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"Miss Granger?"

Hermione tried speaking, but was unable to. She'd screamed herself hoarse earlier.

Madame Pomfrey stared, wondering if the girl would have another violent tantrum. But then she realized Hermione's eyes were filled with confusion, not fear or anger.

"Here, Miss Granger," Madame Pomfrey said. She handed Hermione a goblet. "Drink this. I'll be right back."

She practically ran to Harry's bed.

"Mr. Potter? Mr. Potter? MR. POTTER!" Harry continued gazing into the distance.

"Harry?" a voice croaked. Startled, Madame Pomfrey turned to see Hermione at her elbow. She hadn't even heard the girl get out of bed and walk over.

"Harry?"

He turned. Shock spread over his face.

"Herm?" Harry's voice was so full of hope and joy, Madame Pomfrey choked up.

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Madame Pomfrey regained her composure.

"Mr. Potter, please inform the Headmaster that Miss Granger appears to be..." She hesitated. "...feeling much...better."

Harry stared at Hermione another minute, and then ran from the room.
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Harry ran through the corridors, barely managing to skid to a halt at the proper gargoyle.

"Cockroach Clusters!" He panted. The gargoyle didn't move.

"Um...Sugar Quills! Fizzing Whizzbees! Ice Mice! Pep-"

"I assume you are trying to find the correct password to come see me?"

"Yes, sir. What is it? I need to tell you..." Harry stopped and turned red. Dumbledore smiled.

"What news is so urgent that you would not pay attention to someone speaking to you, Harry?"

"Hermione's awake again. And she doesn't seem crazy, because she got out of bed and talked to me and..." Harry's voice trailed off. Dumbledore was already rushing to the hospital wing.
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While Harry was talking to Professor Dumbledore, Hermione was talking to Madame Pomfrey.

"What did you mean when you said I was feeling much better? Have I been seriously ill?"

"Are you sure you don't remember why you are here, Miss Granger?"

"Yes. Which is upsetting, because I'd usually remember anything that would place me in the hospital wing. I don't like this."

Dumbledore swept through the doorway.

"Did I hear you correctly, Miss Granger? You have no memory of what happened to you?"

Harry arrived, panting, as Dumbledore finished speaking.

'She doesn't remember what happened? She has to!'

"Are you sure you can't remember?"

She glared at him. "Didn't I just say that Harry? Why else would I be wondering why I'm here?"

"Harry is only trying to be sure. You see, Miss Granger, it is of the utmost importance that your memories return."

"But how will I remember?"

"If you wish, Harry could explain what happened. Unless, of course, you prefer that I explain."

"If it doesn't jog your memory Herm, then at least you'll know what happened."

Hermione didn't even take time to think it over. She just shook her head.

"I'd rather remember it myself than have it explained to me."

"Then we shall wait a few days. If your memory has not returned, we shall use alternative methods."

Dumbledore then straightened.

"If you will excuse me, I have an appointment to speak with your parents, Miss Granger."

"They're here?"

"No. However, they are staying at the Three Broomsticks until it is possible to bring them to Hogwarts."

Hermione nodded. Dumbledore left the room.

"Well," said Madame Pomfrey. "This has all been rather exciting. I think it would be best if the two of you rested. And yes, Mr. Potter," She'd noticed him opening his mouth to protest. "I know you would like to see Mr. Weasley. I shall send him a message and he will be allowed to visit tomorrow. But it is late, and you need rest."

The two knew it was useless to protest, and climbed into their beds. Madame Pomfrey withdrew the curtains from Hermione's bed. There was no need for them now.
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The moon was rising as Dumbledore entered the Three Broomsticks. He spotted the Grangers at an isolated table and headed towards them.

"Good evening."

"Is there any new news about Hermione, Professor?" Mrs. Granger's eyes were filled with worry and her voice trembled a little.

"Yes." Dumbledore smiled widely. "She has almost completely recovered. Her fits have stopped, and she is quite sane now."

"So she's fine." This statement came from Mr. Granger.

"Alas, I stated she has almost recovered. She has no memory of the attack."

"Well, that's for the best, isn't it? She won't be troubled by it any longer."

"It is most definitely not for the best, Mrs. Granger. If your daughter cannot remember, and we cannot restore her memories, then the young men responsible will walk free."

Mrs. Granger bit her lip. The thought that Malfoy and his pals would go free if Hermione's memory wasn't restored, had obviously not occurred to her. She was at a loss for words.

"Er, Professor."

Dumbledore turned to Mr. Granger.

"We understand the consequences if Hermione's memory doesn't return, but you must understand. We care first for our daughter, and let justice be second. We only want to make sure she is safe."

"I understand, Mr. Granger, and you will soon have the chance to see for yourself that your daughter is safe. We shall be able to bring you to Hogwarts quite soon. Within a week, I should say."

"No, Professor Dumbledore." Mrs. Granger raised her head and gazed at him coolly. "I'm not sure our daughter is safe at Hogwarts. She has been endangered several times during the past four years at your school. This attack was the most dangerous of all. We've been thinking about removing Hermione from Hogwarts."