"AHHHHHH!" A scream tore through the silent house. Loud bangs and crashes could be heard downstairs as the boys, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, ran down the stairs. Once down there, they saw Hermione and Ginny crouched down behind the sofa, tears streaming down their flushed faces.
"What's wrong Hermione? Ginny?" Fred asked, slowly making his way to the girls. "Why are you crying?"
"mmm....mmmm" Ginny stuttered, pointing to the window. George walked to the window, and took a peek outside.
"It's only Errol. He must have ran into the window again." he dismissed, picking up the letter the unconscious owl carried. "It's from Dumbledore!" he cried, tearing it open.
"Is it about Hermione and Ginny?" Harry asked, running over.
"Yes, it explains why they don't remember us. Read it!" he answered, handing the letter to Molly.
Dear Weasleys,
I am guessing that Miss Granger and Miss Weasley have already arrived at your home. I am also guessing you would like to know as to why they have no memory of you. Before Voldemort was killed, he had a team of death-eaters hiding to avenge his death, if he were to die. They were hidden just inside the Forbidden Forest, watching the entire battle. After they witnessed Harry kill Voldemort, they charged straight for Harry, only to be intercepted by Ginny and Hermione. Of course Voldemort had told them about those close to Harry, so they took the girls prisoner. We only recently discovered their headquarters and rescued the girls, but I regret to inform you that they may never recover from the trauma they were subjected to. It is believed all the unforgivable curses, save one, were performed on them countless times. I had the girls sent to you because I believe they have a chance to recover, but only with the help of those who love them. They have 'retreated' to the backs of their minds to escape the memories of the torture. I believe only love can bring them back. I am deeply sorry and wish you all the best.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore.
No one spoke a word as Molly finished the letter. They all stared dumbly as Molly folded the letter and placed it back inside its envelope.
"We can help them. I just know we can. It might take a while, but we can bring them back." Harry said, determined, tears slowly falling.
"I believe we can too! It's going to take a lot of patience and love, but it's possible. We'll have them back soon enough." George agreed, nodding solemnly.
"mmmm....mmmm" Ginny said, standing up. She slowly made her way to Harry, but paused for a moment. With a shaking hand, she reached up and gently wiped his tears from his face. A slight smile appeared on her face, but only for a second. Quickly, she retreated back to the safety of the sofa. Harry stood there dumbfounded.
"This is a start." he said, replacing his tears with a smile.
"What do we do now?" Ron asked, turning towards his mother.
"Love them, be patient, and show them it's over." she answered, smiling slightly. "You boys can do it. I have faith in you."
"Come on dear. Let's go make breakfast." Arthur said, pulling Molly into the kitchen.
"Hermione?" George asked, noticing she hadn't moved from her spot at all. She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "Maybe she has some memory left. After all, this IS Hermione." he joked, giving a slight chuckle.
"Let's get them upstairs so they can at least bathe." Fred suggested.
"I would like to see you try!" Ron laughed, smacking his brother on the arm. Fred gave a wry smile, punching him back.
"N....n......no." Hermione stuttered, standing up. The boys stared at her for second, eyes growing wide.
"You....you talked!" George gasped, a smile beginning to form. Hermione took a tiny step towards him, before loosing her balance. She fell to the ground with a thud. George ran to her aid, but she fought him, screaming and tearing at his face. "Hermione! It's me! George! I'm not going to hurt you!" he said, struggling to calm her down. She finally grew tired and stopped fighting. Settling into his arms, she began to fall asleep. "I'll take her upstairs, you guys get Ginny." he said, picking Hermione's sleeping form up.
"We'll try!" Fred laughed, but before he could begin to approach Ginny, she jumped to her feet and followed George upstairs. "Well, that was easier than I thought!" he smiled, clapping his hands together. "I say we did a job well done!" Harry and Ron stared at him for a moment before rolling their eyes and making their way upstairs.
"What's wrong Hermione? Ginny?" Fred asked, slowly making his way to the girls. "Why are you crying?"
"mmm....mmmm" Ginny stuttered, pointing to the window. George walked to the window, and took a peek outside.
"It's only Errol. He must have ran into the window again." he dismissed, picking up the letter the unconscious owl carried. "It's from Dumbledore!" he cried, tearing it open.
"Is it about Hermione and Ginny?" Harry asked, running over.
"Yes, it explains why they don't remember us. Read it!" he answered, handing the letter to Molly.
Dear Weasleys,
I am guessing that Miss Granger and Miss Weasley have already arrived at your home. I am also guessing you would like to know as to why they have no memory of you. Before Voldemort was killed, he had a team of death-eaters hiding to avenge his death, if he were to die. They were hidden just inside the Forbidden Forest, watching the entire battle. After they witnessed Harry kill Voldemort, they charged straight for Harry, only to be intercepted by Ginny and Hermione. Of course Voldemort had told them about those close to Harry, so they took the girls prisoner. We only recently discovered their headquarters and rescued the girls, but I regret to inform you that they may never recover from the trauma they were subjected to. It is believed all the unforgivable curses, save one, were performed on them countless times. I had the girls sent to you because I believe they have a chance to recover, but only with the help of those who love them. They have 'retreated' to the backs of their minds to escape the memories of the torture. I believe only love can bring them back. I am deeply sorry and wish you all the best.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore.
No one spoke a word as Molly finished the letter. They all stared dumbly as Molly folded the letter and placed it back inside its envelope.
"We can help them. I just know we can. It might take a while, but we can bring them back." Harry said, determined, tears slowly falling.
"I believe we can too! It's going to take a lot of patience and love, but it's possible. We'll have them back soon enough." George agreed, nodding solemnly.
"mmmm....mmmm" Ginny said, standing up. She slowly made her way to Harry, but paused for a moment. With a shaking hand, she reached up and gently wiped his tears from his face. A slight smile appeared on her face, but only for a second. Quickly, she retreated back to the safety of the sofa. Harry stood there dumbfounded.
"This is a start." he said, replacing his tears with a smile.
"What do we do now?" Ron asked, turning towards his mother.
"Love them, be patient, and show them it's over." she answered, smiling slightly. "You boys can do it. I have faith in you."
"Come on dear. Let's go make breakfast." Arthur said, pulling Molly into the kitchen.
"Hermione?" George asked, noticing she hadn't moved from her spot at all. She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "Maybe she has some memory left. After all, this IS Hermione." he joked, giving a slight chuckle.
"Let's get them upstairs so they can at least bathe." Fred suggested.
"I would like to see you try!" Ron laughed, smacking his brother on the arm. Fred gave a wry smile, punching him back.
"N....n......no." Hermione stuttered, standing up. The boys stared at her for second, eyes growing wide.
"You....you talked!" George gasped, a smile beginning to form. Hermione took a tiny step towards him, before loosing her balance. She fell to the ground with a thud. George ran to her aid, but she fought him, screaming and tearing at his face. "Hermione! It's me! George! I'm not going to hurt you!" he said, struggling to calm her down. She finally grew tired and stopped fighting. Settling into his arms, she began to fall asleep. "I'll take her upstairs, you guys get Ginny." he said, picking Hermione's sleeping form up.
"We'll try!" Fred laughed, but before he could begin to approach Ginny, she jumped to her feet and followed George upstairs. "Well, that was easier than I thought!" he smiled, clapping his hands together. "I say we did a job well done!" Harry and Ron stared at him for a moment before rolling their eyes and making their way upstairs.
