==*Racing Time*==
(A/N) Hi everyone!! *waves hi at all the smiling happy people*. I hope you like this chapter. I know that by looking at the title of this chapter your thinking, "what the hell is wrong with this girl? Is she mad?" Well I'm not sorry to say. I'm just extremely stupid. LOL. Well I am! But anyway that's not the point. The point is that there is a reason to the title, and you'll see why. Actually there isn't really a very big reason I made it the title except to, well, confuse you. Hehe. Yeah I know I'm evil. But well I did think it was a funny title too so I decided it on that. Oh well, enough babbling. Now on with the chapter.
(Disclaimer) Once a wise man told me, "Hey! That's not yours!" And I realized...it wasn't.
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Chapter 9: Rob and Larry
Harry Apparated into the hallway of Grimald Place a few hours after Hermione had been brought back from the hospital. He could hear Mrs. Weasley in the den apologizing to Bill and Fleur for the inconvenience of her and Mr. Weasley's exit and wishing them a good time for their Honeymoon.
Harry drifted up the stairs and down the hallway towards Hermione's room. As he passed by the open doorway of Ginny's room, he could clearly see her beautiful red hair fallen in her face and onto the pink book in her hands. She was writing furiously about a few things Harry was sure was on her mind, one in which he was sure about himself. He couldn't help, but stop and stare.
She still meant so much to him, and he just couldn't bare to let her go, at least not now. Not while this great feeling of loss, greater than that of Sirius' death, that was so new to him. Why did she have to hate him so much? If only she truly understood how much she actually meant to him everything would be alright, but she didn't. She hadn't slapped him for just any reason earlier on that night, she slapped him because she was infuriated with herself like he was at his own self. It was because they didn't truly understand what was going on inside themselves, or what was taking place inside their hearts. They wanted so badly just to let their love die, but deep down they knew it was all a lie. They wanted more than anything to be with the one they thought that they wanted to disappear. Harry had realized this and even admitted it to himself; he even had the red mark to prove it. But Ginny, being the red head she was, was being a bit stubborn about her feelings and instead took to violence instead of admitting it to herself.
Harry would have given anything at that moment to be with her right then, laying beside her on that flowery bedspread as her beautiful red hair fell onto his shoulder. He gave her one last longing glance and then trudged unwillingly down the hall towards Hermione's new bedroom.
Mrs. Weasley had made up a bed just for Hermione in one of the spare rooms to sleep in for the night. The Healer had specifically asked for them to continue with their regular routines, but Mrs. Weasley objected and insisted still that they make up a bed for her in the guestroom for, "at least one night of peaceful rest".
At the end of the hall Harry peeked inside of the quiet room and spotted Ron sitting with his head in his hands by Hermione's side as she stared absentmindedly out the window with a stained, confused face as if she were trying to recall something.
Ron looked up at him sadly and smiled weakly as Harry came to sit beside him.
"Any luck?" Harry asked hopefully nodding in Hermione's direction.
"No." Ron muttered faintly. He shook his head pitifully and looked down at his feet. "I've tried everything, Harry. I've told her stories about our adventures, showed her some pictures of us at school, and I even read her some pages from Hogwarts a History. She didn't remember anything! Nothing! She's hopeless." Ron rubbed his hands wearily over his eyes and turned to look at Harry more seriously than he ever had before. "She's been asking about her mum, Harry. And I just don't have the heart to tell her the truth." Ron once more buried his face in his hands and Hermione turned to look at Harry awkwardly straining to remember something.
Harry turned his face away from Hermione, whose pitiful bewilderment was beginning to make him upset to look at. "It'll get better," he said. "The Healer said it was only acute amnesia and she should get her memory back any day now."
Ron sighed but continued to stare at the floor. "I know, but... it's just so hard. It's almost like she's not even there anymore. It just hurts so much to look into her eyes and know that she doesn't know who I am. She can't remember me, Harry. She doesn't know how much I love her and how much she loved me. I know she's there somewhere but I just can't see her. When I look at Hermione now, I don't see the same person anymore. She's gone. This new person came and took her place and she will never love me like Hermione did. Hermione's gone."
"She will come back, Ron! She will! You just have to wait for her to come back, but she will eventually! She will!"
Hermione was still staring at them from her bed with an odd look in her eyes, not taking in a single word of what they were saying.
"Larry?" Hermione said suddenly waking Harry from his worry for Ron.
