Thank you for all the reviews! I'm so happy that you enjoy my story. Seeing as how I only have written one Harry Potter story before, I didn't know how well I would do. Well, the reviews speak for themselves!

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Also, I apologize for making Natalia Malloy's name so close to Narcissa Malfoy's name. A slip of the mind if you will. These two are NOT related in anyway, shape, or form. Mrs. Malloy is simply a muggle.

Now, we begin.

-iiWishUponAStar

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Identity Crisis

Chapter Three

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I felt close to tears for some reason, when I picked up those two wand pieces. Harry's hand was clenched so much it began to turn white. He and I both knew it was a vain attempt to try and put the beautiful wand back together. I ran my finger from the tip of the wand to the jagged splinters where it was snapped in half.

"Vine wood with a dragon heartstring core," I murmured to myself.

Harry's head snapped up painfully to look at me, and he winced slightly.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"Well, is it not? This wand is vine wood with a dragon heartstring...oh." I realized just what had come out of my mouth.

"You remember your wand!" Harry cried gleefully.

"I suppose I do. I just…knew what it was." I admitted quietly, biting my lip.

"Don't you see, Hermione?! This is brilliant! If I can take you to the Burrow, and…and…Hogwarts, and Hagrid's house. Hell, I'll even take you all the way to bloody Azkaban if that means you'll get your memory back!" Harry exclaimed standing up. "Wait…maybe not Azkaban…no um…"

While Harry mumbled mainly to himself, I tucked my wand back in the small box.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to it, before closing the lid and placing the small box in the bigger one. I placed the album on top of it, and Harry returned it to the top shelf in the closet when I shoved the box in his arms.

"Hermione?" Harry asked quietly.

On reflex, I turned to look at him. He smiled at me slightly before sitting down.

"I forgot to ask…how you've been. I feel like a twat now. I just…" He sighed, running a hand through his ebony locks. "We've all missed you, Hermione. Despite all that's happened, well, are you happy?"

"I was," I whispered quietly. "You changed that for me Harry because now I am very unhappy."

"I see…"

"Not with you Harry. With the man I've called my husband for at least two years now. Knowing that he lied, erased my precious memories, and inserted himself into my life…well. It makes me unhappy to know that I've been happy with him when it's all been a lie."

"What does he look like?" Harry asked.

"I have a picture…it's…on the mantle there. Careful now." I said.

Harry reached over and grabbed the frame. He looked at it closely, his face impassive.

"I don't think I recognize that bloke. However, it's a picture. When he gets home, I'll be ready for him."

"Ready? For what?"

"He'll sense my magical presence. He'll want a fight, and he probably has his wand on him at all times."

"Rummage around a bit if you want, Harry. I have to call Mrs. Malloy and tell her that I won't be over for dinner with Dan." I called to him as I walked into the kitchen.

I grabbed the phone and dialed her number, waiting.

Hello?

"Nicole! It's Auntie Her-Jean. Is your mum there?" I asked, berating myself for the slip of the tongue.

Auntie Jean! Yeah, mum's right here. Mum! MUM!

I laughed slightly, amused by Nicole's behavior.

Hello, Jean?

"Natalia! Dan's not home yet, but an old friend has stopped by for tea. We're waiting here for Dan to arrive, then we'll all have dinner together. How about I bring some dessert over for the kids later?"

They'll love that! Chris is already home, and since we all know how much Dan loves to work, he should be home shortly.

"Thank you, Natalia. I'll see you soon."

Hanging up the phone, I turned to see Harry standing behind me.

"Harry!" I exclaimed, letting out a deep breath. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry," he murmured sheepishly. "I've been told that I'm very quiet."

"Anyway, Dan's probably still working, so you can help me," I said, opening the fridge.

"With what?" He asked, confused.

"Pull out your wand, Harry. We're going to cook."

"Cook?" He asked, furrowing his brow.

"Don't complain."

"But 'Mione…"

"No complaining!"

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I smiled to myself as Harry ambled out of the kitchen and collapsed on the couch. I had decided to make the kids an apple crumble, and every time Harry tried to taste something, I whacked his hand with the wooden spoon. Needless to say, his magic made everything easier. While I did the pouring and measuring, he stood by to wait for dirty dishes to clean.

It went much faster than I expected.

"Hand still hurt?" I called, covering the crumble and placing it on the counter.

"Yes…"

"Good," I retorted.

He came back in the kitchen, obviously wary of me now.

"The wooden spoon is cleaned and put away, Harry," I laughed. "There's no need for that look."

He smiled slightly and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Alright, alright."

"Come on. Get your things ready. We'll head on over right now and take the kids my dessert."

"We don't get to eat any?"

"Quit complaining," I said, pulling on my jacket.

He grabbed the crumble from the counter as I grabbed my keys. The sun was almost setting as we stepped out the door and onto the walkway. Locking the door behind us, Harry followed me as we headed down to the sidewalk.

"So where does she live?" He asked, looking at the horizon.

"Just down the street here. We're good friends, she and I." I answered, smiling to myself. "My only friend when Dan and I had just moved here."

Harry looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "Didn't the others keep in touch?"

I smiled at him. "If I am who you say I am, then obviously not. The memory I have is that Dan and I lost touch with our friends when we moved away. I suppose he was only thinking of himself."

"Maybe he was thinking of himself. Who wouldn't in a case like this? He may have thought that what he was doing was right by his standards, but certainly not right by ours. In a way, he thought of you too. He gave you happy memories, instead of ones filled with pain and misery. He was looking out for you as well."

"I wouldn't try to justify him, Harry. I want to know who did this to me." I said sharply.

"So do I. So do I."

