So here is the first chapter of Phoenix out of Ashes. There's not much to say about it.
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Chapter 1
Hermione Granger was walking through Hyde Park, her hands in her pockets and deep in thoughts. She felt exhausted. The events of the last few days had left her with a mixture of anger, confusion and sadness. There also was relief and happiness that Voldemort had been defeated, but it was buried under these other feelings. She longed for a shoulder to lean on, two strong arms that would hold her while she tried to handle what had happened. But there were none. There would have been, hours ago, but not after the latest event that had churned Hermione up like that.
Some hours ago, in the middle of the night, Hermione and some others had taken their wounded combatants, including Harry, to St Mungo's. There, Hermione had stated that she found it cruel to kill all the Death Eaters, after all they could be changed. But both Harry and Ron said that no jail or establishment, not even Azkaban was safe enough, now that they could not trust Dementors to guard it properly. Hermione had disagreed and they had argued. It had ended with Ron finishing their relationship and Harry having her sent out of his room. And now she had to remember what Harry and Ron had been able to let her forget in the last few years: what it meant to be lonely. The only friend she had left was Ginny and she was busy snogging Harry.
Hermione Granger was once again without friends.
He opened his eyes, but the light was so bright he had to close them again immediately. About a minute later he slowly opened them again. This time he was able to get his eyes used to the light. Ignoring the pain in his body, he sat up and looked around. He had no idea where he was or how he got here, but that was his least problem, because he didn't know who he was, either.
As he sat there and tried to remember something, he noticed that he had not forgotten everything. There still were some vague faces and feelings left. Unfortunately nothing that was any help. As he had nothing else to do, he started to walk around the park, hoping to meet someone who knew him.
Eventually he found a girl whose face he recognized. He didn't know her name or where he knew her from, but he was sure that he knew her. He took a deep breath and walked towards her.
"Excuse me, miss, but do we know each other?", he asked.
"That's about the worst way of chatting someone up I ever heard.", she growled without looking up.
"Er... I..."
She looked up. Her expression changed into confusion.
"Draco Malfoy! What is it that you want?"
"So my name is Draco Malfoy? I'm afraid I lost my memory. I thought you might know who I am."
"As a matter of fact I do know who you are. Unfortunately. You are Draco Malfoy, the most arrogant idiot I've ever come across."
"So I suppose we were not friends?"
"Friends? Friends???? You hated me!"
"Really? I must have been mad to hate such a beautiful girl. And do you hate me?"
"Umm, yeah, I suppose so, after all it's hard not to hate someone who keeps insulting you."
"Oh. But... Would you please help me anyway? I don't know where to find someone else who knows me. Do you know where I can find my parents?"
"On a cemetery, but I don't know which one. And now would you please leave me alone?"
She could see sadness appearing in his handsome face and could swear that for a moment there even were tears in those grey eyes that used to be so cold. But he blinked them away.
"Oh, er, thank you.", he said and walked away.
But he hadn't walked far when he heard her call his name:
"Malfoy!"
He turned.
"Ok, I'll help you. Sorry I was so rude."
"Thank you.", he said again.
"I think you didn't tell me your name yet."
"Hermione. Hermione Granger", she answered.