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The war was over. Voldemort had been defeated in the final showdown, but Harry still felt a sense of defeat. Hermione and Ginny were missing and had been for three weeks. All exept Harry, Ron, Fred, and George had given up hope. The days were long and growing ever longer. Harry sat motionless at the kitchen table in the Burrow. He stared out at the dark night sky, tears rimming his emerald eyes. He looked up at a particular star that held his eye.
"Please be alive. Come back to us Hermione and Ginny. It's just not the same without you." he whispered now crying. He lingered there for a little while longer, debating whether or not he should go to bed. A loud crash outside scared him. He jumped from the table and ran upstairs to get his wand. In doing so, he awoke Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron. They followed him back down the stairs and to the door, wands in their hands.
"Harry, why are we sneaking to the door?" Ron whispered gripping his wand tighter.
"I heard something. Be ready to fight!" he answered whispering harshly.
"I'm going to go wake up Arthur! Be careful kids!" Mrs. Weasley whispered , running back up the stairs.
"Ready?" Harry asked, looking at them. They all nodded mutely. "When I open the door, be ready to fire." he said pausing. "Ok, now!" he yelled throwing open the door. They stood there, wands raised at an empty porch.
"I don't see anything! Come one, let's go look out further." Fred said, pushing to the front.
"Yea, come on!" George agreed following Fred. Harry and Ron followed them out the door. Suddenly, another crash to the right startled them.
"Over there!" Harry whispered, running toward the noise.
"Lumos!" Ron said, sheding light over the porch. In a corner far to the right, two shivering bodies were huddled together.
"Who are you? Speak up now!" Fred asked, walking to the two huddled masses. "Ron, come closer with the light." Ron followed the instuction. Once within five feet of the strangers, the boys now noticed that they were, in fact, not strangers.
"It can't be!" George gasped, putting his hand over his mouth.
"This can't be real!" Ron laughed disbelievingly, running a hand through his hair.
"Please let it be real." Harry whispered, walking slowly towards Hermione and Ginny, who backed away in fear.
"Ginny, Hermione, it's just us. Don't you recognize us?" George asked coming closer to them. Hermione stared at him for a second, studying his face. As he took another step closer, terror filled her eyes and she quickly backed away.
"What's wrong with them?" Harry asked, staring numbly at them, tears falling from his eyes.
"I don't know! They act like they don't know us." George said, carefully watching the girls.
"Let's get them inside." Fred said, taking a step toward the girls again. "Ginny, it's me, Fred, you'r older brother. Don't you remember?" he whispered, watching with horror as Ginny backed further away, terror evident on her face.
"They really don't remember us!" Ron gasped. About five minutes later, Mrs. Weasley popped outside.
"Who or what was it dears?" she asked, but stopped when she layed her eyes on Hermione and Ginny.
"Ginny! My dear baby daughter! Thank MERLIN you're okay!" she cried, running towards her, arms spread. Ginny expelled a terrified scream before running behind Hermione, who too was terrified. "What's wrong with my baby?" Mrs. Weasley cried, tears filling her eyes.
"She doesn't remember us, Mum. Neither does Hermione." Ron explained, placing a hand on her shoulder. Mrs. Weasley sniffled a few times before disappearing into the house.
"We should at least attempt to get them inside." Fred decided. "Hermione, Ginny, why don't you come inside? We're not going to hurt you. Just please come with us." he continued, whispering to them like you would a little girl.
"Please come with us. Trust me, it's more dangerous out here." Ron jumped in. Hermione and Ginny shared a thoughful glance before slowly making their way towards the boys.
"We're not going to hurt you. Come on." George coazed. When the girls finally reached the boys, they still refuse to be taken inside.
"Come inside, please." Fred whispered, reaching out for Ginny. Giving him a doubtful look, she finally allowed him to carefully pull her inside. Hermione watched in confusion. Once Ginny was fully inside, Hermione allowed George to walk her inside. Mrs. Weasley sat at the kitchen table, tears still trickling down her cheeks. Hearing the noise, she looked up. Her eyes began to shine with hope.
"You got them inside!" she gasped.
"Yea, but they still don't remember us." Fred answered, sitting Ginny in a chair. Mrs. Weasley nodded before slowly walking to Hermione.
