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(A/N)Well I finally updated and to my horrible sadness I've only gotten three reviews. I totally was expecting more than that and I'm still in depression for it. Do you WANT me to go into therapy? You must! You're all totally stressing me out! *sighs* Okay I'm alright now I just had to get that off my chest. Now that I've finished ranting go ahead and read. I won't stop you except with the disclaimer alright?

(Disclaimer) No I'm not JK Rowling… Damn it!

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Chapter 10: Sweetest Memory

Hermione sat down on what was supposedly her old bed next to Ginny's where she used to sleep before she forgot everything. It had been a week since the accident and she still didn't seem to be making very much improvement. The best she had remembered had been Harry and Ginny's relationship and nothing more or less. Even though she had attempted just about everything to bring back some sort of memory that would maybe help her along, she would always fail. She just couldn't do it.

She looked around at the shabby tattered wallpaper peeling off the walls, the dusty old bookcases next to each of her and Ginny's beds, and the flattened feather pillows on each of their beds. Try as she may she made no recognition at all to anything. It felt so strange not being able to remember anything.

Hermione scooted over to the old wooden bedside table next to her and pulled out an old leather album lying on the bottom shelf. She had done this before, tried to look at albums, but they always just brought her to great frustration. Still in all as she went to open it he cover she said to herself in her mind, It's always worth another shot.

She opened the cover to the first page and looked down at the moving colored pictures. There it went again. She looked down at the first picture of herself and Ron sitting by a lake arm and arm and she couldn't even remember taking it. It's normal to look back at a photograph and think back at how much fun the day was and how much the people have grown since then, but when she looked at them she felt nothing. Nothing about this picture spark any kind of recollection whatsoever. He look at herself and not even see her there; she was never there so why should she be now. It was confusing even to her.

Growing frustrated, she turned the page to find she and Ginny embraced in a tight hug as they stood before a large towering castle in the distance. On the page opposite was a great giant man with a long dark beard and long scraggly hair. Both of his large hands were on each of Harry and Ron's shoulders both whom appeared close to collapsing under the weight.

Ron came in just then and dropped a pile of fresh sheets and blankets on Hermione's bed. He looked at her with cold blue eyes that were hard as steel. For some reason, she didn't understand he had been very cruel to her all this week, ever since she had gotten home from the hospital. She figured it had something to do with the fact that she wasn't behaving as she used to before and it angered him for some reason.

"Thanks," she said trying to appear genuinely sweet to him. She smiled up at him and in return, he just scowled at her, his usually friendly freckled face contorted with agitation.

She sighed as he turned for the door and she looked back down at the album in her hands. On it resided a picture of a small brown haired girl with pigtails next to a tall friendly looking woman with a sweet smile and long flowing curls that lay on her shoulders.

All of a sudden, Ron's movements slowed and the room around her began to spin rapidly. Her temples started throbbing and a bright blinding light flashed behind her eyes. She was sitting in a white room as her memories played before her like on a movie screen.

She was sitting behind a large birthday cake with eight lighted candles. The beautiful woman beside her was begging her to make a wish. The light blinked and another screen flashed before her eyes. She was holding tight to her mother's arm as her father went to let a large brown tawny owl out of a nearby window after releasing a parchment envelope from it's talons. Another flash of light followed another scene. She was standing before a long black train crying into her mother's arms before she dragged her trunk towards the luggage compartment. Then the last image pressed into her mind clearer and more vivid than ever. She was sitting in a large circular office lined with pictures and shiny clicking objects as a tall bearded man sat before her staring at her seriously through diamond blue eyes hidden behind half-moon spectacles. Ron stood beside her his palm pressed hard against her own a scared and obviously worried look about her face. Then the man spoke.

"I'm sorry to say…Mrs. Granger has passed away."

Everything started to spin once more and the room came back into focus along with Ron who was still in the same place as he was before.

"Ron?" she cried out in a tiny sob.

Ron stopped dead in his tracks, but stared facing the door not making the slightest notion to turn around. "What?" he grumbled in an almost growl.

