"Hermione, is that you?" the figure asked but the girl remained silent. She didn't know who this Hermione was but she was certain that it wasn't her. She had no idea who this person was but he seemed to know her. Then again, she didnt know anything of her past, she just couldn't remember. Despite the pain from her muscles, she raised her head to look at the others who were helping everyone. She found it strange that this person sounded almost- no, very worried and certain that she was called Hermione.

"Harry, we need to get them out before more Death Eaters are..." a figure, a man said but froze in place when his gaze fell on her. He lowered his hood, staring at her. The young woman felt uncomfortable under the gaze but refused to look away as she observed him. He had slightly long, unkept red hair that stood out in the dark room.

The figure who kept his hood up nodded and stood up. He walked over to the others in the room and whispered some instructions that the young woman couldn't hear. She wondered who they were, they were obviously not one of them, maybe they were really here to help.

A green flash and panicked screams and shouts caused her to break out of her thoughts. She looked to the door and saw one of the... she guessed they were called Death Eaters. "Protego!" the redhead man who was called Ron shouted, causing a shield to surround the figure that had first talked, the one who called her Hermione. The green flash hit the shield and was sent in the opposite direction where it hit the wall.

"Thanks mate" the man, Harry said, clamping Ron on the back before pointing his wand at the Death Eater. "Expelliarmus!" he growled, aiming at the Death Eater's chest. Listening the best she could, the woman watched the scene, bright lights reflecting in her eyes. She winced, her head was beginning to throb and the voices were becoming more distant. Not able to take the pain any more, she let out a sharp breath and let the darkness take her over. The last thing she heard before unconciousness was a thump like a body falling to the ground.

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A bright light infiltrated the dark, bringing the young woman out of her peace. She didn't know what it was but it was annoying and hurt. She remembered losing consciousness... was she dead?

No she couldn't be, the light hurt which meant that she still had her senses but what was it. She wanted to whack the light away but it just wouldn't leave. The stubborn light hovered to the left then back to the right, making her even more confused. As the light grew brighter, she heard voices around her, where were they coming from?

The light continued to grow until finally, she was met with new surroundings. She could see white walls and three figures but she couldn't make out what they looked like. Wincing, she closed her eyes when the light was too painful. Dammit, what was that thing, it hurt.

"She is awake Mr. Potter" a woman said, a voice that was unfamiliar to her. She didn't like this one bit, everything was so different, she didn't know whether to be happy or scared. She guessed that she would have to wait until she found out what was going on to be sure. Once more, she tried to open her eyes and was thankful that the bright light had gone. She watched as the woman put some small metal looking thing down. She scowled, that must have been the stupid light.

"How do you feel Miss?" the Healer asked, turning back to her. She didn't know how to answer the question, she didn't know how she felt, maybe a little nauseous. She didn't really have time to answer the Healer as she heard two different voices say her name. She turned to the other two figures that were in the room, one of them was Ron from the room. Only, he didn't have his cape on now, he was in muggle leans and shirt. The man next to him must have been Harry, she recognised his green eyes. He was dressed similar to Ron, in muggle clothes.

She tried to speak but all that came out was a hoarse croak which caused her to wince. She was surprised when the Healer handed her a glass of water but accepted it gratefully.

"Thank you, you are being so kind but I don't know who this Hermione is" she said, looking down at the floor.

"Something must have happened, she looks and sounds exactly like Hermione" Harry whispered to Ron.

"Don't forget Harry, it was years since she was taken" Ron tried to reason with him. The other boy shook his head before walking closer to the bed the woman was on.

"Hermione, It's me, Harry, don't you remember?" he asked, ignoring Ron as he stood behind him, watching the girl carefully.

"I'm sorry Harry but I am not this Hermione" she shook her head, wincing again.

"You have to remember, we went to school together, Gryffindors, you helped with the DA and when me and Harry wouldn't do our homework" Ron said as he too, stepped closer to her.

"I'm sorry but I dont know you, you must be mistaking me with someone else" the woman tried to explain but it fell on deaf ears.

"Alright, that is enough, she needs rest" the Healer said, ushering both men out and closing the door behind them. Pleased with the peace, the woman turned onto her side, her eyes fluttered closed as she went to sleep.

For the rest of the night, she tossed in her restless sleep. So many things were going through her mind. Was she Hermione?

She didn't know who she was or who those men were either but what if they were right, they did save her so they must have recognised her. She didnt know what to think, they had saved her but she still didn't know them.

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Harry and Ron stood on the other side of the door, waiting for the Healer to go back to her office.

"I don't care what she says, that is Hermione for sure, it just has to be" Harry whispered to Ron.

"It does seem like her" Ron said, looking back to the door. He had missed Hermione so much and things had changed a lot over the past few years. "I have to go back to Lavender" he said as he pulled out his wand. She was going to be worried about him. Last time, she had scolded him for hours for not even owling her to let her know he was safe.

"Ok. I am going to wait here. you best go mate" Harry said, nodding in understanding as he watched his friend leave. He walked to the waiting room and sighed as he took a seat. "Hermione, what had happened to you?" he mumbled quietly, watching Healers go in and out of the room.

After a few hours, he was finally allowed to go back in to see her. He walked in quietly, smiling when he saw how much healthier she looked. She was still very thin and a little pale but he was sure that they could help that.

"How do you feel?" he asked her, feeling that it was best not to call her by her name, in case it upset her again.

"I am feeling much better, thank you" she said quietly as she sat up on the bed.

"She is ready to leave as soon as she wishes" one of the Healers told him. He nodded, frowning when he saw the girls- Hermione's expression.

"You are coming home, we will help you remember. do you trust me?" he asked, holding out his hand to her. His frown vanished after a small hesitation and she took his hand.

Without another word, he apparated them to where he knew Ron would be waiting, the Burrow.

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(A/N I am hoping to get another chapter up either today or tomorrow because it is kind of short.)