When we came to their house, we didn't even have to knock on the door. Nicole was sitting on the doorstep when he arrived.

"Auntie Jean!" She exclaimed, hugging me.

I laughed and hugged the girl back. She still called me aunt even if we were only five years apart. Nicolas came and stood in the doorway, hanging back away from us. Harry stiffened slightly, and I turned to look at him as Nicole went to her twin.

"What is it?" I whispered.

"I bet you that kids goes to Durmstrang," he whispered back.

"What's that?"

"A different magical school from Hogwarts."

I walked in a daze as Nicole dragged me to the door. Harry followed along silently, and he and Nicolas locked eyes. Something seemed to pass between them, for Nicolas smiled and welcomed us in.

"Hello Jean dear! Come to the kitchen!" Natalia called.

I said a hello to Chris who was sitting on the couch, before Harry and I headed into her kitchen.

"Oh, who's this?" She asked, looking at Harry.

"This is my friend, Harry. Harry, this is Natalia Malloy." I said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am," Harry said, smiling at her.

"And a pleasure to meet you my boy. Is that the crumble, Jean?"

"Yes. Apple."

"How delightful! Nicolas and Nicole will be thrilled. Kids!"

"So, how is school going for Nicolas and Nicole?" I asked her, nonchalantly.

"Nicole is still attending the Secondary school about four blocks from here. She's in fourth form I believe it is. Nicolas goes across the sea to attend this old school called Durmstrang if I remember correctly." Natalia said, smiling. "He's very lucky to get to go there."

"Why not take both twins?" I asked.

She averted her eyes, and I had my answer.

"I asked them about that, but they said that Nicolas had all the qualifications while Nicole did not. It's not something they take lightly." She shrugged.

"Of course not. Nicole doesn't have magic." I stated bluntly.

Stumbling over her words, Natalia blinked at me. "You know?"

"Call Nicolas in here, won't you?"

"No need," Nicolas said, strolling into the kitchen.

"I win the bet," Harry said smiling.

"You're him aren't you?" Nicolas asked.

Harry smirked and adjusted his glasses, sweeping back his hair a bit to show the scar on his forehead.

"I knew it."

"Yes. I am Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived."

"Did you find her yet?" Nicolas asked. "Did you find the brightest witch of your era?"

Harry shot a look at me before his eyes returned to Nicolas. "How do you know that?"

"Viktor Krum of course! He comes back to talk to some of us at Durmstrang you know. He told us that after the big battle, Hermione Granger disappeared! She's been missing for at least two years now."

"Yes, Nicolas, I have found her. At last."

"Is she well? How has she been? Where did she go? I-"

"Nicolas. Leave Harry alone and have some apple crumble alright?" Mrs. Malloy berated him.

"Yes mother."

"I've wanted to tell you, Jean, but it's against strict code you know. However, I never realized…never dreamed…" She trailed off.

I smiled at her.

"It's understandable. Nicolas is of course a muggle-born. How did Nicole and Chris take the news?" I asked.

"Chris was shocked, as much as I was really. We received letters from Hogwarts I believe, and Durmstrang. We went with Durmstrang. That's why you haven't seen Nicolas around the school year since he was twelve. Nicole, well, she just wants to support her brother.

"So," Nicolas said, drawing attention back to him. "Where is she, Harry?"

"What do you know of her?" Harry fired back.

"Well," Nicolas began, swallowing what food he had in his mouth. "I know that she about your age now. Her name is Hermione Jean Granger, and she's a muggle-born. Like me! There wasn't a spell she couldn't do, and she was in Gryffindor house. She helped you defeat Voldemort with Ron Weasley."

Harry stared at Nicolas some more before he turned to look at me.

"No way. Auntie Jean?"

"That's my name, Nicolas," I answered, smiling.

"My auntie's Hermione Granger! Oh wow!"

"Jean, is this true?" Mrs. Malloy asked me, surprised.

"I just found it out myself today actually. Dan he's a wizard…and he took my memories. Gave me false ones. Harry found me and told me the whole thing." I said softly.

"What about your wand dear?"

"He snapped it in half."

"I knew there was something wrong with Dan! I just knew it!" Nicole exclaimed bursting into the kitchen.

Harry laughed. "Keep that up, and you'll be a seer."

"Really? You think so? That'd be amazing." Nicole said, smiling.

"Anyway, we've imposed too much. We'll be leaving now." I said, hugging Natalia and then the kids.

"Bye Auntie Hermione! I hope you get your memory back!" Nicolas called as Harry and I walked out the front door.

"Great kids," Harry murmured when we were on the sidewalk heading home.

"Nicolas and Nicole are wonderful. I never would have expected..."

"Learn to expect the unexpected, Hermione. It comes with the wizarding world. A world you must live in once more." Harry answered.

"I have to?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well…no…but we all want you to. Now that I've found you."

The light was on in the house as we headed up the walk. Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket, and I unlocked the door. Letting us inside, I took my jacket off and hung it up.

"Jean? Is that you?" Dan called.

Harry stiffened and growled. "I know that voice."

Harry stepped forward as Dan rounded the corner in the hallway. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Harry's face was twisted with anger and fury, while Dan had a blend of shock, confusion, and surprise. When Dan pulled the wand out of his pocket, all hell broke loose.

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Bwahaha. I said that Mrs. Malloy was a muggle, not her children. Well, one child. Poor Nicole. Haha. Anyway, yet another chapter where we have no idea who Dan is.

Oh me oh my! Haha, but Harry knows~! And he's surely annoyed.

Any guesses? Teehee. This has been iiWishUponAStar, signing out. See ya later! And don't forget to review!

-iiWishUponAStar