Ron glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and Harry could almost feel the irritation radiating from his body. "It's Harry." he muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes and Harry could hear him slowly counting to ten, as if an extra precaution so he wouldn't spring up and attack Hermione when he didn't realize it.
"Oh, yes, Harry!" Hermione laughed awkwardly high-pitched. "Do you happen to know where my mother is, Harry? Rob here doesn't seem to want to tell me!"
Harry knew that was it. Ron was going to snap.
"IT'S RON!" Ron yelled as he stood up violently knocking his chair to the floor and across the room." You know what, I can't take this! I just can't take it! I'm leaving!"
Hermione watched Ron storm out of the room and winced when the door slammed behind him and Harry jumped beside her. She frowned at the floor then looked up sadly at Harry with depressing brown eyes.
"I don't think he's coming back." Hermione said sounding upset. She looked at Harry deep in his eyes and Harry noticed her lip was beginning to tremble. "He loved me alot didn't he?" she asked gloomily. Harry could tell in her eyes that she was blaming herself.
"Yeah he did." Harry sighed as he sat down beside her on the bed. The bed springs creaked as he sat down and Hermione scooted over a bit for him to move closer. "But it's not your fault he's upset."
Hermione looked at him with a "yeah-right" look on her face and Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Well then, who's fault is it?" she asked skeptically
Harry looked down curiously and back up at her with the same puzzled look. "I don't know, Hermione. After all, there wasn't anyone around when you were hit and I don't know of anyone who'd want to hurt you. There are some wizards looking for clues right now, but so far they haven't found anything."
"What about that red-haired girl? What's her name Jennifer."
"No it's Virginia, Ginny for short."
"Yeah her. She kept telling me she was sorry and stuff after I had woke up."
"Nah. You two were really close. She'd never do anything like that to you."
Hermione thought for a moment about the red haired girl who was always staring at her with that saddened guilty look and even if Harry didn't believe it, she felt with all her heart that something about that girl was wrong. She didn't know how but she had a strange feeling in her heart that something wasn't quite right.
A strange feeling that had come over her ever so often these past few hours came up again. It felt as if a large dark cloud was darkening her mind and she felt like she was spinning around in a circle, faster than she would have been able to do had she tried. Light flashed before her eyes and she felt like she was going to be sick if the spinning didn't stop. A movie screen came in front of her eyes and, just like on a movie, came an image. A red-haired girl was sitting on a bed hugging a black teddy bear with glasses. Then came a scene where a black haired boy and the same red-haired girl behind the bed in which she and a red-haired boy sat.
"You-You love her don't you? Ginny?" Hermione asked looking at him curiously.
Harry whipped his head around to her again and looked at her bedazzled. "How... How did you know that?" Harry asked still gazing at her suspiciously.
Hermione shook her head toward off the headache that came zooming into her mind a few seconds after each one. "I dunno. I-I-I had a flashback or... or something. But my head really hurts now. Can you hand me that bottle."
Harry reached for the brown glass bottle labeled "Aspirin Potion" on Hermione's bedside table and watched as she downed the whole thing in one huge gulp. But now he looked at her with hope. She'd be getting better soon. He was sure about that now. She was having memories come back to her now and soon enough she'll have it completely returned to her.
How he wished he didn't have to remember whom he was or how much pain he was suffering right now. He knew he shouldn't and he felt like slapping himself at the moment just for thinking about it, but secretly he almost wished that he was in Hermione's shoes right now, just so he could forget about... everything.
Harry looked at Hermione and felt guilty about even pondering it. He knew how hard it must be not to remember who familiar faces were and couldn't even remember the simplest of things. He looked at her and felt sick of himself.
"I'm going to bed," he said mainly to himself before he stormed out of the room leaving a very bewildered Hermione calling out his name. He didn't even notice Ron crying silently on the side of his bed when he pulled his sheets over his head and forced himself into sleep.
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A dark room sat a tall thin man in a high-backed wooden chair. The lanterns that hung low illuminated the room to reveal a small dumpy man at the tall man's feet quivering with fear. He appeared to be a fairly young man, but he clearly looked alot older than he was. His shiny brownish gray hair was thinning and he was actually bald at the very back. His face was mousy yet full of early wrinkles. His left hand was made of purified metal, yet it appeared as if he were only wearing a silver glove of some kind.
The small mousy man shivered as the man seated in the chair placed a cold slender hand upon his shoulder.
"Wormtail, I understand you have some...interesting news to tell me," the first man said in a cold wheezing, yet strangely high-pitched voice.
