Waking up to daylight, with a throbbing pain in her head and lip, was Hermione. She felt her tongue run lightly around the new stitches. Obviously Hermione was either not alone or her mind has taken on a sick punishment of pain. Sucking her tounge back into her mouth, she stared up above her at the painfully white cusion that covered her all around. Tugging at the invisible bounds, Hermione let out fierce angry sobs.
"Hermione" A slightly awkward young man in something like a safety suit, shouted from the door way
"LET ME OUT, PLEASE, HELP, I CANT BREATH!, IM GOING TO DIE! SOMEBODY SAVE ME" Blood curlting screams spewed out of Hermiones mouth before she could stop them, funny thing though, she didnt want them to stop, she wanted to be free and she wanted everyone to know it. She was sobbing now and she couldnt wipe her tears or anything. furious with herself and depressed at the same time.
The man ran up to Hermione's Bed side table and quickly with a swish of a piece of wood, Hermione was unbounded. Not wasting any time she sprang from her bed and attacked the man, screaming.
"LET ME OUT! SAVE ME! THIER GOING TO KILL ME!" The man was frightened to death, several nurses rushed in and pried Hermione's hands away from him. Shoving a calming draught down her throat, dragging her body back to the bed, the nurses flicked their pieces of wood and bands sprang out of the bed and tighly wrapped around Hermione's body.
Neville turned towards the nurses,
"She should still be able to talk, correct?"
"Yes Docter." They turned toward the padded door and left the two of them alone. Turning back to Hermione, who was staring at him though half lidded eyes, asked, "Who are you."
Neville, not being able to read though her entire health file, looked at her with shocked eyes, not fulling understanding her illness.
"I'm Neville Longbottom, we went to Hogwarts together." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Hermione only stared at him an expression of calmness, but he could see the crazy laughter that wanted to escape her.
"Hogwarts? are you sure you dont belong here, not me, I'M FINE!" Hermione was fighting the draught, it must have been a pretty weak one Neville thought bitterly, its only a matter of time before she becomes her angry self again.
"Hermione Granger, what do you remember?" Neville asked slowly, fearing the worst.
"I'm Hermione, not Granger." She replied evenly, as if she really didnt know. Which Neville didnt believe for a second.
Bidding a rushed goodbye, Neville left the room quickly, his mind full of questions. He raced down to the records in search of a 'Hermione Jean Granger' file. thankfully it was easy to find. he lipped to the page holding her illness and began to read.
she arrived at St. Mungo's after the War with many others. it seems she dived in the way of a falling wall and was comatosed for 6 months. While awakening she couldnt recall any names nor any events, not even little details to what year it was. Miss Granger even seemed to have lost her mind somewhere along the way. Things must be known, her memories may never come back, 50/50 chance.
Neville stared at the file in question, he was filled with different emotions, confusion, regret, pity. He didnt know what to think. He put the file away and went back to return to Hermione
she was where he left her, she was still staring at the door. She was still calm though, he figured this was time to help her as any.
"Hermione, who are the Weasleys?" Nevilled asked evenly.
"who?"
"The Weasleys, they were like a second family to you and Harry."
"Family? Harry?"
"Nevermind, worthless." Neville didnt really know what to ask, if she didnt remember the Weasleys or Harry. he turned back around and left that day.
Hermione felt nothing, not alive or dead, her body felt like it wasnt even her own. She didnt understand anything, not this place or these docters or nurses. All she knew was that she was tired all the time, opening her eyes and closing them made her sleepy. She couldnt this place another day. Its been another 2 months since Dr. Longbottom started quizzing her on some family that she didnt know. Hermione hasnt even been unbounded since that day. All these nurses would pull random pieces of wood and take care of her, feed her, empty her bladder, bathe her, she didnt understand it herself. But then again, Hermione didnt want too, she didnt care. It was all imaginary. The white, the people, the pain, it was all that came out when her head uncorked itself.
The door squeaked open and in walked Dr. Longbottom. Hermione stared at him evenly, not turning her gaze.
"I have news, you are being checked out"
forgot to say before, I don't own Harry Potter. what ever you don't recognize I own. Nothing else