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Disclaimer: OK, my name is Alannah Javier; therefore, I do NOT own this story! 'This is the conscience speaking' and "this is conversation", and, as I have before mentioned, I will be writing in POV (Telling the story from a character's point of view) and since Hermione's in a daze state, well she lost her memory, what is she going to think about, the pretty flowers? Well if you have any questions regarding the story or something you think would go good in it, REVIEW and don't hesitate! And as a further reminder, THIS HAS MAYOR OotP SPOILERS! So read it before reading this or just ask, like in a review! On with this! I hope you like it!

Chapter 6: Harry and his thoughts (AN: I know it's a lame title but that's what's going to happen!)

HARRY'S POV

I couldn't believe it.  I WASN'T going to believe it. Not until I saw it with my own eyes.

Ms. Johnson kept sobbing into my shirt for an eternity while I just stood there, looking at the sleeping form of Hermione. Wondering, how could this happen to me? Wondering, WHY this had happened to me.

'Well, it's normal, you have something happy to hold on to and then people, or, more probably, Voldemort take it away'

True, he thought, I never have something good in my life. All I had was the thought of having Hermione as my girlfriend, to kiss her, to laugh with her, to have happy moments with her. But now, how could he? How could he be with her when she didn't even know who he was? How was he going to spend his remaining summer, not only with Sirius's recent death, but also without Hermione, mentally of course. Now he had nothing to look forward to. Of course, this would also devastate Ron. But, at least, he had his family to turn to. His brother, his mother and father and Ginny. But I don't. I know Mrs. Weasley is like a mother to me and she treats me as her son but it's not the same.

I left my thoughts as I felt Ms. Johnson's sobbing stop. I looked at her. Almost feeling the pain I could see in her eyes. Then I looked at Hermione, who had woken up while he was thinking into space, and was now looking, puzzled and confused, at me.

"Who are you? Who am I? Where am I?" were the faint words that came out of her mouth.

Ms. Johnson burst into tears, yet again, into my shirt. Hermione, on the other side, looked more confused than ever. I felt my eyes water with the tears that I had tried to hold back, keyword being TRIED. Next thing I know, I'm bawling my eyes out. Hermione, who couldn't look more confused than she already was, just stared at me. I stop as immediately as I began and tried to look good, for my first impression to the new Hermione.

"Hi, I'm Harry, Harry Potter. This is your mother Anne Johnson and you are Hermione Granger or Johnson, I don't know." I tried to say them as coherently and calm as I could. Ms. Johnson stopped crying and looked at Hermione. She looked like she was at the verge of tears but she didn't cry.

She stood up and walked to the chair beside Hermione's bed and sat down, and, looking and speaking as calm as ever, she addressed herself to Hermione.

"Hi, I'm your mother but you can call me mom you've just had an, well uh,"she hesitated at this part looking nervous, " an acident and you lost your memory but, don't worry. I am here for you and I will always be." she finished, with a smile plastered on her face.

"Yeah, me too, you can count on me always 'Mione, I will always be there with you." I said lamely.

"Well, thanks but, I really don't know anything." Hermione said, "Will I ever get my memory back?"

"Well, the doctors said that it might be permanent, but that is a fat chance. You might get it back in the next couple of months. I'm sure you will, I hope you will." she said.

"Just as she finished, a nurse came bustling into the room, looking an awful lot like Madame Pomfrey when she took care of me. She put a thermometer into Hermione's mouth and, after she took it out, she made Hermione swallow some weird looking medicine.

"Are you a relative of her?" she politely asked.

"No." I put in lamely.

"Well, only relatives, she needs her rest!" she put in as she practically threw me out of the room.

"NO! Let him stay. Only him and me are allowed in this room," shouted Ms. Johnson from the other side of the room.

"Well, if you say so, but keep it quiet, she needs her rest. If she gets stressed out, she might go unconscious and faint. So try not to," she said as she stepped out of the room.

"Thanks, I really don't want to leave her side." I said to Ms. Johnson.

"Please, do take care of her. And don't let anything happen to her whilst she is at school, Harry," said Ms. Johnson, looking over to Hermione's bed. "PLEASE take care of her." Then she continued sobbing.

I sat down in the couch as I replayed Ms. Johnson's words in my head and made, yet again, a vow to not let anything happen to her.

AN: Yeah, I know, lame-o chapter but I need ideas so. Review, critics are accepted and ideas are very welcomed. Put in it what you want and/or think should happen in the upcoming chapters. I will update every time I can so, when the power lets me, I will. 'Till next time! Please review! Alannah