Hello, dear readers. I am just now getting back into my writing and I'm putting this little plot bunny out there in hopes that people may want to see more of this story. This popped into my head while watching the anime "Amnesia". Please be sure to drop a review and let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is much appreciated. I do not have a beta so all errors are my own and I will happily fix them if pointed out.

I do not own Harry Potter or Amnesia.

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Blackness was the last thing she could remember and it was currently what was surrounding her now. Seventeen year old know-it-all Hermione Granger sat up and rubbed her eyes, trying to take in the dark room that surrounded her. She recognized nothing around her and tried not to panic as she pat down her clothing to search for her wand. She was in a silk nightgown from what she could tell by feel. She extended her hands along the bed she was sitting on until she felt the edge to her left and kept going until her hands met a bedside table and finally found the comforting feel of her wand. "Lumos."

The room was decorated in tasteful lavender tones with whitewashed wood. Nothing. Hermione was drawing a complete and total blank which caused her nerves to come back full force. She made her way to the door and quietly opened it and looked both ways down the softly lit corridor. Seeing no one, she extinguished her wand and made her way towards a set of stairs that seemed to be going down. She felt the need to leave. With nothing familiar around her and no memory as to how she came to be here, the only thought in her mind was to get away as quickly and quietly as possible.

The lower level of the house was just as beautiful and well furnished as the room she had come out of but decorated in soft golds and cream. Whoever lived here either came from money or had an excessive amount themselves. The sound of a door closing behind her had Hermione lightly gasping and quickly rushing for cover but she didn't make it out of sight in time. "Mia, what are you doing out of bed? You shouldn't be up yet!" A strong masculine voice sounded behind her but she didn't turn to see who it was and rushed for the front door. She didn't know that voice. She had to get away.

Hermione's fingers just grazed the door handle before she was pulled back into a strong chest by very well defined and very bare arms. "No, let me go! Let me go!" She struggled to get free, jabbing her elbow back into the man's stomach, completely forgetting she was a witch and had a wand in her hand.

The man took the hit with a grunt but didn't relinquish his hold on her and slowly sank to the hardwood floor under them, making soothing sounds in her right ear. "Mia, it's okay. Shhh, it's okay. It's just me. I've been your best friend for six years. Shh, I've got you, love." The struggles slowly stilled and Hermione focused on calming her frantic breathing. She lay her head back against the man's shoulder and let her whiskey colored eyes take in his face.

Strong jaw, full lower lip, slightly thin upper lip, perfectly striaight nose that supported glasses and a mop of uncontrollable black hair. So familiar but she remembered nothing. No name, no memories that supported knowing him for six years. It was all just blackness. Her breathing had picked back up as she started to panic. "I-I don't know you. I can't remember how I got here. Where am I?"

More doors opened and the sound of running feet could be heard on the steps behind them. "What the hell is going on out here? Mia, are you alright, love? The mediwitch said you weren't supposed to be up and about yet. Said between the knock to your head and the potion she gave you, you would be asleep at least until she came back in the morning." Another young man, stopped and crouched before her, his shoulder length black hair falling in waves around his face. She met his slate gray eyes and felt a spark of familiarity but it fled within a moment.

"I- I hit my head? Maybe that's why..." She turned her confused eyes back to the young man holding her.

There was a feminine gasp from the stairs and both all eyes looked in that direction. At the base of the stairs stood a lovely young woman with brilliant red hair in a mint green night robe. Her hurt gaze flicked from Hermione to the man holding her and without a word, she turned on her heel and rushed back up the stairs. The young man holding her sighed and the one crouched beside them tsked lightly. "Sorry, mate, but I get the feeling you may have just taken more than a few steps back with your lady-love. She has always been overly sensitive about your relationship with Mia..."

"I'll talk with her later. We have a more pressing problem right now. Mia, do you recognize him?" The bespectacled man asked, nodding his head towards the other young man.

"...No."

"James, we have a serious problem."

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"Of all the stupid, boneheaded things we have done, we really put our foot in it this time. I can not believe that a quaffle to the back of the head has taken away the memories of the brightest witch of our age." Sirius paced around the sitting room, running agitated fingers through his hair. He growled and stopped before the fireplace and tuned to face them. "I mean, how unlucky can we get? Our final year at Hogwarts starts tomorrow. We leave for the station in the morning and we have completely sabotaged Mia's school career with one misplaced throw."

