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Summary: What if you lose your memories and the only one who can help you is the one you don't want to remember?

Disclaimer: The Queen owns everything. Sadly. However, we rejoice for she has shared it with us.

Chapter 1: Who Are You?

A bushy-haired brunette forced her eyes to open ever so slightly. Blinding light. She groaned. Her head felt like it was in a vice. Voices.

"Is she awake?"

"Hermione? Are you alright dear?"

She tried to open her mouth but no sound came out. She could faintly see the blur of red-heads around her. Footsteps.

"I think she's awake, Healer Carter."

"Miss Granger? Miss Granger, can you hear us?"

"Wh-…" she croaked out.

"What'd she say?"

"Who… who are you?"

Silence. She struggled to get up, to see clearly who the unfamiliar faces were.

"No, Hermione, don't strain yourself. Lie down dearie."

"When will her parents get here?" another voice piped up, worried.

"We sent Harry for them last night. They'll be here soon."

"Why did she say that?"

"She's just recovering, right, Healer Carter?"

"Yes, she is. However, we still need to make sure she didn't suffer any serious damages. Our initial tests showed nothing, but some complications might come up…"

The girl fell back on the pillow, exhausted. Darkness.

She fell in and out of consciousness the following hours. She was vaguely aware of two new people in her presence. The others earlier, the gingers, were not there anymore. A man and a woman.

"Oh, Hermione. My daughter." She heard the woman sob.

"She'll be alright. She's a fighter, remember?"

Hermione? Who's Hermione? She kept on hearing the name from everybody who entered her room.

"Her-mi-o-nee." She muttered.

The figure by her bed immediately rushed to her side. "Hermione, dear, you're awake! Are you alright? Sweetheart?"

"Who's Her-mi-o-nee?" She feebly asked. She looked at the two people beside her with glazed eyes. "Who are you?"

The woman stepped back and started to sob. The man took her in his arms and comforted her, tears streaming from his own eyes.

The girl sat up, staring at them. "I'm…" they looked at her, waiting with bated breaths and tear-filled eyes. "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"

The woman smiled gently, tears still pooling in her eyes. She caressed the girl's face. "No, dear." She nodded to her companion, who went to fetch someone. A moment later he was back with another man.

"Miss Granger I am Healer Carter." He said, noting the girl's puzzled expression when he called her 'Miss Granger' and 'Healer'.

"I… I don't understand. Who's Miss Granger?" the girl asked, genuine confusion on her face.

"Why, you are."

"What? But I'm not… I'm… Who am I…?" She trailed of weakly, eyes widening at the realization that she doesn't know even her name. "I don't understand. What happened?"

The Healer furrowed his eyebrows for a moment then nodded, facing the other two people in the room. "I believe she's suffering a loss of memory. It may be temporary, or permanent. We don't know just yet. We'll run a couple of tests…"

"I want my mother."

The woman turned to her. "I am your mother, dear." She said, walking towards her once more.

The girl recoiled from the woman's comforting touch. "But I don't know you. I don't know any of you! I don't even know myself!"

Then she went wild. Her eyes were livid. She screamed and muttered unintelligible words. Her hands flew around, clawing anything she laid her hands on. Her legs kicked any material in their way.

"Hermione. Hermione, please calm down!"

"NOOOOO!"

"Stupefy!"

Darkness.

Silver. Silver?

She sighed in her sleep.

Calmness.

Author's Note: I couldn't get back to sleep since this idea of a story came into my mind. It was definitely much solid in my thoughts than this chapter was, because it started in the somewhat better part of the story. LOL. It will come soon though, I tell you that. Review please! Thathank you!