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Harry and Hermione were married and very much in love, that was until a friendly get together with friends
Led to an accident that left Hermione with a nasty bruise and no memory of her husband what so ever. Now
Harry has to convince her to open her heart to him and just remember…
Chapter 1 - A Friendly Get Together
The field was captivating. Green hills stretched out for miles, brightened by the soft rays of the warm sun as they
slipped over the flowers and Hermione grinned. She was glad she had taken Neville's advice and decided to come.
Slipping her arms through Ginny and Luna's the three girls took off laughing in search of a perfect spot leaving the
Guys behind to bring all their things.
"Was that one of Molly's recipes?" Luna asked resting her head on Ron's shoulder. Before Ginny could respond, Ron groaned signaling Luna to look up.
"Harry, Draco, I sense pointless women talk coming on. How about that game of Quidditch?" he stood up clapping his hands.
"Your on" Draco smirked, following Ron's lead.
"You two go ahead. I'll just stay here, after all I don't mind women talk" Harry smirked when Hermione rolled her eyes.
Draco shrugged "Suit yourself Potter" he said turning quickly to Ron and winked. "Come on Weasley, It works out. didn't really feel like waiting hours for him to catch the snitch."
Harry spit out his lemonade in shock "What?" he gasped.
"Face it Harry the git has a point" Ron smirked. "The what Weasley?" If Ron heard him he didn't show it.
Harry jumped up "I could catch the snitch in five minutes" he cried out.
Placing his hand on his chin Draco seemed to be pondering on his words. "Alright Potter, to be fair I'll give you six" he nodded gleaming inside. Yeah he had him now.
Narrowing his eyes in challenge Harry smirked "I only need four" he said.
Hermione laughed, they sure knew how to get to Harry and he fell for it every time. "Go show them Harry" she cheered as they headed down the field.
"Yeah Harry" whistled Ginny.
"Gin. Remember me" Draco growled.
Eyes widen in shock Ginny looked sheepishly, "You know I always cheer for Harry when it comes to quidditch. Old habits die hard."
"Ha, Ha" he said, choosing not to hide his sarcasm.
Harry couldn't help laughing at his friend's jealousy. "Thinks it's funny huh?" Draco asked him as they mounted their brooms.
Chuckling he nodded, "I would have to say yes".
Draco smiled, "Good, I'm glad. Now it's my turn to laugh. Since my wife seems to cheer for you, I don't want her disappointed. You have three minutes Potter."
Ron doubled over with laughter as Harry's face fell. But as soon as it fell, the fierce determination revived it's self.
"Watch and learn mate, watch and learn" Harry chanted slowing taking to the air.
The game went off with a blast as Hermione, Luna and Ginny kept their eyes glued on the game. Hermione gasped as Harry nearly missed the Bludger Ron sent toward him.
That was too close for comfort. She knew they would never purposely try and hurt one another but it still did nothing to calm her edgy nerves.
She never much cared for the game during their days at Hogwarts and was not surprised at all to find her feelings were still very much the same.
Shielding her eyes from the sun Hermione joined Luna in cheering when Harry dodged another Bludger. Harry grinned at Draco's attempt to slow him down. The fleck of gold caught his eye and he took off toward the Snitch.
He only had two minutes to nab the Snitch or forever be forced to live through all the taunting from Ron and Draco. His hand stretched out as he closed in on the golden object.
Harry almost had it in his grasp when "HARRY" Ron screamed and he gripped his broom to stop. He turned sharply to see Draco on the ground next to the girls and Ron dropping his broom and rushing to Draco's side.
Harry looked with confusion not knowing why they stopped the game until finally he saw. "Hermione" he whispered.
Hitting the ground he threw his broom to the side and slid on his knees to Hermione's side. "Harry she got hit by the Bludger" Ginny cried.
It was dark and Hermione was desperately trying to find some light. She could feel hands gently stroking her arms and face but she couldn't see whom it was.