"Would you like some tea, dear?" she asked, bending to see her face. Hermione gave a slight nod before taking a seat next to Ginny. It was now in the light of the house that the boys could see how horrible the girls looked. Their clothes were torn and stained with blood. Their eyes sunk deep into their ghastly pale faces. Their hair hung matted to their scalp in strings of blood and dirt. They were bony from loss of food and their eyes shone fear, confusion, and anger in place of the happiness and joy that once was.
"They're not the same Hermione and Ginny we once knew are they?" Harry asked, finally speaking. He stood in front of Ginny, who looked at him warily, tears streaming down his face.
"No. I have a feeling they're not." Mrs. Weasley answered, handing the girls their tea. "We should take them to St. Mungos to see why they're acting like this." At this, they all nodded.
"Where's dad? I thought you were going to wake him." Ron asked, noticing his father's absense.
"Oh, he said he would be down in a minute. What he's doing, I have no idea!" she answered, waving her hand at the stairs. Ron nodded, placing his head down.
"Come on. We've got to get them to bed." Fred said, standing up.
"Yea, it's getting late." George agreed.
"How though? You know how hard it was just getting them to come in here!" Ron asked, glancing at Hermione and Ginny.
"We'll figure something out." Mrs.Weasley answered, putting the empty cups in the sink.
"We can at least try." Fred shrugged.
"Ginny, Hermione, you girls need some rest. Why don't you come with us?" Mrs. Weasley coaxed, but Hermione shook her head violently.
"Come on Hermione. Please?" George tried, lightly grabbing her arm. Hermione looked at him, as if studying him as before. She allowed him to gently pull her up from her seat and lead her into the sitting room. Ginny quickly got up on her own and followed. Laying on either end of the couch, they let themselves be covered in blankets. Within minutes, both girls were asleep.
"I wonder why they have no memory of us." Harry wondered aloud.
"How did they get here in the first place?" Ron asked, watching the sleeping girls.
"Maybe they didn't fully forget us. Like, some where deep inside, they know who we are. They just, maybe, oh, I don't know!" George guessed, throwing his hands in the air.
"We'll find out tomorrow when we take them to St. Mungos. Until then, I want all of you to go back to sleep. I'll sit here with the girls." Mrs. Weasley answered, shooing the boys to bed. Once they were all upstairs, Mrs. Weasley looked up to the same star that Harry looked to earlier and whispered, "Please, protect my girls. Let them remember."
The war was over. Voldemort had been defeated in the final showdown, but Harry still felt a sense of defeat. Hermione and Ginny were missing and had been for three weeks. All exept Harry, Ron, Fred, and George had given up hope. The days were long and growing ever longer. Harry sat motionless at the kitchen table in the Burrow. He stared out at the dark night sky, tears rimming his emerald eyes. He looked up at a particular star that held his eye.
"Please be alive. Come back to us Hermione and Ginny. It's just not the same without you." he whispered now crying. He lingered there for a little while longer, debating whether or not he should go to bed. A loud crash outside scared him. He jumped from the table and ran upstairs to get his wand. In doing so, he awoke Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron. They followed him back down the stairs and to the door, wands in their hands.
"Harry, why are we sneaking to the door?" Ron whispered gripping his wand tighter.
"I heard something. Be ready to fight!" he answered whispering harshly.
"I'm going to go wake up Arthur! Be careful kids!" Mrs. Weasley whispered , running back up the stairs.
"Ready?" Harry asked, looking at them. They all nodded mutely. "When I open the door, be ready to fire." he said pausing. "Ok, now!" he yelled throwing open the door. They stood there, wands raised at an empty porch.
"I don't see anything! Come one, let's go look out further." Fred said, pushing to the front.
"Yea, come on!" George agreed following Fred. Harry and Ron followed them out the door. Suddenly, another crash to the right startled them.
"Over there!" Harry whispered, running toward the noise.
"Lumos!" Ron said, sheding light over the porch. In a corner far to the right, two shivering bodies were huddled together.
"Who are you? Speak up now!" Fred asked, walking to the two huddled masses. "Ron, come closer with the light." Ron followed the instuction. Once within five feet of the strangers, the boys now noticed that they were, in fact, not strangers.
"It can't be!" George gasped, putting his hand over his mouth.
"This can't be real!" Ron laughed disbelievingly, running a hand through his hair.
"Please let it be real." Harry whispered, walking slowly towards Hermione and Ginny, who backed away in fear.
"Ginny, Hermione, it's just us. Don't you recognize us?" George asked coming closer to them. Hermione stared at him for a second, studying his face. As he took another step closer, terror filled her eyes and she quickly backed away.