The man called Wormtail nodded frantically and bowed his head low to where his nose brushed against the floor. "Yes, My Lord!" Wormtail stammered happily. "Very good indeed, I must imply."
"I see." the first man said smiling a frightening smile full of long pointed teeth. "Continue."
"Well I have been informed by the Seer, Lastrange, that the first part of your plan has begun. She is to be awakening, and she is to come to us before midnight at this week's end.
The man seated gave out a loud bone-chilling laugh. Even Wormtail shuttered at the godforsaken sound. No normal human being would have been able to mimic such a laugh properly. It was such a laugh to raise every hair on your body and the dead from their rest.
"Excellent, my faithful servant. You have made me proud. Tell Lastrange that she is too be rewarded greatly for such viable information.
"Now on to bigger and better things. The Orb. Where is it being kept and how is its well-being."
Wormtail began to twitch on the ground with excitement. "Oh the Orb! The Orb, My Lord, is being kept in its same residing place and by the looks of it, all is well on the informing of its whereabouts. The only three who know where it is are you, My Lord, me, and Regulus Black. And as you may know, only two of the three are living."
"It better stay the three of us or the ratio of those living will be dropped! Do you understand me, Wormtail?!"
Wormtail quivered with fear. "Y-y-yes, My Lord. I d-d-o understand." he stammered kissing the man's feet. "I understand perfectly"
"Good," the man said sitting back comfortably in his wooden chair as he threaded his fingers together in his lap. "Because you understand the consequence to us all if it falls into the wrong hands, don't you?"
"Yes, My Lord. Every bit."
"Fine, because I could remind you a bit if you liked." He chuckled haughtily at his own form of a joke. "Go now, Wormtail! Go and fetch me Lastrange. I wish to reward her for her food deed to us."
"Y-Yes, Master!"
Wormtail scuttled out of the room as the man walked over to the nearby mirror hanging on the wall. He gazed into it to look upon a skeleton white sunken face, snakelike nostrils, and two ruby red eyes that shined that newly shattered blood. His cold piercing laugh rang in the air once more and Harry Potter, hundreds of miles away, fell out of his bed clutching his scar as pain filled his scar as pain filled his head like daggers in his skin.
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(A/N) Oooo. Creepy. well now that I've posted this chapter and you've read it, you have nothing left to do but review it. So go on ahead and review. There's nothing stopping you now.
(Discussion of the Day) I've got a new baby brother name Carlton John (CJ for short cuz the other way is just gross) That makes 2step sisters, 1 step brother 3 half sisters 1 real sister and now 1half brother. That's alot of kids!
(Quote of the Day)
~I can only please one person at a time. Today is not your day. Tomorrow doesn't look good either.
(Summary of Ch.10) Hermione has visions of her past and learns again of her mum's death. Then with Ron's sweet comforting she remembers her love for him. Just another sweet fluffy chapter staring the precious couple Ron and Hermione
(Thanx)
~xzaire- Well yeah! I can't make Ron mad at Hermione's illness forever! That's just wrong. Next chapter will bring some improvement into her mind. I promise though she will get it back all together and really soon too, but maybe she might regret wanting it back so bad. Oh now I got you confused huh? Oh this is so fun!
~XtinaMerilla- Well I guess the reason I write so well about them is cuz I love them so much! They are my MOST FAVORITE couple! Aww they're so sweet. Don't worry more R/H fluff should be coming up really soon. And you know what I'll even throw in a special surprise too if you review again.
~Gryphonmistress- Okay look I NEVER make a sad ending okay so you can relax. I hate reading or writing something that makes you cry and you can't end up smiling at the end. It's just not right. Sorry if I made you cry. Don't worry thought the ending will be really good and happy, I promise!
~ginny- Not exactly. Sure they all saw Ginny and Hermione run outside, but no one else was outside with them. Everyone was in the reception hall when she did the spell. Sorry 'bout the confusion. But I can't promise no more trouble for Ginny. Sorry
~cristen- Really I thought the sky should be pink too. It's such a pretty color. Ugh! I can't believe he didn't like Holes! That's so weird! Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. Can I have a nice long review this time?
~RussellGrl15- LOL! You're not the only one who thinks Hermione was hilarious! I loved that part I also thought it was funny so don't feel bad! Oh and as for Harry, when he broke up with her he WAS doing it for her. He didn't just want to break up he wanted to protect her.