Her eyes were trying to open, and she couldn't see. She could sense him; it was as if something inside wouldn't allow her to see the man whispering words of comfort.
He wasn't a stranger. How could he be? She knew who he was at least in her soul. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind he would be coming for her. Coming to her.
Whoever he was, he was her soul mate, her heart. The one who she was to cherish above all, she could feel it somehow. But if her soul knew so well they belonged, why couldn't she see him?
Hermione strained, trying to turn her head, aching for a chance to get a better view, wanting to see this mystery man who stirred her senses.
She could hear sobs, so someone was crying? She couldn't figure out what happened and then something else cut into it. Another voice.
Something…. Someone…
Someone was calling to her. Hermione tried to listen, tried to recognize but the voice belong to a stranger, someone she didn't know.
"Hermione, please wake up. Honey please, just open your eyes. Just look at me. Please." She had to open to eyes to find out whom that desperate voice belonged to.
Hermione tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn't move. Her eyelids felt glued shut and her head was pounding. She was fighting to open them and began to panic.
The tears building up finally slid from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks and Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at the concerned faces of her friends.
It took her a second to focus on them. Ron. Draco. The emptiness she felt lifted a little as she recognized the familiar faces of her two friends.
And then she saw someone else…
Harry wasn't easily able to allow his emotions to overtake him, but the last few minutes every one of them seemed to battle for possession over him as he frantically tried to look over Hermione.
He had to do everything he could to assure he didn't lose her. He couldn't lose. He refused to lose her.
His very childhood, correction, his very existence was spent facing the most darkest wizard of all time, wondering if he would survive all the battles that fate seemed to place him into. It was dark times when one was forced to save the world while trying to keep ones self-alive in the process. Fear was always his companion.
But as Harry Potter kneeled next to his wife it suddenly hit him, he had never really tasted real fear before. It was vile and bitter on his tongue, worse than anything he ever tasted. It almost choked him.
It surely would have until she moved her head. Yes she was coming too finally. Thank god, he was surely indebted to god now and he didn't care. She was alive and that's all that mattered.
The next moment she was moaning and forcing her eyes to focus on her surroundings. Harry began to feel light headed and dare he say giddy. He was only vaguely aware of the tears burning his eyes at what almost happened.
What could have happened he thought as it took a hold of his mind with a tightening grip.
Hermione tried to sit up and Harry almost smiled. That was his Hermione. She was a fighter. She just didn't have it in her to lie still even after a blow to her head. Harry placed a restraining hand on her shoulder.
"Don't try to sit up," he told her as his voice began to break. Damn she scared the hell out of him. Harry quickly looked over her again. There was a gash just below the chestnut brown hairline allowing the blood to trickle down her cheek and mix with her tears.
Luna wiped away her own tears as she tightly grasped Ron's shoulder in relief. "I don't understand what happened," she cried.
"It was coming toward us and Ginny and I ducked, but Hermione didn't move. It was almost as if she was frozen." She continued.
Ginny nodded, "Once I noticed I tried to pull her down but it was to late. I'm so sorry Harry," she sobbed turning into the safety of Draco's arms.
"She just sat there?" Harry asked dumbfounded. Ginny nodded softly. Now that Hermione was safe, he could feel his temper beginning to rise. If she froze he wanted to know why.
But he couldn't ask her questions yet, demanding to know what the hell she'd been thinking to not get out of the way. Not when she was just starting to come too.
So he bit back the questions that plagued his mind as best as he could turning instead toward Draco.
"Malfoy, wasn't there a first aid kit in the car?" he asked. Ron was already ahead of them both and returned from his car with some gauze and bandages.
"That gash looks nasty Harry" Luna gasped. "Try to stop the bleeding at least"
Looking around Harry found some left over napkins from lunch and applied them to the cut along with pressure. He sighed long and hard. She scared him, god did she scare him.
Now that she was finally conscious, Harry noticed his shaky feelings and his quickened heart rate, if he didn't love her so damn much, he would have rung her neck for not dodging the blasted thing.
