It has been a while... Sorry guys, I'm going to try and upload more frequently. I should have had the first five chapters written before uploading the first one, but I was too impatient. Sorry. I have the third one nearly ready, so hopefully it'll be up this week, if not tomorrow. Thanks for the support!
Chapter 2: Five Years of Fun
"We met on the train ride here," Ron told me as he sat on a chair beside my bed. The others were seated all around me, listening to the boy speak, "you were really bossy and showed us up. You already knew a few spells and your textbooks off by heart. We didn't really speak for a few months, you didn't approve of what Harry and I did because we had no regards for the rules. On Halloween, you showed me up in class and I said mean things about you."
"What did you say?" I asked him: I wanted to know every little detail.
"I said that it was no wonder that you didn't have any friends." Those words seemed to hurt me, and the boy looked as though he regretted those words, even four years later.
"What happened?"
"You ran past me, crying. You then didn't appear at the feast that evening, and we heard Parvati – another one of our classmates – telling her friend Lavender that you had been crying in the girls' bathroom all day. I felt really bad, obviously, but then Professor Quirrell – I'll get to him in a minute – runs into the Great Hall screaming about a troll in the dungeons. Everybody starts to panic, obviously, and then Dumbledore – he's the headmaster – took control of the situation and ordered us to our dorms. Harry then pulled me aside and reminded me that you weren't at the feast and therefore didn't know about the troll. We decided to sneak off and find you, and it's a good thing we did because the troll had found you."
"How big was the troll?" I asked, amazed.
"About 10 feet. Trolls get a lot bigger than that, but it was still huge, especially to tiny 11 year olds." Harry grinned at the memory. "Anyway, so we manage to defeat the troll by knocking it out with its own club and Harry stuck his wand up its nose." I laughed.
"Seriously? Up its nose? Didn't you get loads of troll bogeys?" Harry laughed, and Ron joined in.
"It was horrible. I wiped it on the troll's shorts." I laughed, but found that that hurt me, so I tried to control it.
"What happened next? Did we get in trouble?" Ron smiled.
"Some professors ran in because of the noise. I can't remember exactly who was there, but I know McGonagall and Snape were."
"Quirrell was there as well." Harry told him.
"McGonagall started shouting at Harry and me and we were convinced we were about to be expelled, but then you piped up and took the blame for it." I goggled at him.
"You mean I lied to a teacher?" Ron laughed.
"That you did. Trust me, Harry and I were just as amazed. And that's how we became friends." I smiled.
"It sounds like something out of a story book."
"Well it is full of trolls and wizards. I couldn't believe it when Hagrid told me I was a wizard."
"I still can't." I told him, laying back into my pillows. "What happened after that?" Ron continued with his story. He told me about the philosopher's stone, and about how we thought that Snape was trying to steal it. I listened in awe as he recounted how we snuck out at night under the invisibility cloak, how I petrified a classmate, and got past a 3 headed dog. I closed my eyes and listened to his voice. It was southing, as though I had heard it before, it was familiar to me. Ron told me in detail the different levels to get to the stone and how he's found it. How it was Quirrell – not Snape – who wanted the stone for Voldemort. Ron spoke for hours, telling me all about our five years together. He told me about my cat, Crookshanks, and how even though he'd hated him before, had a soft spot for him now. When he had finished, I opened my eyes again.
"I can't remember any of that." I whispered. "It sounds like we had so many adventures, so many memories. And I can't remember any of them." I started to cry, and Ginny put her arm on my shoulder.
"I'm sure you'll get your memory back, Hermione." She told me gently. I smiled a small smile at her.
"But what if I can't?" I asked her, and she smiled.
"Then we'll just have to make some new memories." I smiled again, her words reassuring me.
"You three have been here long enough!" Madame Pomfrey had appeared again, and she shooed all but Ron out of the room. The latter returned to his bed, where she looked him over.
"What happened to your arms?" I asked him.
"Didn't I tell you?" I shook my head. "I got attacked by some brains." He saw that I looked puzzled, and he shrugged. "I don't really know either. They have some weird stuff in there. Well, they had some weird stuff, most of it's been destroyed…" He trailed off and looked at me again. Madame Pomfrey seemed satisfied and went back to my bedside.
"Ms Granger, please, it's time for your medicine." She administered some weird purple liquid. I choked as I swallowed it. It burned my mouth and throat, and I coughed. Madame Pomfrey fetched me a glass of water to help, and it eased the pain, leaving for her office once I had finished the water.
"I'm sorry this happened." He told me once she left.
"It's not your fault. I wanted to go, and there was probably nothing you could say to stop me." Ron grinned.
"That's true. I just hope you get your memory back soon." I smiled and lay back down on my bed.
"Ron?"
"Hmm?"
"Tell me about our lessons. What the professors are like, what we learn. Please?" Ron agreed and I closed my eyes. I don't know when exactly I fell asleep, but when I awoke, it was night time and Ron's snores echoed around the room. I looked at the outline of the boy and felt a pang of guilt. He obviously cared, as did the others, and yet they meant nothing to me anymore, I had no memory of them. The guilt washed over me, consuming my every thought. I lay awake for some time, staring at Ron and listening to his snores, before I closed my eyes and slept once more.
The next few weeks were made up of me going through some books. I found that I still remembered the spells and potions. Harry and Ron managed to rustle up some books from the previous four years. Madame Pomfrey kept me in the hospital wing for a few more days, and when she finally released me she made me promise to check in everyday and take the potions. I spent my time in the library, discovering the world that I had found myself in. Everything I read felt familiar to me, and I knew that I had read it before, long ago. Ron and Harry showed me the books that I had really liked, and I spent hours in there. I felt bad for Ron and Harry, and I tried to spend as much time as I could with them as well. They told me stories and jokes, and Ron showed me how to play wizard chess. This frustrated me as I never won, and Ron smiled, and told me that it was healthy for me. Although it did annoy me, I did laugh, knowing he was right. If I wasn't in the library or with the others in the common room, I was exploring the castle. Ron showed me every classroom and the classes that were held within, and Harry told me about the professors. He also pointed them out to me when we saw them. During that week, I was told everything that I had lost. Part of me loved hearing the stories, especially when they told me of all of the rules that I broke, but the other part of ached at the thought that I had lived through it all. It broke my heart to think I may never get back these past five years.
