Amnesia Amigoes- Chapter ELEVEN
Previously in 'Amnesia Amigoes': Harry decided that he'd had enough, Ron and Hermione felt guilty, Harry walked in on their conversation.
*Still in the Common Room*
"Harry!" yelled Hermione. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, are you alright Harry?" asked Ron.
Harry glared at them evilly, before pointing his eyes in three different directions, turning his head around in a full circle, and turning around to talk to someone who Hermione and Ron couldn't see.
"Do I look alright?" he asked the imaginary person. Hermione and Ron exchanged Looks.
"So they weren't joking," whispered Hermione, shocked. She shook her head in disbelief.
"I never knew that was possible," said Ron, amazed. Then he frowned. It was Harry Potter, anything was possible. Well, anything up to him dying, that would never happen.
Lucky bastard.
Harry continued to glare. It was a very unusual look.
"Ummm..." Hermione and Ron didn't know what to say. They wanted Harry to say something first. Silence fell. Well, except for…
"Drip drip," said the tap. Everyone ignored it. It was silent once more.
" Well?!!!" Harry finally asked, growing impatient.
"Yeah, ummm, look, about the whole amnesia thing..." started Ron.
"Yeah, we ummm, never really meant anything by it..." Hermione tried to continue, but the sight of Harry glaring at her with his eyes pointing still in those three different directions silenced her. (Seriously, it was really weird.)
"What do you mean you never meant anything by it?!" Harry screamed, louder and shriller even than Hermione could possibly manage. Which was saying quite a lot.
"Well, we were just playing a joke. We were trying to make you get your memory back, by saying things that weren't true. Apparently, it has a 99.99% success rate. I read about it in a book somewhere." said Hermione, thinking fast.
"Yeah, that." added Ron desperately.
Harry stared at the pair of them, furious.
"Really," he said, more statement than question, disbelief etched all over his face. There was a dull silence. Then…
WHACK!!!!!!!!!!
THUNK!!!!!
"What did you do that for?!!" Ron yelled, annoyed.
"Revenge..." Harry replied demonically.
Hermione came to with an aching head and a desperate need to use the toilet. She looked around the room, not recognising anything. Her head pounded, and she reached up to touch it, wincing slightly.
"Hermione, are you okay?" said a tall, red-haired boy, frowning in concern.
"Who are you?!!!!!!" she screamed, before fainting.
"Not again!" groaned Ron.
Authors' Notes: Will Hermione ever recover? We guess you'll never know, cos that was THE END. (Finally.)