Chapter 3

Hermione rolled over in her sleep. This cot was more comfortable than I realized, she thought. She slowly opened her eyes, hoping to see Harry so that she could apologize to him for the night before.

What she saw instead made her heart feel like stopping.

She was in her room, at home, in London.

"What!" She looked around for some sign that the last seven years had not been a dream. "No, please." She scrambled around her room and found her spell books and wand laying on her bedside table. Everything was in it's rightful place.

What's going on? she thought. Where's Harry? Why am I here?

She looked down at the foot of her bed to see two separate halves of Harry's wand with a note laying underneath it. She tore it from the sack and began to read.

My most precious Hermione,

You are probably wondering what has happened by now. I am sorry to say this is part of a plan I had to keep you safe.

First, I must tell you. I lied. I do love you. With all of my heart. I had never realized until that moment. You have been with me through everything and I am grateful. You have no idea how long I've waited for someone to love me back.

Secondly, you have realized by now that I have brought you back to your home. I hope you will forgive me someday but I put a charm on you that put you into a comatose state so you would not wake while I moved you. I, also, removed the charm on your parents that you had put on them. It wasn't easy but they remember you again. You did a hell of a job on that spell. I shouldn't be so surprised. You were always very thorough. However, I kept any memory of my name out of their memories. Anything you've ever told them about me is gone.

If I survive I will come back to your house as soon as the war is over.

If I don't survive, I have left instructions for our friends to come and get you.

Don't bother trying to apparate or trying to leave. I have put advanced magic on your house so that no one can get in or go out. This is the only way to keep you safe. I have the books I got the spells from with me so that you cannot look up the counter spells. I made sure they were not in any of your other books, too.

Hermione, I love you with every fiber of my being. I know you are probably furious with me but I hope that one day you can forgive me.

I hope to see you soon.

With all of my heart,

Harry

Hermione dropped the letter, breathing fast. No! NO! Her body screamed for it not to be true. She had to get out of here and help him. That was her purpose!

She turned on the spot but nothing happened. Running to her window, she opened it and could see the wave of the spell around the house. He had actually done all of this. It was true. She thought, heartbroken.

She tried for hours to lift the spells but it was no use.

She could not leave.