Disclaimer: I am so sick of telling you that HP & Co. belongs to JKR. I'm also sick of telling you that this plot and whatever new characters that may be introduced eventually (hint, hint) belong to Dani!

****I decided that the cliffy I left you with was a little to evil, so here's more to satisfy what looks to be turning into an addiction for you!!! Lol

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The evil grin on her face was now wiped clean.

'Who...Who is this?'

Harry had no clue what she was talking about.

'Who am I?' she asked, massaging her forehead.

Harry knew she wasn't in Voldemort's hands anymore.

'You're Hermione Granger. You are a wizard. Do you remember?'

'Harry... Harry, is that you?' she asked.

'Yes! Yes Hermione, it's me. Now I need you to release Ron from the curse you've put him in.' he said calmly

'Oh No! Ron, I'm sorry. Dembedia.' and Ron stopped trying to get up.

'Nooooooo!!!!' yelled Voldemort.

He was trying to break the barrier, but he couldn't. Something was stopping him from doing so.

'Hermione, get Ron and come with me. Quick!' Harry instructed.

She took Ron by the shoulder and they all came together. Harry didn't know how but he knew how to get out of that place and back to Hogwarts! By the ring!

Hermione and Ron hung onto Harry and they were soon in the office of Dumbledore. Harry saw a last glimpse of Dumbledore's concerned and surprised face and he fainted.

Harry woke up, but he didn't open his eyes. There was a conversation going on.

'Fudge, these children escaped Voldemort's clutches last night. You can't possibly continue ignoring the fact that he has not come to power again!' said a woman who was unmistakably Professor McGonagall.

'Minerva, I shall not believe it, until I see it and there is no proof that they're the heirs of the three founders, let alone faced Voldemort!' said an annoyed Fudge.

Then, there was a short silence, followed by Dumbledore's calm voice, with a tad bit of anger in it.

'Fudge, we do not ask you to believe us, we merely ask you to open your eyes and warn the Wizarding World about Voldemort's rise.'

'Albus, as I said, I shall not believe it until I see it. Good day to you all.' and he stormed out.

McGonagall went out as well, muttering something which sounded like 'stubborn fool'. Dumbledore, however, spoke.

'Harry, you can open your eyes now.'

Harry accidentally let a smile break open. He didn't realize Dumbledore knew he was eavesdropping. He opened his eyes and sat on his bed. His arm and backside were hurting but he didn't care.

'What happened, sir?'

'You appeared at my office, dear boy, with your comrades. I then asked Poppy to take good care of you, which she has done most excellently.'

'Sir?'

'Yes, Harry?'

'Mr. Fudge still doesn't believe Voldemort's risen, does it mean he won't warn the people?'

'I'm afraid so, Harry. Now, I will have to leave you to rest. Poppy will have me thrown out, otherwise.' Harry smiled and nodded, and he left.

Harry knew he was in the hospital wing so he looked around to see where the other two were. Ron was still asleep but Harry saw that Hermione wasn't. She was just looking outside, probably in deep thoughts.

He got up and went to her. Harry leaned closer. 'Hermione, are you okay?'

She spoke in a voice so timid, that he wasn't sure if she was back.

'Hey Harry. I didn't notice you were there.'

'Do you remember anything?'

'Yeh I rememebr everything, actually. Even the times when I lost my memory.'

'That's good isn't it?'

'I guess so, but the thought of me being a Deatheater is just horrible!'

'It wasn't your fault. Voldemort was probably controlling you.'

'But Harry, that's just it. I became a Deatheater because I lost my memory! Who knows what I could've done to Ron, or you!'

Harry sat there. He tried to comfort Hermione. 'Listen to me. You aren't evil. You lost you memory and Voldemort took advantage of that.'

'That's not all, Harry. The person who gave me that book...'

'You remember?'

'Yes. It was Peter!' Harry was more than surprised at this.

'How did he get it? Why did he give it to you? Did he hurt you?'

'No, no. He told me that it was for letting him live. He knew I was Ravenclaw's heir then and so did Voldemort. Harry, I'm so scared... of myself. I can't trust myself. I feel like a walking time bomb...'

Harry didn't know what to say. But, he said the first thing that came to his head.

'Hermione, I've got tons of notes from all the teachers. They said it was important for your O.W.L.s.'

Harry had the shocked expression.

'O.W.L.S! I completely forgot! I have to get going! They're only inches away!'

Harry smiled on the inside. He knew if anything, studies would get Hermione back to reality.

Harry, Hermione and Ron were released from the hospital wing and asked to proceed to the Gryffindor common room. When they got there, it was filled with students from year 1 to 7.They were talking about the night they faced Voldemort. It was a secret, so naturally, the whole school knows... but not about the heirs.

'Harry, was you-know-who really powerful? Did he really have his Deatheaters there? Did you give him a mouthful?'

'Ron, I heard you faced you-know-who wandless! You're awesome!'

'Hermione, they said that you outwitted you-know-who himself! Is that true?' were the ones they mostly asked about.

When they were finally free of the people who wouldn't stop asking, they made their way to their dorms.

Harry made a loving look at Hermione, which she returned, before going in his dorm.

Ron shrugged him and smiled an evil grin. Harry was relieved now to know Hermione's back. He thought about everything that's happened when her memory was lost. He thought about his response. He was going to apologize to her tomorrow. And maybe...just maybe...tell her how HE feels...

He woke up extra early the next morning. He was really eager to apologize...but he was really looking forward to the part where he tells her his true feelings, something he's been looking forward to since he admitted it to himself.

He went down to the Great Hall and saw her in the Gryffindor table. She appeared to be eating her breakfast as well as holding a book. It was her Arithmancy textbook. He went and sat next to her.

'Hermione? Can I talk to you?'

'Not now, Harry. I'm a bit preoccupied.' she said quickly. She did look it. But Harry had the feeling she wasn't.

'Oh. Okay. Maybe later then.' he said disappointingly.

'Yeah, maybe later.' she mumbled.

Harry went to Ron who was sitting a few feet away.

'You want to play chess, Harry?'

'Sure, Ron. It's been so long since we did.'

After a few games of winning, Ron saw Harry's face.

'What's wrong, Harry? You've never been a sore loser before.' He said, hoping to break the ice.

'I'm not sore. I'm...'

'You're what?'

'What's wrong with Hermione? Is she okay?'

Ron laughed. 'Oh. Is that all? I thought your Firebolt was broken in half or something.'

'What's so funny?'

'Well isn't it obvious, Harry? She's sore because you said you loved her as a friend... more embarrassed than sore, actually.'

'She is?' whispered Harry, due to the fact that Hermione was just a few feet away.

'Well of course she is. How would you feel if the person you've been crushing on tells you, she just sees you as a friend?'

Harry was now glancing at Hermione every 2 seconds. Ron was still talking, but he couldn't hear him.

He stood up. He finally got hold of his senses again.

He approached Hermione.

'Hermione, we need to talk.'

'But Harry, I said I'm busy. Maybe later.' she said, irritated.

Harry wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. He grabbed her Arithmancy textbook and walked out the Great Hall.



******Aaaaaawwwwwww. Isn't it nice to know that Hermione is back??

*******Aren't I nice? I didn't leave you with such a big cliffy this time.