Hermione sniffled as tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Why didn't you tell me my mum was dead?" she sobbed as the tears started to flow so freely from her eyes in steady streams.

Ron turned around sharply and caught a sharp stab in the heart at the saddened look in Hermione's eyes. His heart dropped into his stomach and he felt all of his self-pitied anger die away.

"Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry!" Ron cried racing forward and scooped up her small shaking body into his arms.

Hermione took comfort in the boy's presence and wrapped her own arms about his neck. She could hardly remember anything about him at all, but at that moment, as he held her tight, close to his heart, she felt as if she had known him for always and eternity. Something inside of her told her that everything would be alright and she'd never have to worry about anything ever again as long as he never let go of her. All the pressure and tension that had resided in her heart had finally let go and now they fell as tears on Ron's shoulder and her cries of grief that filled the air.

Once more Hermione's body went ridged and numb and the room started to spin violently. Light flashed before her eyes and her grip on Ron's neck loosened slightly. She felt all of reality slip away from her and she was sliding endlessly into the blinding white light around her. She could faintly hear Ron's voice calling out her name before she was swallowed into her long forgotten memories.

She was sitting in a train compartment lined with scarlet leather seats. In front of her sat Ron who looked to be about eleven or twelve still freckly and smiling his face full of laughter and happiness. The light blinded her once more and she spun around outrageously in place more violently than she ever had before. When she jerked back in place she found herself holding tight to Ron's chest watching in horror as a limp body was carried away on a summoned stretcher and Harry was being led away to a far off castle by a man with a wooden leg and a face full of scars and disfigurements. She was thrown about vigorously once more jerking her head back and she was then sitting on a hospital bed crying into a white feather pillow as Ron awkwardly rubbed her back telling her everything would be alright. Then at once with a slightly less painful jerk she landed in a dormitory of some kind and found herself standing in the middle of a stick black potion on the floor. Ron was shaking her shoulders begging her to tell him if she had taken any. She shook her head slightly and he prayed in a whisper his thankfulness before pulling her to his chest. Then the last image came with barely a single jerk whatsoever and she found herself not in an unknown place she had never been before but instead in the den downstairs at Grimmauld Place. She could hear a familiar tune being played on a stereo in the back ground but she was paying no attention to it; instead she was focusing on the boy in her arms. She lifted her head from his chest and looked deep within his eyes. "Don't ever leave me." She whispered with a pleading look on her face.

"Why would I leave you when you're the only reason I stay?" he whispered into her ear. She lay her head back onto his shoulder right before the light swam into her eyes once more.

Hermione felt all the air escape her lungs as if she were a deflating balloon and she plunged headfirst into darkness. She fell forward gasping for breath and her heart throbbing in her ears. Her head was spinning all the way around and them Ron held her tight in his arms. She opened her eyes to gase upon Ron's beautiful sapphire blue ones.

Everything spun back into place, but Hermione's brain continued to whirl. A large empty hole in her heart, she didn't even know was there to begin with, filled up again and a large part of her mind seemed to function once more. The emptiness in her heart swelled with hope, love, joy, and faith once more.

"Hermione." He whispered gently and gazed at her still with a hint cautiousness in the sparkling blue. She felt all the rush disappear from her head and the throbbing melted from her mind. Instead she sat entranced at his loving eyes that she had been dying to stare into for what seemed and eternity.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She threw her arms around Ron's neck and kissed him deep and passionately. Ron's eyes grew wide with fright and utter shock. He pushed her off o him and looked at her skeptically as she looked at him in return with a dazed dreamy sort of look that Luna Lovegood herself could pass off as her own.

"Bloody hell, Hermione! What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?" Ron asked perplexed at her sudden change of attitude towards him. She continued to stare at him dreamily and couldn't seem to take her eyes away from him.

She smiled at him and ran her hands through his soft red hair. "You have no idea how much I missed not loving you," she said as tears of happiness rolled out of her beaming eyes.

