Full-Length Summary: He's searching for his lost love...she's searching for her memory.

When Hermione when missing over a month ago, Ron was determined to find her. Ever since the news of the trail derailment, he's been searching for his lost love. When the search is over, what will happen? The Hermione he was once knew and loved is not the same. She has no memory of who she is or what happened in her life. And that includes her engagement to the love of her life.

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Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own the Harry Potter series. That means I don't own any of the characters, plot or content that J.K. Rowling uses, the true owner of it all.

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The gentle rumble soothed the ball of nerves that had tangled themselves in the pit of her stomach. She glanced out of the window at the rolling countryside. The sun shone brightly, but as she watched it darkened. The darkness engulfed the train as the lights failed to work and a sense of dread replaced the nerves. There was a shadow...a shadow of something evil to come.

Hermione Granger's eyes popped open. She had the hospital blankets twisted around her and clutched up to her neck, her breathing erratic. Calm down. It was just a dream. As her breathing began to return to normal, she pushed herself up, looking around at the room bathed in sunlight.

This was the second week she had woken up in this place, and it was still unfamiliar. She hadn't been told why she was here, and whenever she pressed a nurse for information, they just shook their head sympathetically and hurried from the room.

Hermione winced as pain shot through her side. Her hand fluttered down to it, where she felt the bandages that wrapped around her ribs. This was not the only injury she had sustained from whatever she had been through. Her right leg was broken and was incased within a heavy cast, lying useless on the bed. A gash had been stitched up right below the bandages wrapped around her ribs. This was not even adding the multiple bruises, scratches and the odd sense of loss she felt.

Her eyes snapped to the door as it was pushed open and a petite, pretty nurse walked in. She simply nodded at her and began to check Hermione's body. She watched the nurse closely, annoyed how she could be so calm and collected when Hermione was a bundle of screaming confusion.

"Listen, I need to speak to my healer," Hermione said impatiently.

The nurse pulled away and looked at Hermione with slight confusion. "Your what?" she asked politely. Her voice was rich with an English accent, although it was different then what Hermione's was.

"My healer..." Hermione trailed off, frowning. It wouldn't make sense for a nurse not to know what a healer was. Unless I'm not in a wizarding hospital. "Um...a doctor."

"Oh!" The nurse said brightly, a smile appearing on her lips. "He's a very busy man Miss. Granger. Unless your health is in danger, he won't be available until later tonight," she said apologetically.

"I don't really give a hoot about my health, thanks," Hermione said angrily, her eyes flashing. "I need to see my doctor immediately."

The nurse bit her lip, obviously weighing her choices. "I'll go see if he has a few minutes. Don't get your hopes up though," the nurse replied before walking off.

Hermione sighed and rested against the bed more comfortably. She brought her hand up to rub her temple, where a headache had begun to form. If only I can see my doctor, then everything will be okay.

One month, one week, two days, four hours, fifty-five minutes and counting.

Ronald Weasley sighed and dropped his head in his hands. He had been like this ever since it had happened. He went through his days dejectedly, in a daze. After about two weeks, his boss had finally decided that Ron needed time off and ordered him home.

"It'll be okay mate," his best friend, Harry Potter said comfortingly, clapping his hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron raised his head and looked up. Harry stood next to him, a mixture of emotions on his face. Curled into a corner of the couch was Ginny Weasley, soon to be Ginny Potter. She looked worried and kept glancing at the clock as well. Harry and Ginny had continued working, but once they were off for the day, Ginny came to Harry and Ron's flat and stayed with them.

It seemed like eternity since the news of Hermione's disappearance had reached Ron. She had been heading back home from a mission, when the train she was on had derailed. The ministry of magic had looked into it and had come up with the conclusion that someone outside had wanted Hermione and had gone to great lengths for it. They had blown a large hole in the main carriage of the train, and another in the engine. It had been derailed, and exploded into a blaze, burning until the ministry could get there and extinguish it. There had been many casualties, and loads of injuries but not one of them had been Hermione. It remained unknown as to where she had gone, and whether she was hurt.

A high-pitched ring broke into Ron's thoughts. He looked, with faint surprise, at the muggle contraption, known as a telephone that sat on the end table. He had bought one incase any muggles had spotted Hermione and had information. Harry crossed the room in two long strides and picked up the phone, acknowledging the presence of the person on the other line with a curt, "hello".

"No, this is Harry Potter," Harry explained. "Yes, he's right here. Just a moment." Harry picked up the phone and brought it over to Ron. "It's for you."

Ron glanced at the clock again, only to notice that another five minutes had passed. He put a hand through his hair before grabbing the phone and holding it to his ear. "Hello?"

There was a pause and a shot of static before a voice came through. "Hello. This is Dr. Whitaker," a female voice said. "I'm from Central England Medical Center," she explained. Ron waited patiently for her to continue. "About a month ago, there was an terrible train derailment here. Many patients were brought to me, but one stood out from the others. I have seen the posters for a missing woman many times in the village, and only recently came to the conclusion that the woman you're seeking may be the patient that stood out the most to me," she said calmly.

Ron tried to calm himself, knowing very well that this could be another false alarm. "Can you tell me what her name is?" he asked.

"Well, she calls herself Hermione Granger, which is another reason that I think she may be the same woman. However..."

"I'll be there as soon as I can," he said quickly.

"Sir...!" but Ron had already hung up the phone and turned to his friend and sister, and ecstatic look on his face.

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Alright, so I'm not sure what you guys are going to think of this one. This is the first chapter, and I'm not going to post anymore until I get reviews. Why, you may ask? Well...what's the point of posting a story that no one likes? lol. Anyways, this story is quite a bit different then my other R/H one. I'm hoping you like this one just as much or even more.

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