~~*~~I should put this in here, before it get's too late. I do not own any part of Harry Potter or anything that goes with Harry Potter. I only make up these stories for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of others. I am a poor college student, so it would be pointless to sue me because the most money I have on me at the moment is 25 cents.~~*~~

They had no luck finding any remains of Hermione's house, they couldn't even find out where her house was located. Her loss of memory didn't even help, the more she thought, the more confusing things came. On their way back to Snape's mansion, Hermione hadn't said a word. Snape, however, noticed Hermione's stomach growling and figured it had been forever since she had last eaten.

"You hungry?" Snape asked. Hermione shook her head.

"Hungry? No. I'm not hungry." Snape sighed, before Hermione looked at him and started talking again.

"I'm starving." Snape let out a chuckle.

"O.k. I'm sure my house elf's will have something ready when we get home." Hermione sunk back into her chair.

"Something wrong?" Snape studied Hermione, then looked back at the road.

"I was hoping we could go out to eat."

"Let me get this straight, you loose your memory, yet you can remember going out to eat?" Hermione smiled.

"Yup." Snape raised his eyebrows and took in a long breath. He hadn't eaten out for a long time, and wasn't sure that would be good right now. However, the pleading eyes Hermione was giving him, he couldn't resist.

"Alright." He finally said before turning the car around and heading into town.

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Ron received an owl from Harry the day they were supposed to go save him from the Dursleys.

"Bloody great!" Ron exclaimed, causing Ginny and George to jump.

"What?" Ginny was the first person to respond. Ron looked from the letter, to his family, back to his letter and shook it madly above his head.

"You've got to be kidding me!!!" George, who was sitting in a reclining sofa, reading the latest copy of a Quidditch magazine, peered over the top.

"Spit it out, what?"

"Harry can't come." Ron sat down on the floor. Ginny grabbed for the letter, but Ron moved it and read it over.

"What?" George sat upright and dropped the magazine beside the chair.

"It says right here 'I'm sorry Ron, but we're going to have to cancel our plans for the end of the summer. The Dursley's have insisted that I have purposely made Dudley's tail to grow back and therefore can not make it. I'm sorry.'" Ron gasped and growled.

"I swear, if I was allowed to do magic in front of muggles, the Dursley's would have been gone a long time ago." Ron continued reading the letter and his face froze in a mixture of horror and worry.

"What?" Ginny asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Ron's mouth dropped open as he looked at George. George looked back at Ron and attempted to smile.

"Ron? What now?" Ron didn't answer, he sat in silence until finally,

"Herm---Something happened to Hermione" Ron finally said.

"What?!?" Ginny and George squawked at the same time. Ginny put a hand over her mouth and made her way over to a chair. George got a quizzical look and stood up, he reached a hand out for the note, but Ron had it gripped tightly between his hands.

"Let me have it." George ordered. Ron sat still, looking at the note, wondering what Harry meant when he wrote

'I got an owl from Hermione today, she scribbled something about being in trouble and getting help, most of her writing is chicken scratch, could you possibly check up on her as it seems I won't be getting out of my room anytime soon?'

George tugged lightly at the note.

"let me see it!" Ron pouted a little before giving up his hold and letting George take possession of the letter. George mouthed the words as he read, looking at Ron every once in a while.

"I…I don't know what to say." Ron nodded.

"I think I'll send a note to her, see what she meant…that is…if she's--" His voice faded out as he got up and walked to his room.

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They sat in a booth in a dark corner. Hermione sipped her water before she decided to speak.

"It's nice here." Snape nodded, unhappy about having to eat out. Nothing on the menu struck as something he would eat, hamburgers and more hamburgers. Was that all that restraints served these days? Hermione looked at Snape and sighed

"We could leave, if you--"

"No, no. This is fine." Snape looked back at Hermione. She nodded and put her head back on the wall, in thought. Silence. Even the background noises got silent.

"What are you thinking of?" Snape finally asked after a few minuets. Hermione jumped and shrugged.