Ron smile grew suddenly as comprehension drew suddenly in his face and realization in his mind. With his thumb, he wiped away a stray tear that had fallen onto her cheek and looked, as she had only a few seconds earlier, into the familiar chocolate brown eyes he had so yearned to look into for the longest of times. "Yes, I do." He said lightly his soft breath tickling her cheeks as his words rolled into her ears.

They held each other close in their arms refusing to let go of what they had missed more than anything in the world and pulled each other into the deepest most passionate of kisses they had ever shared.

I may not be able to remember everything, Hermione thought to herself. But this is definitely a start.

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Ginny slowly closed the door behind herself as she stepped out into the hall once more. She dropped the load of sheets she was carrying next to the door to her and Hermione's room and walked slowly down the hall toward the stairs. He had just overheard everything Ron and Hermione were saying just now. She knew she shouldn't snoop, but she couldn't help but listen. From what she just overheard, she understood now that changes were about to be taking place in her life; drastic changes.

Hermione was getting back her memory and fast and they would only get bigger. Sooner or later the secret would be out, the secret she had been keeping from everyone including herself for this past week. Now that she saw what was going on she had no choice but to do something about it. She'd have to run.

She sat down at a desk in the den and pulled out a fresh piece of parchment from the drawers. She'd leave in the morning while everyone was still asleep. She couldn't run tonight though even if her parents would e staying the night at a Ministry meeting in Paris. She knew she could take chances with Ron and Hermione for surely they'd be up all night. No, she'd have to run the next morning after they had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

She dipped her quill into a bottle of thick black ink and placed her quill tip to the paper.

To whom this may concern, she wrote out nice and neatly at the heading. She had to fight back at the sudden urge to cry as she thought of what she was about o say.

I'm writing this letter for your benefit not my own. I wanted to let you know that I am not in any harm whatsoever, but I'm also not totally well. I have decided that I can no longer stay with you at Grimmauld Place because I feel that I may become the monster I had become on the night of Hermione's attack. If you're thinking that it was me who attacked Hermione you're on the right track. It was my own hand that used the Unforgivable curse on Hermione, but it wasn't my voice that came from my mouth. I don't know exactly who or what it was but all I know was that it wasn't my own. It would take up more paper than I could find in this drawer to explain all that happened to me the night of the attack, but I've decided to shorten it for you. You see I think I'm being possessed by someone or something, and I have no control of what it does to me. I cannot risk hurting another person I love any longer and that is why I have to go. I'm sorry if I scared you but I have no other choice. If I never speak to anyone again, I wish that you would please tell Harry that I still…

Ginny stopped mid-sentence and looked at the last line before scratching it out. She added her signature and folded up into quarters before pocketing it in her robes. Without a word or even a single tear, Ginny walked slowly up the stairs and disappeared into the shadows of the hall.

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(A/N) Well that's it. Now review cuz there's nuthin let to do AND I won't update this fic until I get at least five reviews. Yep that's right. I refuse to update it until I get at least 5 reviews. If I don't get what I want you want get what you want. Simple as that. Hehe I love being evil.

(Quote of the Week) I used to be schizophrenic but we're better now J

(Thanx to all THREE of my reviewers! I hope I have more next time *wink wink*)

~cristen-Thanx for the long review! Congrats you made the longest one out of my 3 reviews! Can you imagine? Only 3! Where did I go wrong? I must agree poor Harry. I know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back. It hurts, and in fact I did that to myself not that long ago, before I met my own Ron, Chris! He's so awesome and I've totally forgotten about the other dude who will, in fact, remain nameless. Oh and about your guess I suppose you'll

~xzaire-Well I guess I solved your question on weither or not she'd be getting her memory back huh? She hasn't gotten it all back but she does remember Ron and I think that's a BIG part of her life along with her mum's death. Oh and about my brother, he's so cute but yes it is a big hassle at changing his diaper. Ugh it's SO gross!

~RussellGrl15- Have a good time on your trip! I hope you have fun! Sorry I couldn't update this before you left but it will still be here when you get back. Promise. Hehe.