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"Harry! What is going on?" Hermione asked a zoned out Harry.

"What?"

"I said what is going on? Dumbledore just… and he said…"

Harry was confused as well. What did Dumbledore mean by, lives were saved, why did he mention Sirius. Then there was the fact that any door Harry opened would be charmed to send him to a random place and time. Of course Harry had also Apparated, which is illegal until you are a certain age. But, Dumbledore seemed so calm.

"Harry?!" Hermione shouted.

"Umm… I'm really not too sure, Hermione," Harry said. "But, at least we're together now." He flung his arms around Hermione embracing her an a huge hug. He made himself closer and closer to her, then pulled her into a kiss. She immediately pushed him away.

"Harry!" She screamed. "What the bloody heck do you think you're doing?!"

"Erm… well I thought we could start where we left off… and-" Harry was cut off, by Hermione.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked. "I thought you fancied Cho? Why have you, a sudden interest in me? Is that just how you are, now?" She seemed very frustrated. Almost mad.

"But, before Croaker changed our lives, before-"

"I still don't get anything you're saying," She said. "Who's Croaker?"

"The man with the Department of Mysteries!" Harry explained. "He made us relive our first four years, totally different then we were supposed to. We loved each other, Mione, don't you remember? Even a little bit?"

"No I don't Harry, I haven't the vaguest idea of what you're talking about," Hermione said. "I don't really like you like that, Harry, I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I'm really sorry, Harry. To be truthful, I kind of fancied Ron a bit."

"Hermione, don't you remember?"

"I told you Harry, I don't remember anything between us!" Hermione sincerely sounded confused. But, Harry sprung up an idea.

"Do you have any spare parchment, and a quill?" Harry asked.

"Umm… I could conjure one, but why are you-"

"No time to explain, just please get me some, quick!"

Hermione raise her wand in the air, "Papyrum Fermeca Ploma!" A light colored stream came out of the wand in a ribbon-like motion. A piece of paper and a quill was conjured quickly in the air. Harry grabbed them, and wrote very fast words on the paper:

Dumbledore, please find a way to get me and Hermione to your Pensieve. Any way is fine, just please help us as soon as possible.

- Harry

Harry looked around for a minute, before finding just who he needed, Hedwig. "Alright girl, get this to Dumbledore as fast as you can." The owl took off immediately, letter in claw. "Hermione, before you woke up here, what is the last thing you can remember?"

"Umm… I think they called it a 'Prophecy'," Hermione said. "I remember hearing that."

"Nothing about a white room? Nothing at all?"

"Harry, are you feeling alright?" Hermione asked.

"Just fine Hermione, but I'm being serious, do you remember a white room?" He asked.

"Well… I do faintly remember a flash of green light, I figured it was freight from the Death Eaters. Being the main one's who use 'The Killing Curse'."

"No, that was real Hermione, you were shot with Obliviate, nearly 7 times," Harry said.

Another flash was seen, and finally he got a response. He was in Dumbledore's Office.