"Things." Hermione looked back at Snape.

"Could you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Snape tried to avoid looking at Hermione before she spoke again.

"Help me remember."

"Oh, Granger, I don't think I'm the one to ask."

"Why not?" Snape looked at Hermione. Her eyes sparkled, even in the 'dinner lighting' of the restaurant.

"Well…" He picked at the plastic tablecloth.

"Truthfully, I don't know much about you." Snape nodded his head. This was the first time he was speechless in his life. He wanted to shake Hermione and make her remember. It was hard enough having to spend time with a Gryffindor!

"You have to know. You knew my name." Hermione traced her glass rim with her index finger as she looked at him. The darkness didn't help his complexion. She shifted a little, uncomfortable at how vain the lighting made him look.

"You were one of my students at Hogwarts." Snape sighed.

"Granger, are you sure you want me to help you remember?" Hermione thought for a minute.

"Hogwarts" Hermione mumbled to herself. She turned to Snape.

"Hogwarts, that's the wizarding school, isn't it?" Snape nodded.

"Which teacher of mine were you?"

"Potions." Hermione squinted her eyes. She sighed and took a sip of her water.

"O.k." Hermione was about to ask another question when the waitress came with their food. Hermione starred at her food before digging into the fries. Snape sneered and pushed his plate away. Just then, a scream was heard coming from the front entrance of the restaurant. Snape strained to look over the crowd that was forming, Hermione inched closer to the end of the booth and waited before Snape moved to follow him. Snape noticed the scrawny owl that was flopping on the floor almost immediately. He almost blushed as he took Hermione by the arm, grabbed the owl and quickly fled the place. Hermione stared in shock at what just happened as they got into the car.

"Here." Snape held out the owl, Hermione looked at it with confusement.

"W-what am I supposed to do with this?" Snape started the car as he spoke.

"Just hold it!" Hermione looked at the owl, it stared back at her with big eyes and hooted softly, although it sounded more like it had smoked for 20 years. She noticed something tied to it's leg.

"Hey, what's this?" She took the note off of the leg and looked at it. Snape quickly glanced at it.

"It's for you." He said. She turned it over and opened the letter. Sure enough, there was Hermione's name. She read it over and stared at the name.

"Ron…who's that?" Snape's mouth dropped open.

"You don't remember Ron?!?" Snape looked at Hermione, her face was serious.

"Snape, do you think I'd remember that? I don't even remember my own name half the time!"

"What did you just say?"

"I said I don't even remember my own name ha-"

"No, no, my name…you said my name." Hermione sat quietly before changing the subject.

"Who's Ron." Snape looked at Hermione.

"Say my name first."

"I asked you first."

"Say my name."

"Answer my question." Hermione's eyes turned cold as she stared into Snape's eyes. Snape let out a breath and rolled his eyes.

"Ron Weasley, that little---anyway, you, him and that Potter boy always hung out. Got into trouble quite a bit."

"So we were friends."

"Yes."

"Potter…who's 'that Potter boy?'"

"You have to answer my question." Snape looked back at Hermione.

"Your ques--Ooh, you're name." Snape nodded.

"I said, Snape, didn't I? Snape."

"Very good, now add Professor in front of it." Hermione blushed a little.

"Professor Snape, the potions teacher…" She thought. "Yes. It fits."

"What do you mean?" Snape glared at Hermione.

"My turn." Hermione smiled and Snape slowly looked back to the road.

"What?" Snape said in a sigh.

"Who's 'that Potter boy?'" Snape snorted. He took a deep breath and though, 'well, here it goes.'

"H-Harry Potter. He's known as They Boy That Lived. The Dark Lord has been after him since he was a little baby." He looked at Hermione and noticed she didn't look that happy.

"What's wrong?" Snape asked, but Hermione didn't hear him.

~~*~~Wow! It's been so long since I've updated! I'm sooooooo sorry about that. I had some writers block. Please reply, the more replies I get, the more faster I'm gonna update. Peace, Love and Bullet-proof Marshmallows, --Jennie!