Chapter 2
AN 1: I want to thank everyone who took the time to review my first chapter, followed or favorited it, or simply read it 'till the end. I was quite insecure about myself (figures), didn't think my English was good enough, and kept procrastinating.
So it keeps me going, I guess.
AN 2: When I first started this story, I had a pretty good idea where I was heading to. Now I'm not so sure JWhile I'm writing, I keep getting other ideas for storylines, but then I have to adjust this chapter again. So I waited longer than I needed to, to post this 2nd chapter. I know I said that this story was going to be in Ron's POV, but I decided to write this one chapter in Hermione's, to clear some things up.
If characters react differently than in the books/movies, remember this is an AU!
So let's see where this all takes us, shall we?
Hermione Granger had enough. She was sitting in this dull chamber for over an hour, all by herself. She didn't know what she was doing here, how she got here in the first place. It was all a complete void inside her head.
For the last hour she'd tried to remember what had happened to her. Nothing… She hated to be left out, especially when it came to her own mind. Hermione usually knew everything, and what she didn't know, she looked up in books or the internet.
The last thing she remembered was being found by people who called themselves "aurors" but were clearly just undercover police officers. She didn't even know the place where she was found, or she thought she didn't. She wasn't sure what she thought anymore. Was she kidnapped and drugged? That could explain her sloppy memory.
After an hour, that was the only plausible explanation that she could think of. She had been drugged and kidnapped, but she was found, maybe even rescued by the police. And now she was in the police station so they could take her testimony.
But she was very disappointed in the way they treated her. After all, if she was indeed just saved from her kidnapper, they shouldn't let her alone for more than an hour! Wouldn't they let her be examined by a physician? There were two men who she thought at first were doctors, but they didn't perform any medical examinations.
Wouldn't they call someone? That is if they knew who she was, they didn't even ask her that kind of information. At least that was something she could remember.
She was just about to open the door and check if there was someone in the hallway who could give her some information or even just a glass of water, as the door opened and someone entered.
Hermione looked at the young man who took a seat in front of her. He was about her age, she guessed, flaming red hair and blue eyes. They send an intern to take her statement?
"Hermione Granger?" asked the young man. He looked at her and she was bewildered. She noticed his face was covered in freckles which gave him a very friendly appearance, but he tried to compose a stern look. She was caught off guard by his eyes, those blue eyes looked like they saw right through her.
That's ridiculous, she thought. You sound just like a teenage girl with her first puppy love. Get a hold of yourself, Granger.
She swallowed and found her voice. "That is correct. And you are?"
He smirked. "I'm Auror Weasley. Ron Weasley. I want to ask you a few questions, if I may?"
Auror? There was that word again. She never heard it before today. Maybe it was a special force unit within the police department? Specialized in missing persons, abductions, that sort of thing?
She noticed he was looking at her expectantly. He really asked for her permission?
"Yes, of course. But can I ask something first?" He nodded. "What exactly is an auror? Are you a specific kind of special agent perhaps?"
She noticed that this question made him uneasy. He shuffled in his seat, and rubbed his hand over the back of his head. An odd reaction.
"Aurors are wizards who are trained to investigate crimes related to Dark Magic." Ron answered and awaited her reaction. Hermione laughed.
"Good one," she said. "Alright, I understand. It's classified. I promise I won't ask it again."
He smiled. "I want to ask you something about the crime you witnessed. Could you describe what you saw?"
To her surprise he pulled out a piece of parchment and… it can't be… a quill?
"Is this supposed to be funny?" She burst. "I don't see why you can't take my situation seriously. I never asked to be brought here! Your people found me, took me here, you let me wait for more than an hour without even something to drink or an explanation and then you think it would be appropriate to just… mock me?" She pointed towards the quill.
His face changed just a second. She thought she saw surprise, but he quickly got a grip of himself and got his stern look back. He waved his hand and the parchment and quill were gone.
"I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you don't know anything about our world. But we'll get to that, I promise. Could you please try and ignore what just happened and tell me what you were doing in the gardens of the Virelli Mansion?"
"I'm sorry, where?" Hermione stuttered. Where did the quill and parchment go? She must still be under the influences from the drugs they gave her. She could've sworn that he just vanished them…
"Hermione, what can you remember? Do you remember how you got there?"
Hermione looked at Ron. She saw something again in those eyes… was he really concerned about her? No, she convinced herself, it was just one of those methods police officers used to comfort victims.
She quickly shifted through her memories but she couldn't find anything regarding her abduction. She wasn't even sure she was abducted in the first place.
"I… I don't remember anything…" she gave in. "I remember this room, I remember you coming in… I remember my name."
"And before you were brought here?" Ron asked, leaning a bit forward.
"I don't know… what happened to me?" Was it hot in here? Hermione opened her shirt a bit.
"That's what we're trying to find out. We're only trying to help you, I promise you. When you were found, you said some things that made the aurors think you witnessed the crime that took place inside the mansion. Those two men that came to visit you earlier, were healers. You would call them… doctors? They think you suffer from a temporary memory loss due to the amount of stress or trauma you experienced." Ron sat back in his seat.
"We're… I am going to try and bring your memory back. I'm afraid you are the only lead we have in this crime scene."
Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. She didn't feel well, her head started to hurt. She decided to be as honest as she could, as long as she could get out of here.
"I do remember things. I remember that I love books, that I'm allergic to horses. I remember my name and that I really love chicken pies. I like to know things… But I can't remember where I live, where I work… I can't remember where I was, who my family is. I really don't know…"
She began to breathe faster. Was it this hot in here before? Her hands were sweaty and they started to tremble. She entwined her fingers to conceal it.
"Hermione, are you all right?" Ron asked worried.
Why would he be worried, she thought. He doesn't know me. I'm all right… am I?
"I'm fine… I just need some air… too hot…" She breathed. I need to get out of here, some fresh air. What was wrong with her? The drugs… ?
She pushed her chair back and tried to get up, but noticed her knees failed to support her body. Her vision started to blur and the last thing she saw before all went black was a startled Ron rushing towards her, catching her just before her head would touch the ground.
AN: Well… that was different. I plan to change between POV depending on what part of the story needs to be told. I hope I made it obvious that the way Ron and Hermione both think are completely opposite. Ron's way of thinking is more straight forward, more 'masculin' you could say (no surprise there), while Hermione's thoughts are more logical, considering all things.
To be honest, I'm not that content with how this one turned out, I find it easier to write from Ron's POV… So I will return to look through his eyes in the next chapter!