Hell Harry thought looking over the gash once more still might do it, just on principle.
Ron was still a little shaken up about his best friend and seemed to be unsure of what to do. Looking at his sister dubiously he handed her the gauze to give to Harry.
Ginny stepped closer giving Harry the gauze and dropped to her knees to grab Hermione's hand. She still looked really pale and it worried her.
"Is she going to be" she began to ask him.
"I'm okay Gin" Hermione cut in waving them all to give her some room. She couldn't understand why they were talking about her as if she wasn't really there.
She hated being fussed over, at least she suspected she did…Yes she did, she hated it a lot. Despite the pounding in her head she felt pretty okay.
Hermione narrowed her eyes to focus on the man standing to her left "Ron". She said the name out loud getting the feel of it on her lips.
The mist clouding her brain seemed to lift. Ron was her friend, one of her friends. Funny for a moment that she didn't remember that.
She could just imagine what he would say if she told him that. Tease her most likely. Ron and Draco seemed to thrive on teasing her without mercy as it was.
Upon hearing his name Ron let go of Luna and dropped to Hermione's side. "What is it, Mione?" he asked softly.
"Nothing" she told him. It took some effort to talk with the pounding in her head. "I just wanted to say your name"
The gang exchanged looks between each other. That was way to weird for Hermione, but then, she'd never taken a Bludger to the head before.
Hermione took a deep breath. The fierce pain in her head cut it off. Sitting up with a force, Hermione clutched her throbbing head with one hand.
Without being fully aware of whom it was she placed her free hand on strong arm, leaning against it as she whimpered with the pain.
"Easy" The same strong arms steadied her as she leaned closer to the safety of the owner. Whoever it was he sure did work out she noticed when her hand gripped his forearm.
"Don't try to sit up yet," the deep voice warned her. "We don't want you falling over and hitting your head again. I know it's hard, but even your head has a breaking point."
His humor veiled an undercurrent of concern. She tried to smile at his words and only succeeded halfway.
"Wow, she's not biting your head off. Damn Bludger must have done more damage then we thought," Draco teased then growled shooting Ginny a what the hell look after she poked him hard in his side.
Hermione tried to turn her head and groaned as the simple movement made way for the pain. "What happened?" she asked Luna. "What am I doing here?"
"You where hit by a Bludger," Harry answered before Luna could. "You apparently froze when it came your way," he added.
"You probably did it to annoy me," Harry said. "Make some kind of point for safety in Quidditch I suppose." He shrugged.
Hermione blinked, her eyes burning as she looked at the man beside her in wonder. As if she was just noticed him for the first time. Not to mention she was hanging on to him as if it was essential to her survival.
Feeling a little uncomfortable she let go of his arm and placed some most needed space between them. What this man said didn't make sense. She sighed trying to collect herself as she wondered what this guy meant.
"Why would I want to annoy you?" Hermione asked him obviously trying to catch on.
Harry stood up and smiled down to her. "I've asked myself that for ten years. My only logical answer is that it seems to be a hobby of yours."
His smile dimmed slowly as he watched the frown form on her face. If Harry didn't know any better he would swear she didn't know what he was talking about. It was almost as if she was looking at him for the first time.
Harry's fear and uneasiness returned, though he couldn't put a name on it.
"I think that blow to your head might have succeeded in doing what none of us have. Make you speechless." Ron elaborated when she turned her chocolate brown eyes on him quizzically. Next to him Draco laughed.
Drawing her brow in annoyance "Fat chance Ronald," she said smugly as she raised her hand out to Ginny. "Gin help me up please," she asked her friend.
Ginny bent down to offer her hand but Harry stopped her. "I told you to lie down." He growled. Why did she have to be so damn stubborn? He wondered.
If she had a concussion or worse, movement would surely make it worse. He was prepared to carry her through the Apperation to St. Mungo's if he had to. After what he just went through, he preferred it that way.