"What's wrong with them?" Harry asked, staring numbly at them, tears falling from his eyes.
"I don't know! They act like they don't know us." George said, carefully watching the girls.
"Let's get them inside." Fred said, taking a step toward the girls again. "Ginny, it's me, Fred, you'r older brother. Don't you remember?" he whispered, watching with horror as Ginny backed further away, terror evident on her face.
"They really don't remember us!" Ron gasped. About five minutes later, Mrs. Weasley popped outside.
"Who or what was it dears?" she asked, but stopped when she layed her eyes on Hermione and Ginny.
"Ginny! My dear baby daughter! Thank MERLIN you're okay!" she cried, running towards her, arms spread. Ginny expelled a terrified scream before running behind Hermione, who too was terrified. "What's wrong with my baby?" Mrs. Weasley cried, tears filling her eyes.
"She doesn't remember us, Mum. Neither does Hermione." Ron explained, placing a hand on her shoulder. Mrs. Weasley sniffled a few times before disappearing into the house.
"We should at least attempt to get them inside." Fred decided. "Hermione, Ginny, why don't you come inside? We're not going to hurt you. Just please come with us." he continued, whispering to them like you would a little girl.
"Please come with us. Trust me, it's more dangerous out here." Ron jumped in. Hermione and Ginny shared a thoughful glance before slowly making their way towards the boys.
"We're not going to hurt you. Come on." George coazed. When the girls finally reached the boys, they still refuse to be taken inside.
"Come inside, please." Fred whispered, reaching out for Ginny. Giving him a doubtful look, she finally allowed him to carefully pull her inside. Hermione watched in confusion. Once Ginny was fully inside, Hermione allowed George to walk her inside. Mrs. Weasley sat at the kitchen table, tears still trickling down her cheeks. Hearing the noise, she looked up. Her eyes began to shine with hope.
"You got them inside!" she gasped.
"Yea, but they still don't remember us." Fred answered, sitting Ginny in a chair. Mrs. Weasley nodded before slowly walking to Hermione.
"Would you like some tea, dear?" she asked, bending to see her face. Hermione gave a slight nod before taking a seat next to Ginny. It was now in the light of the house that the boys could see how horrible the girls looked. Their clothes were torn and stained with blood. Their eyes sunk deep into their ghastly pale faces. Their hair hung matted to their scalp in strings of blood and dirt. They were bony from loss of food and their eyes shone fear, confusion, and anger in place of the happiness and joy that once was.
"They're not the same Hermione and Ginny we once knew are they?" Harry asked, finally speaking. He stood in front of Ginny, who looked at him warily, tears streaming down his face.
"No. I have a feeling they're not." Mrs. Weasley answered, handing the girls their tea. "We should take them to St. Mungos to see why they're acting like this." At this, they all nodded.
"Where's dad? I thought you were going to wake him." Ron asked, noticing his father's absense.
"Oh, he said he would be down in a minute. What he's doing, I have no idea!" she answered, waving her hand at the stairs. Ron nodded, placing his head down.
"Come on. We've got to get them to bed." Fred said, standing up.
"Yea, it's getting late." George agreed.
"How though? You know how hard it was just getting them to come in here!" Ron asked, glancing at Hermione and Ginny.
"We'll figure something out." Mrs.Weasley answered, putting the empty cups in the sink.
"We can at least try." Fred shrugged.
"Ginny, Hermione, you girls need some rest. Why don't you come with us?" Mrs. Weasley coaxed, but Hermione shook her head violently.
"Come on Hermione. Please?" George tried, lightly grabbing her arm. Hermione looked at him, as if studying him as before. She allowed him to gently pull her up from her seat and lead her into the sitting room. Ginny quickly got up on her own and followed. Laying on either end of the couch, they let themselves be covered in blankets. Within minutes, both girls were asleep.
"I wonder why they have no memory of us." Harry wondered aloud.
"How did they get here in the first place?" Ron asked, watching the sleeping girls.
"Maybe they didn't fully forget us. Like, some where deep inside, they know who we are. They just, maybe, oh, I don't know!" George guessed, throwing his hands in the air.
"We'll find out tomorrow when we take them to St. Mungos. Until then, I want all of you to go back to sleep. I'll sit here with the girls." Mrs. Weasley answered, shooing the boys to bed. Once they were all upstairs, Mrs. Weasley looked up to the same star that Harry looked to earlier and whispered, "Please, protect my girls. Let them remember."
