Earth Plates
By Written Promises
Chapter Four - Lost Memories
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Ron spun around once more; he needed to study the face to confirm his shocking discovery. But when he did come to, the luminous figure that was before his very eyes, was gone.
"Shit," He mumbled. How could she have disappeared like that? Perhaps she had recognized him, too. "I've got to find her," Ron vowed. He searched among all the shops, even shouting out her name. The only place he didn't check was Ollivander's Wands. For surely Hermione already had one.
The bell signaled in Ollivander's shop that he had a customer. "Well, well," Mr. Ollivander smirked. "Miss Hermione Granger. I haven't seen you for quite some time. I remember the wand I sold you. You weren't even eleven yet. Seven inches, made of dragon skin and unicorn hair, am I correct?"
"Surely, Mr. Ollivander," Hermione tried to smile. "I .. I lost my wand, and am afraid I need a new one." Mr. Ollivander tsked. "How irresponsible! Hermione, that's not like you at all. But I think I can help you out. You excelled in Charms, don't you?"
"I excelled in all my courses, Mr. Ollivander, but I was most fond of Transfiguration." Hermione stuttered. She just wanted to get out of there quickly. She had no time to dwell in her situation.
"Well, here's one. Twelve inches. Toad's brain. Dragon liver. Give it a whirl." Hermione flicked it, but nothing happened. "Nine inches, unicorn tail, eel's breath." Hermione swished it, and an array of light popped out at her.
"Ah, but alas," Mr. Ollivander said. "Perfection."
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Hermione switched to a snazzy business suit that had conjured up from her wand. She apparated, and stuck the wand in her pocket. "Good morning, Mr. Murdnell," She said as she entered the office.
"Oh, Hermione. Weren't you going to the bank this morning?" Mr. Murdnell asked. Hermione just remembered everything in her muggle life. She would deal with that later. "I got done sooner than I expected," Hermione said. "Did Miss Lawrence call?"
"No, but Richard Marks did. I need you to file his claim and then send it to his firm by two." Hermione nodded. "It's on my desk already." Mr. Murdnell tossed the paper aside. "Hear about that girl that got raped?"
Hermione's bones shifted and her heart pounded. "Yes," she hung up her jacket, "yes, I did."
"Awful, isn't it?"
"Extremely. I hope they catch that motherfucker - and soon." Mr. Murdnell nodded. "It's a shame what our world has come to be. Times have changed."
Especially when you think you could trust a person, Hermione thought. "Well, I'm going to file the claim. If you need anything just buzz."
"Will do, Hermione." Mr. Murdnell said softly after she left, "will do."
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Ron made his way back to his house. He had no luck finding Hermione, and that was probably because he had to do it alone. He was going to call on Harry to help him. Funny how Hermione's reuniting us, Ron mused. He handed the food to Allison.
"That was more then 3O minutes," She quipped.
"I got detained," Ron defended himself. "I'm not mad," Allison said, "it's just there's a lot of crazies out there today. I read in the Daily Prophet that some muggle woman was raped last night. How do you know that the culprit's not deranged and he wants to do some more to men? And kill people?"
Ron stopped dead in his tracks. A woman is raped last night, Hermione shows up today .. It all fits! Ron sat down on the bed. "Allison .. I know who the woman is."
"Who?"
"Hermione Granger."
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Harry went to the broom store on Diagon Alley before the evening began, at around six thirty. His broom's stick was looking rather dull and it needed a touch-up shine. He was all out of polish. While he was there, he reasoned, he could pick up some dinner for him and Maria. Harry was dressed in a gray robe, with some jeans underneath. It was chilly, and he didn't take a jacket, so he hugged himself for warmth.
Need to set a date for the wedding, make reservations, make invitations, order the food, flowers, clothing - Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he bumped into a fragile girl with light brown hair.
"I'm sorry, Miss," Harry said. The girl whimpered softly as her hand brushed up with Harry's. Oh god, Hermione thought, I'm having flashbacks from my past. I can't put my finger on it, but these people seem oh so familiar.
Harry stopped short. As he gazed into the woman's eyes, a feeling of warmth crept upon him and he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew this girl. "Have a good evening, Miss," he said as they parted. He continued walking, and Hermione stood there, staring at his retreating back.
"God damnit, Harry," Hermione cried.
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Ron hovered over the phone. Damn Muggles, he complained, how the hell do I work this thing? "Press the numbers," Allison said. She was a half blood, her mother was a muggle, so she knew the muggle inventions like the back of her hand. "But what number do I press?" Ron complained.
"Last time you spoke to Harry, he said he was dating a young muggle girl named Willis. Maria Willis. Why don't you see if her name is in the book?" Allison handed him a huge yellow book. "Go on, look."
Ron muttered under his breath. "Here it is. 535 - 2728. So I just press those buttons?" Allison nodded. "Just pressed the buttons, and wait for a ring. And bob's your uncle." Ron grinned. "But wait - " He said. "What if he doesn't pick up?"
"Ask for him. Leave a message with the person who does answer the phone. Hang up. I don't know Ron, just call!"
"Hello?" A pretty young voice answered.
"Yes, may I speak to Harry Potter, please?"
"Who's calling?"
"Ronald Weasley."
Maria cupped the phone in her hand. "Harry, do you know anyone named Ronald Weasley?" Harry's eyes widened. "Yes, Maria, yes, please, give me the phone." Harry took the phone. "Ron?"
"Harry.."
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A/N: Haha, left you hanging! I'm so mean! It's Sunday. I hate Sunday. I have to do a video for school tomorrow so off I go with the things that a girl does to get ready. Enjoy the suspense! =]~ Twinkles Arise, Felz
Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't bother me.