Amnesia

Chapter 1- Prologue

"Mr and Mrs Granger, your daughter has amnesia."

My name is…Hermione, I think.

"It's an extremely rare case…"

I am seventeen years old…I think.

"…can only remember what she's read, but not faces, names, or events."

And I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At least, I think I do.

"Do you have any questions?"

Oh yes.

Know how I got amnesia? I fell up the stairs. Up the stairs. Who does that? Well, I guess I do.

Now I don't remember anyone or anything, unless I read about it somewhere.

I talked to my parents, and they filled me in on some things. Like, I have a cat named Crookshanks, my best friends are male, and oh yeah, I'm a witch. Seriously. I wouldn't have believed them if I didn't remember reading about it for the past six years. But it's true.

So now it's been a week or so, and I'm driving with my parents to meet my best friends that I don't even remember. The doctor recommended that I spend the day before school starts with them, to learn "the rules and regulations of the boarding school." Please. I remember the rules. It's everything else I don't understand.

"Hermione," my dad says, "keep a lookout on your left. According to the directions, this Leaky Pot place should be coming up."

"Cauldron, dear." Says my mother.

"What?"

"It's the Leaky Cauldron, not the Leaky Pot." She says gently.

"No matter." My father says, waving off the help.

"There it is!" I found it. It looks…well, dingy.

"No," says my mother forcefully. "No, no, no, no, no. No way is my daughter staying in an old broken down shack. No."

"You can see it?" I ask. "Because I thought you wouldn't be able too." At least, that's what it said in a book I once read.

"I'm sure it's a magic thing we Muggles just wouldn't understand," my dad jokes. "Ah look! Here come Harry and Ronald!"

I look, and I see two tall boys walking towards me. They seem to be muscular. One has red hair, the other black.

"Hi Mione!" they say together.

"Young man!" my mother practically shrieks, pulling the redhead towards her. "Explain to me about the magic behind this, this… shack!"

Redhead begins to explain to her, and the raven haired boy walks over to me and envelopes me in a hug. "Hi Mione." He mutters in my shoulder. Okay, fifty/fifty chance.

"Hi Ronald." I reply.

He pulls back and looks at me, his hands still on my shoulders. "I'm Harry."

"Crap," I wince, "I'm sorry."

"No problem Mione. It's not your fault." Harry hugs me again. "And you should call him Ron, not Ronald, Just a hint."

"Okay. Thank you." Great. First thirty second and I've already screwed up both my best friends names.

"Mione!" Ron bounds over and grabs me in a bear hug.

"Hi Ron!" I say.

"I've explained everything to your mum," he says, letting me go. "So, are you ready?"

"Just about." I reply.

Harry and Ron pick up my trunk, and I turn to my parents.

"So," I say, "see you guys later."

"Bye Mione," says my mum, tearing up. "Stay safe. Make good choices. Use protection."

"Mum!"

"Well, I just want you to be safe. I don't want you to be harmed. My little girl, all grown up and off for her last year of school. Oh!" Mum bursts into tears and pulls me into a hug. "I love you so much Hermy! Just promise me you'll be careful."

"I promise Mum. I love you too." I say, looking pleadingly at my dad.

"Alright honey, let her breathe," my dad says, pulling her off of me and giving me a hug. "I love you, be safe."

"I love you too Dad," I reply, pulling away. "Well, I guess I've got to go."

"Bye honey!" My parents call as I follow Harry and Ron towards the Leaky Cauldron. When I get to the doorway, I turn and watch as my parents start to drive away, leaving me to face a world I barely remember all by myself.

"Coming Mione?" asks Harry from behind me.

Well, almost all by myself.

This is just the prologue, to set the plot. The rest of the chapters will be longer, I promise.