Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me; it is entirely JK
Rowling's. But, I think it would be nice if this fic is entirely mine. [It
is mine, in the sense that I wrote it in my own time.] The original
characters are mine, I created them! [Don't you dare steal them!]
So now, sit back, and enjoy my story!
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Note: In *.* -- thoughts
Chapter 1
~Hermione~
It has been five years since I woke up from the hospital. So I guess I'm around 24 now. The hospital staff told me they think I was around 19 when I lost my memories. Even after two years, NOTHING is clear to me yet. Absolutely nothing at all!
The hospital staff also told me that someone found me lying in a marsh, unconscious, and brought me to the hospital. All there were to me was a wooden stick lying near me. They had thought nothing of that and took the liberty to help me 'dispose' of that thing. I thought nothing of that at the moment, only that there seemed to be something inside my heart that screamed in agony at the loss of something precious. But of course, I have no idea what that is.
They also filled me in on the fact that my name is Hermione Granger, as embroidered on the cloth that I wore when this person found me. I never got the chance to thank this mysterious person, nor was I able to question him about the exact position where I was found.
So, that is how I got to know my name, and found out that I had lost all my memories of the past. Doctors told me that there might be a possibility that I would regain my memory, but, (there is always a 'but' in any story) something or someone must be able to trigger my memory, or. I will never remember anything at all.
I, being a very calm and composed woman, said in a decisive tone that I will embrace the fact, and live my life as meaningfully as possible.
They all approve of my courage to carry on, despite the tragic condition that I am in. But, none of them knew of the hurt in my heart. How I wish that someone will help me to regain my memory, to help me remember what is before.
*HELP ME..*
~*~*~
Sitting in my favourite coffee house, I am having lunch with my best friend and colleague Eva. I met her when I started to find a job in London. Come to think of it, I was very surprised at that time that I knew so much detailed knowledge when I can hardly remember who I was! (Guess knowledge just follows you around all the times then.) Life is so ironic. Isn't it!
Eva was there for me all the time. She never gave me a cold shoulder for being a "know-it-all", a "snob", and a person who "couldn't even remember her own past", as people often call me. When I moved out of the hospital, without a single person I know on this planet, I bumped into Eva. And fate brought us together, and made us the best of friends.
When I was with her, all my worries just left me alone. I was able to chatter freely, and be really happy. But, somehow, I still feel that something is missing in my life. something or someone is missing, and it is making me feel really helpless.
Well, come back from my thoughts now.
As I was saying, I am having lunch with Eva, my best friend. We talked. About work mostly, and gossiped about our other colleagues. Then, our conversation came back to Eva and her fiancé, Draco.
*I had never met this Draco before. Every time I was supposed to meet him, something comes up. Either I was busy, or Draco had a new appointment. I never got a chance to see him in person, to help my friend judge if he was suitable for her. But his name was what got me really interested in him. It means dragon, I think, but that is beyond the point. The thing is, when I heard his name, it was like it is something that I should know. Maybe, I knew him before? But, I'm not sure. I never saw him, or seen his photograph. Eva had said that he detests picture, though he was dashing.*
She was so excited about her wedding that she always blabs on and on about it. I was happy for her of course, but listening to her day in and day out talking about her "big day" can be boring. *Oh! I was her maid of honour! Exciting, isn't it? *
Well, Eva was still going on about her fiancé, and about their honeymoon. I was loosing patience listening to her speak. So, I did almost anyone would have done, and turned my attention away from the speaker.
I scanned the room, looking for something interesting to divert my attention. Then, I saw HIM!
Note: In *.* -- thoughts
Chapter 1
~Hermione~
It has been five years since I woke up from the hospital. So I guess I'm around 24 now. The hospital staff told me they think I was around 19 when I lost my memories. Even after two years, NOTHING is clear to me yet. Absolutely nothing at all!
The hospital staff also told me that someone found me lying in a marsh, unconscious, and brought me to the hospital. All there were to me was a wooden stick lying near me. They had thought nothing of that and took the liberty to help me 'dispose' of that thing. I thought nothing of that at the moment, only that there seemed to be something inside my heart that screamed in agony at the loss of something precious. But of course, I have no idea what that is.
They also filled me in on the fact that my name is Hermione Granger, as embroidered on the cloth that I wore when this person found me. I never got the chance to thank this mysterious person, nor was I able to question him about the exact position where I was found.
So, that is how I got to know my name, and found out that I had lost all my memories of the past. Doctors told me that there might be a possibility that I would regain my memory, but, (there is always a 'but' in any story) something or someone must be able to trigger my memory, or. I will never remember anything at all.
I, being a very calm and composed woman, said in a decisive tone that I will embrace the fact, and live my life as meaningfully as possible.
They all approve of my courage to carry on, despite the tragic condition that I am in. But, none of them knew of the hurt in my heart. How I wish that someone will help me to regain my memory, to help me remember what is before.
*HELP ME..*
~*~*~
Sitting in my favourite coffee house, I am having lunch with my best friend and colleague Eva. I met her when I started to find a job in London. Come to think of it, I was very surprised at that time that I knew so much detailed knowledge when I can hardly remember who I was! (Guess knowledge just follows you around all the times then.) Life is so ironic. Isn't it!
Eva was there for me all the time. She never gave me a cold shoulder for being a "know-it-all", a "snob", and a person who "couldn't even remember her own past", as people often call me. When I moved out of the hospital, without a single person I know on this planet, I bumped into Eva. And fate brought us together, and made us the best of friends.
When I was with her, all my worries just left me alone. I was able to chatter freely, and be really happy. But, somehow, I still feel that something is missing in my life. something or someone is missing, and it is making me feel really helpless.
Well, come back from my thoughts now.
As I was saying, I am having lunch with Eva, my best friend. We talked. About work mostly, and gossiped about our other colleagues. Then, our conversation came back to Eva and her fiancé, Draco.
*I had never met this Draco before. Every time I was supposed to meet him, something comes up. Either I was busy, or Draco had a new appointment. I never got a chance to see him in person, to help my friend judge if he was suitable for her. But his name was what got me really interested in him. It means dragon, I think, but that is beyond the point. The thing is, when I heard his name, it was like it is something that I should know. Maybe, I knew him before? But, I'm not sure. I never saw him, or seen his photograph. Eva had said that he detests picture, though he was dashing.*
She was so excited about her wedding that she always blabs on and on about it. I was happy for her of course, but listening to her day in and day out talking about her "big day" can be boring. *Oh! I was her maid of honour! Exciting, isn't it? *
Well, Eva was still going on about her fiancé, and about their honeymoon. I was loosing patience listening to her speak. So, I did almost anyone would have done, and turned my attention away from the speaker.
I scanned the room, looking for something interesting to divert my attention. Then, I saw HIM!