceeded on to the library in silence each letting the weight of the situation sink in.
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After consulting with the map, Tara and Blaise went through the witch and came out in Honeydukes in Hogsmeade. They sneaked upstairs and out the door to head towards Fred and George's joke shop, Weasley's Joke Emporium. As the two entered the shop, they heard familiar music coming from the back of the shop...
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here..
"Where have I heard that music before?" Blaise asked out loud not really expecting an answer.
"Probably from being around Draco and Hermione. They used to listen to him alot." Tara answered just above a whisper.
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,
he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots!
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Feminist women love Eminem vocal turntable:
chigga chigga chigga "Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't
but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
"Merlin, this is halarious..." Blaise said while bobbing his head and chuckling at all the insults.
"I suppose if you like that sort of stuff..." Tara mused and craned her head to look around to see of she could catch a glimpse of Fred or George.
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
"We ain't nothing but mammals.." Well, some of us cannibals
who cut other people open like cantaloupes SLURP
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
EWWW! But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes
I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!"
I should download her audio on MP3
and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD AHHH!
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
so I have been sent here to destroy you bzzzt
And there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!
I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you
things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it ERR I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
HACH Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"
with his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?
Ha ha
Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up
At that point, they heard the two in the back of the store singing along loudly and changing some of the words for fun. Tara began to walk in their direction to begin her task at hand. She was surprised to them sitting on the storeroom floor going through what appeared to be boxes of inventory but with no lists or anything to write with. How were they going to really know what they had or what they need, she thought to herself.
"Hey guys, do you remember me?" she asked in a friendly and sing songy tone.
"Ah, yeah....you're the vamp/empath aren't you?" George piped up.
"Yeah, that's me. I was sent here to talk to you by Hermione. Is that ok?" she approached them slowly.
"Why didn't she come herself?" Fred inquired.
"She's back at the school doing some research but we needed some quick answers so Blaise and I came to do the honors." she explained as unthreateningly as possible.
"What do you want?"
"We all think that someone at Hogwarts has put a memory charm on the school to alter people's memory of those who were killed in the final battle and she was hoping that maybe you all as Order members may know if this was true or not." she told them.
They looked back and forth at one another before George finally spoke, " Let's say that there is, what do you intend to do about it?"
Now of all the things that they were expecting to be told, that was not one of them. What would they really do about it? Hermione had only one plan in mind and that was to bring back the dead. Or come to think of it, was it to only bring back Draco?
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Their instructions had been simple and concise, to find out everything they could about memory charms and their characteristics but she was not with them. She was looking for something else, something that made them all uncomfortable especially now that it seemed that someone had went to a great deal of trouble to make them all forget. Why was she risking everything that she'd worked so long and hard for on a pipe dream? Harry understood only one thing in all that had happened, Hermione would stop at nothing, or so he feared, to bring back the one that she loves and no amount of reason was going to change that.
"What have you found, Harry?" Katie asked.
"Well I thought that I'd start with the most obvious of spells for erasing memories, Oblivate Charm. It's easy and effective but it would have taken an extremely powerful witch or wizard to cover this large of a group and we would have no recollection of any of the events. With something that powerful, it probably would have erased all of our memories and left us all in St. Mungos. How about you?" he replied.
"Pretty much the same here. Everything I'm coming up with is too weak for a group this size and would have taken all memories within a denoted time period. That's not what's happening here. I still remember Cheyan like I did before the battle but Malfoy is a little sketchy. You don't remember either that well, same as Ron, and Hermione, Blaise and Tara seem completely unaffected by the spell. Why is it so random?" she challenged.
"We must be missing something but what?" he wondered.
"Well, how about the obvious? That the spell or charm wasn't performed on them at all?" Ron proposed.
"But what about Katie?" Harry shot back.
"Maybe her memories of Cheyan were just to strong for it." Ron answered.
"And what we felt for Malfoy was weak or even for Cheyan for that matter?" Harry reminded him.
"I don't know. Isn't that what Hermione's for, to answer those questions?" Ron asked flustered.
"But all of your past feelings changed after Draco came over to our side and started to date Hermione. Maybe that did weaken them." Katie offered.
"And Cheyan?" they both stated in unison.
"You did feel terribly betrayed by her with the whole Blaise thing." she pointed out.
"We need more help but who do we turn to?" Ron gave up.
"What about your Mum and Dad?" Katie inquired to Ron.
"I don't know, they would probably side with Dumbledore it leaves things alone." he speculated and was about to explain further when Hermione ran up to them excitedly.
"I found what I was looking for but it does have one small obstacle." she animated.
"Ok, what is it?" Katie buzzed.
"It's Erroris Aetas, Life Mistaken in latin. It's a spell that brings back a soul to a body when the life taken in error. Which this does qualify." she explained.
"Ok, how long does it take?" Harry quizzed.
"About a week. You only need a few personal items of the deceased, some of their hair and blood along with some plants and roots. And one other little drawback." she hinted to.
"What's that Mione?" pressed Ron.
"Well, you see...it's just....ah...."
"What is it?" Harry pushed even more.
"A human body...."
Author's Note...the songs in this chapter are Fine Again by Seether and The Real Slim Shady by Eninem.