"You know I'm sitting right here and can fully comprehend what you are saying, right?" Hermione raised one eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Furthermore, I believe I can remember magic, it's everything personal that is attached to everyone I've seen so far that is completely blank. Most of you look familiar but I can't place names or how we met, where I am... Its all just...blank."

James nodded and pushed his glasses higher on his nose as he sat on the golden colored couch beside her. "Maybe we should start there then. Tell us what you do remember about yourself. "

"My name is Hermione Jean Granger. My birthday is September 19th and I'm 17 years old. This year will be my 7th year at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and my house is Gryffindor. The Headmaster is Albus Dumbledoor and my head of house is Minnerva McGonagal. I have the highest grades in the school and plan to break the record on the most O's achieved on my NEWTs... I'm forgetting something... It's not right." Hermione stood and started to pace herself, wracking her brain for more information. She saw a flash of James in her minds eye but it wasn't right... His eyes... They were green instead of hazel. Rather than the confident smile she had seen on his face since waking up, he had looked somewhat shy and withdrawn. "No, not right... not right..." She turned to pace back in the other direction as she rubbed her forehead but was stopped when she ran into James' chest.

"It's okay, Mia. That's more than we expected you to know. Don't push yourself too hard." James gently grazed the back of his fingers along her cheek. Their eyes met and held for a moment before Hermione started to speak without really knowing what she was saying.

"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs..." A spike of pain through her head caused her to gasp and rub her forehead again.

"Who is Wormtail? That's not how the map goes." Sirius frowned somewhat before correcting her. "Messrs Moony, Goldwing, Padfoot and Prongs. Mia, you are the fourth and only other Marauder we will ever accept. We met first year on the train and have been inseparable since. Moony took a bit of convincing but given his 'furry little problem' as you call it, that was to be expected. You were the first to figure it out in our first year but never said anything to any of us until we figured it out ourselves two years later."

"Goldwing... So I'm an animagus? What am I?" Hermione didn't know how she knew what they were talking about but she was too excited to really think too much on it. She looked from Sirius to James and back, excitement running down her spine. A sudden itch under her skin had her wanting to be outside so she could find out what she was for herself. "I'm going to go find out." Hermione turned and quickly headed out the french doors that overlooked the expansive yard and garden that was a beautiful part of Clayborne Manor. James had told her about his ancestral home to help calm her nerves, explaining that she had been an almost permanent fixture in the house since they had met. The lavender room she had run out of had been hers for the last six summers and Sirius had moved in as well this summer after a falling out with his family.

"Maybe that's not such a good idea... Do you remember how to transform?" James asked, following her out and catching her hand before she could do anything else.

Hermione looked at them over her shoulder and smiled. "No, but I feel like I know how."

Sirius sighed and shook his head before explaining. "Close your eyes and clear your mind. Reach into your center and feel your core magic. Picture your body slowly transforming and then let it happen. Let the animal within you free."

She felt it, just at her fingertips. Hermione sighed and completely let go of herself into the transformation. Then... nothing. Opening her eyes, she had every intention of asking them what she did wrong when she noticed that she was much shorter than she had been. She barely reached the middle of James shin. 'Oh, my! I did it!' She did a happy little hop and made the cutest little screech she had ever heard. She looked down at herself and tilted her head. Taloned bird feet, white chest feathers, golden colored wings. 'I'm some kind of bird... Please do not tell me I'm a chicken!' She looked back up at James and Sirius with her plea in her eyes.

They laughed and smiled down at her. "You are a Barn Owl, love, hence Goldwings." Sirius bent and ruffled the feathers to the right of her beak. "You were the first to figure out the transformation too. I doubt we would have been able to do it without you."

She nipped at his finger gently and an image of a giant black dog flashed in her minds eyes and she thought 'Yes, you would have.' She gasped and transformed back into her human form. Hermione rubbed her eyes, trying to ease the pain in her head.

"What's wrong?" James asked, his brows pinched in concern.

"I keep getting flashes... memories maybe? I see it for just a second and then it's gone and all I'm left with is a quick pain shooting through my brain." She sighed and let her hand drop.

"Don't force yourself. I think that's enough for tonight. It's nearing midnight and we have to be up bright and early to get you cleared by the mediwitch before we can head out to the station. We'll walk you back to your room." James took her left hand and Sirius her right. Hermione felt safe now wedged between the two. She could only hope that tomorrow delivered good news.

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AN: And that's all I have for today. Please send a review with questions, comments, critiques or just a friendly hello. I hope to hear from you soon.

~EvieHana