Rather than lie back down Hermione pulled her arm out of his reach. Who in the heck did this character think he was? "Why should I listen to you?"
Luna grinned as relief washed over her and she shook her head. "She's ba-ck."
Harry ignored her. His eyes were on Hermione's. "Because I'm making sense Mione, now lie back." He glanced at the napkin still plastered to her forehead and noticed the thin line of red appearing through.
"Your still bleeding." He told her. Turning back to look at Ron he sighed. "I think we should go to St. Mungo's right away."
"Right Harry. You should go ahead and we'll meet up with you in a few minutes." Ron agreed. Hermione was seriously scaring him a lot more than she ever did at Hogwarts.
"She needs to gather herself before you go apperating with her Harry" Ginny spoke up.
Harry groaned in frustration. He wanted to rush her away immediately but Ginny had a point. If Hermione wasn't up to the Apperation it could do her worse.
Wasn't he just saying movement was bad a minute ago to himself?
"Fine" Harry finally said. "I need to apply the gauze anyway. Ginny hand me the gauze"
Ginny moved from Draco's side and begin searching for the gauze. She could have sworn she put it down next to Harry but it wasn't there.
"Gin, I need that gauze now" Harry growled.
"I don't see it Harry. It was here a minute ago I'm sure of it." she sighed.
"Then look for it for crying out loud" He hollered. Ginny looked up clearly taken back. "I'm trying Harry" she spat.
Harry threw up his hands in disbelief "Try harder" he snapped.
Though he didn't often lose his temper with people, the near tragedy they had narrowly avoided had turned his patience to mush. Now his temper just flared easily.
Hermione gasped taking immediate offense to his behavior. Hey, who do you think who you are mister? Don't you dare yell at my friends…"
Hermione stopped her self mid sentence. "Just who are you anyway?" she asked him.
"What?" Harry looked at her expressing disbelief. Now what was this all about?
The question unsettled her a little as she tried to ignore the vague feeling she should know the answer to her own question. Hermione turned her head slightly and slowly licked her lips, preparing to repeat herself.
"I said, who are you?" she repeated.
Harry slowed willed himself to sit back down next to her and his emerald eyes fixed on her brown. "What do you mean, who am I?"
Luna, Ron and Draco all stared intently trying to understand what was unfolding between their friends. Even the gauze search was on hold, as Ginny stood mesmerized by Hermione's odd question.
Was this guy always hostile as apparently deaf? She sure would like to know what this guys poor family dealt with.
"Just what I said." Hermione slowly repeated the question for the third time. "Who are you? Are you a friend of Ron and Luna's?"
Harry had no idea what was going on with her, but because she had just given him the worst scare of his life he figured it was best to play along.
"Yes I'm a friend of Ron and Luna," he told her. "And a friend of Draco and Ginny too," he added for measure.
His answer made Hermione frown; she thought she knew most of their friends. Surely the ones they had in common. It was what made them feel like such a family.
But as much as she tried she just couldn't find any recollection of the worrying, dark haired man who seemed to think it his god given duty to help her.
Her head began to pound again but she shrugged it off. She studied his face, looking for some sort of recollection. "Then why haven't I ever met you before?"
Ron and the rest of the gang exchanged looks. Their unspoken question mirrored each other. What the hell was up with Hermione?
Harry Potter sat back studying Hermione's face. A face he long since memorized, every curve, every inch that was her beautiful face. All deeply fixed in his mind.
"We have met Hermione. We are quite close actually." The deep voice was fraught with significance.
Hermione shook her head. Met? She seriously doubted it. She would have remembered a face like that, even if she'd only seen it passing by.
Chiseled, stern, yet soft in a way and those dark emerald eyes. Beautiful eyes, an odd collection of planes and angles that somehow made the man absolutely handsome.
The total man is greater than the sum of parts, the vague thought echoed through her head, But handsome or not, that didn't give him the right to lie to her or play tricks on her. Especially when her brain felt like nothing more than Swiss cheese.
