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'Are thoughts', "is conversation", and *is Hermione's conscience*.

Chapter 5: Ms. Johnson's past: Part 2.

Harry's POV:

I got to the downtown police station after a half an hour drive. During this time, all i could think of was Hermione: how i felt about her and what i would do without her; about how scared she looked back in her house; about all the time we've spent together and about our relationship. She was acting weird around me last night at dinner and she looked sick to the stomach when i told her mother about us. When i leaned in to kiss her good night before i went to the Dursley's last night, she said she had to finish washing the dishes and closed the door in my face. It was like she didn't want me. Now i was beginning to feel bad. Maybe she didn't like me as i did. My last thought before i got out of the patrol car was to ask her when i had the chance.

They took me into a room with a table, 2 chairs, and a single lamp. There were no windows instead; there was a wall-sized mirror. I was told to sit in a chair facing the mirror. 10 minutes later, a gruff-looking man, entered the room with a clipboard and paper in hand. He took the other chair and placed it in front of me. And then the questions blurted out.

"Name?" asked the man.

"Harry Potter." i said.

"Occupation?"

"Student."

"Domicile address?"

"Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging."

"Relation with the defendants?"

"Defendants? is there going to be a trial?, are they ok?" i asked, worrying a bit more.

"The defendants are Ms. Johnson and her daughter, yes there is going to be a trial and we need information about what happened. Since you are the only witness you need to testify here and in the trial which is going to be held next Monday ('Oh man! I'm not going to be able to go to Diagon Alley!') . And as to their state, i can't tell you that since we don't know who you are and what you were doing in the house at that moment." the man quickly said.

"Well, I'm friends with Ms. Johnson's daughter, we attend the same school, and i was going over to tell her my, um.... end-of -term exam scores..." Long story short, i told the man everything that had happened earlier that day.

"Well." he said after i had finished," we will be talking to your relatives-" "No!" i interrupted, thinking about what would happen if the Dursley's found out about this, although they might, considering Aunt Petunia, "They have, erm, heart problems and if they found out what happened today, they would just die! And well...."

"Yes, we wouldn't want another tragedy. Well. I guess you should be heading home then. A patrol car is waiting outside and we will see you Monday for the hearing. You may leave and...." i raised my hand, to show that i had a question. " Can you take me to the hospital? I really want to know how my friend is doing," i said without hesitation.

"Well.... of course." said the man; his facial expression had changed to one of compassion and sympathy.

"And, just one more question." i said, having a pestering thought in mind that i desperately needed to get rid of, " has Mr. Granger been abusing them or is this the first time?" i said.

"That is confidential information, you will need to ask your friend about that." his face quickly changing back to straight and rude looking. "Now off with you."

When i left the police station, i noticed an outside clock, which marked 2:33 pm, which meant that i had passed my last 4 hours inside that, that room.

A cop escorted me outside, then he lead me to a patrol car that took me to the hospital. When i arrived, i rushed out to the entrance of the hospital and asked the desk nurse the room in which Hermione was.

I got to room 217 and knocked on the door, in case she was changing or her family was there, there was a muffled response so i slowly opened the door. There she was looking like an angel, asleep in the small hospital bed. Her mother was sitting in a chair, reading what looked like a law book. Hermione had a cast in her left hand and right foot, and red stained bandages around some parts of her face. Ms. Johnson also had a cast in her right foot and some bandages in her right hand. When Ms. Johnson heard the door close, she looked up. Her face was tear stained and had a sorrow look. When i went to sit next to her, she immediately started crying. She put her head in my shoulders and sobbed till no end.

When she stopped, i asked her what had happened to Hermione and tears welled up in her eyes as she started to speak.

"She has 3 broken ribs, a broken arm and foot and a few minor scratches in her face... she- she- she" then she started sobbing again. It was like a deluxe version of Cho Chang. I began to feel more worried than i already was.

"She what, Ms. Johnson? What happened to Hermione?" i felt tears welling up in my eyes too.

"She lost her memory"

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