Chapter 3: Unwanted memory

Okay, I'm going to be revising all of the chapters that say how old Emma is because I changed it after being stupid when I aged her! ALSO, I noticed how many times I was being really dumb and said 'where' instead of 'were'. I honestly was stupid when I wrote this!



My eyes looked back into dark emerald pools, dark midnight hair falling over them. I gasped and held my hand over my heart.

"Harry?" I breathed, looking at the man in front of me. His serious face didn't change. His cold green eyes looked into mine and glared at me.

"How do you know my name, Death Eater?" He asked coldly. I was shocked; he didn't know it was I! I thought I was having a nightmare! My own husband, the one person I truly love, didn't know it is I!

"Harry, it's me, your fiancée, Hermione. How could you not remember me?" I asked him, hurt. Harry starred down into my eyes and looked hard.

"I don't know who you are. I've never seen you before in my whole life." He replied to me in an icy tone. I looked away and grabbed his wrist. I sighed and pulled him inside. He followed me in a silent matter. Most people would be frightened to even come here. But this was Harry and he was never afraid. But then I though more and I finally came to the conclusion that this wasn't the Harry I love and married. We entered the room where Voldemort and I had eaten our morning breakfast earlier and stood in front of him. An evil smile spread across him lips as he looked at whom I had brought in.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." He said to us. I glanced around the room and sooner than I knew it, my little daughter was hugging my legs. I picked her up and then glanced back at Harry.

"I'll leave you know. C'mon Emma, we're going to our room." I shut the door, closing my eyes for a moment, and then walked down the stairs. Emma looked at me.

"Mommy, who was that?" Emma asked as I carried her down the stairs.

"Emma, that was----well he was your......... hey, I got an idea. Why don't you go play with Christen? He must be bored." I asked her. Christen was Ginny's son who was Emma's age, but a bit older. Yeah, I know, she's a year younger than me but who am I to scold her for that? I walked over to Draco's door and knocked on it. I heard a muffled 'Come in' and I entered the room. Draco sat on the edge of his bed, watching his blonde haired son spin around and around. I smiled and walked over to Draco.

"Can I leave Emma in here?" I asked him politely. He nodded and took his stepdaughter into his arms. I smiled and kissed his cheek, thanking him. I promised him that I would return the favor and ran out of his room and into my own. When I got inside, I shut the door and ran to my bed, throwing myself onto it. I couldn't help myself; I could no longer hold back my tears. I began to cry loudly, not caring if the girls heard me. But, they did and came over to see what was wrong with me.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Lavender asked, sitting on the side of my bed. Ginny sat on the other side and gently rubbed my back for comfort.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Ginny asked with concern filled in her voice.

"I—I just can't believe what just hap—happened!" I sobbed, my face still in the comforter.

"What happened?" Lavender asked me. I turned my head so I could see her.

"I—I—I saw Harry." I said, tears streaming down my face, my voice in a low whisper. Lavender looked up at Ginny then back down at me. I sat up, hugging my knees to my chest, and cried into my jeans. Ginny and Lavender both hugged me, trying to make me feel better, but no one could, no one but Harry and he was the one who caused me this pain.

"Hermione, are you positive it was Harry?" Lavender asked me.

"Very. I even asked him! He was so cold, so harsh. His eyes didn't seem like his." I whispered to myself, biting my knee. Ginny stood up and left the room, shortly coming back with Ron and Oliver. I got up and raced into Ron's arms, crying so hard. All Ron could do was hold me tightly, Oliver doing the same.

"Oh Ron, I'm so afraid! I'm so afraid that Emma will find out who Harry is and then she'll have to watch him die." I cried, soaking his shoulder.

"It's alright Hermione. He won't die and you two will get out of here. We all will." Oliver soothed me, trying to calm me tears.

"But you don't understand! He doesn't remember me or even his own daughter! He thinks we're nothing to him!" I sobbed.

"Are you serious?" Ron asked, pulling away. I nodded. "Wow, I never thought he'd forget his own wife, let along his own flesh and blood." Ron said in disbelief.

"Wow, this is really harsh." Oliver said aloud, though it was his own personal thought.

"How do you think I feel? Huh? He's MY husband! The only man I'll ever truly love and he doesn't remember our child or me! This is just to much for me to take!" I screamed, breaking out of my friends strong arms with unfamiliar force known to me and ran to the window. But before I could even reach it, Lavender and Ginny stopped me quickly, pulling back on my arms.

"Let me go!" I screamed, kicking and twisting in their grasp.

"Stop it Hermione! STOP IT!" Lavender yelled, her and Ginny pulling me to my bed. They chained me to one of the post of my four-post bed, making sure I couldn't move.

"Why can't you just let me do this? Without Harry, I feel I have no reason to live. My life is so empty without Harry." I sobbed, looking down.

"What about Emma?" Oliver asked me. Lavender stood by the door with the others.

"We're going to go see what is going to become of Harry. Meanwhile, no wand." Lavender said, summing my wand out of my pocket. When it was in her hands, she pocketed it and they left, closing the door behind them and locking it. In frustration, I banged my head against the wooden poll. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, feeling the harsh impact of the wood on the back of my head. Slowly, I drifted off, my head dipping to my chest as I stood there, sleeping.

In my dream, I dreamt of Harry and I being together again, Emma with us as well as two newborn twins. In my sleep, I could feel myself smiling at the sweet dream that I knew wasn't going to happen any time soon.

"Hermione? Hermione? Hermione!?" Lavender's impatient voice called me out of my dreamland. I opened my eyes to see every around me. I was lying down on my bed, ice behind my head. As soon as I tried to lift my head, I felt a pain, causing me to drop it.

"You hit you're head moron. It is bruised pretty badly. Just lay down and rest some more." Ginny said, giggling. They all began to get up when I grabbed Ginny's arm.

"Wait, what is to become of Harry?" I asked them, concern filling my eyes.

"Tomorrow, at Emma's 3rd birthday celebration, they will be having everyone put curses on him in front of us for a so called gift to Emma. We couldn't stop him though. He said only the highest ranking person in this little world here live in next to him can." Lavender replied. Tears filled my eyes as I thought of my love dying.

"I'm going to go pick up Emma. Good night Hermione." Ron said, kissing my forehead. Oliver did the same and the two boys left. Ginny and Lavender went to bed shortly after Ron brought my daughter into my room and tucked her in. But I lay awake, thinking of whom that person was when it clicked; I was that person. I smiled and went to bed. Tomorrow was another day.

Hmm......... only had to fix one thing there! But still, I had to fix it or else people would be reviewing me going 'I thought you said' and I'd get frustrated!

-Serenity

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