"No we haven't met" she insisted stubbornly shaking her finger at him.
Maybe some other time when his nerves where up to the task Harry would have been able to play along with what ever she was playing.
But not now, not when he had been to hell and back in what surely would have been the death of them both. He wasn't in the mood for it.
He reached out to touch her shoulder "Mione I don't feel like playing games hon." He sighed. "Gin the gauze" he called over his shoulder. But Ginny didn't move.
Her eyes seemed to rest on Hermione. This was not the same girl she met ten years ago. Something was seriously not right and Gin had to admit she was worried.
As her gaze went from her husband, to her brother and her sister in law she knew they agreed.
Hermione shrugged off Harry's touch like it burned her. What made him think he could touch her like that? As if he had a right to? And why in the world weren't her friends protesting?
Hermione felt weakness pass over her and she would have curled up in a ball if she could have, locking out everything. For a moment she had struggle just to remain consciousness again.
Yep she refused to surrender.
"Good" she said looking up. "I don't feel like playing games either." Her brown eyes locked on to the emerald eyes of the man trying to push his way into her life.
"My head feels like it's coming apart." She held it as if she was afraid it just might. "So, are you going to tell me your name or not?"
Concern overtook Ron and he kneeled down in front of his best friend. He fanned out the fingers of one hand before her face, ignoring her question to Harry.
"Hermione, how many finger am I holding up now?" he cried.
The pounding headache washed away any patience she might have had to spare. "Three" Hermione closed her hand over Ron's and pushed it aside.
"We all know it's as high as you can count. I don't want to play count the fingers with you, Ron. I want someone to tell me who this man is and why he's trying to boss everyone around."
Despite all the tension in the air, Hermione's comment made Draco laugh. "Talk about the pot calling the kettle black." His eyes darted toward Harry.
Harry's face did look strained. He had always marveled at how Ron and Harry could go all through school with her bossiness and still remained sane.
Granted now that he was a friend of hers. He knew she actually wasn't too bad; she just cared too much about them. Seeing Ginny's angry scowl he sighed.
"Not that I mean to imply you're a kettle…" His voice trailed off, having nowhere to go.
Fear began to resurface, bringing with it an uneasiness that nipped at Harry. Draco's comment didn't even register. Harry stared at Hermione, at the woman he loved more than the allure of the free life he had earned with the defeat of Voldemort.
"You don't know who I am." It sounded absurd even to say out loud. After what they shared, he would have said that Hogwarts would crumple and become mounds of sand and blow away before she forgot him, or he her.
This had to be some kind of game, a cruel prank to get him back for something he must have done and only Merlin knew what.
"Yes" Hermione replied. But before he breathed a sigh of relief in misunderstanding, her next words took it away from him and cleared up the minor confusion while ushering in a complete new truckload.
"I don't know who you are." She said.
If she was playing with him over something he wasn't sure of he did, he was going to kill her. Slowly.
"You're not kidding?" He stated each word slowly, giving her every chance to recant. Praying she'd take it.
Because something deep inside her was suddenly afraid, afraid of what she couldn't understand, Hermione clung to temper.
Hermione touched her forehead "I'm bleeding. Why would I be kidding?" Why were her friends doing this to her? Why were they putting her through this crap at a time like this?
She looked from one to another, silently asking them to stop this madness. "Luna, Ginny, what's going on here? And how did I get here, in the field I mean, anyway?"
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing whether they were all victims of a lesson- Hermione wasn't above that- or if they should be seriously worried.
Hermione drew herself up to her knees, swaying just a little "I said, what's going on here?" She glanced from Ron and Luna to Draco and Ginny, and then her eyes came to rest on the stranger.
Sure her friends had played pranks on her before. It was how they lived through Newts and the very existence of childhood.
But Hermione had to say this was going a little too far now.
"Ginny, Luna, Ron," she turned her head to face each one. "Draco, One of you tell me. I want to know. Just who is this man?"
Well there u have chapter 1 please review. Chapter 2 up soon…