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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Hermione looked up as a woman walked in, clad in a white doctor's coat. "Hello Miss Granger, how are you feeling?" she asked, coming over to check on her. Hermione put down the magazine that she had been reading.

"I'm alright. It's still painful," she said truthfully.

The doctor smiled tenderly. "Yes, I would expect it to be," she said kindly as she checked Hermione's IV. After she was satisfied, she sat back in the cushioned leather chair that was placed beside the bed. "I haven't had the chance to correctly introduce myself, Miss Granger," she started out. "I'm Dr. Whitaker, your physician."

Hermione gave a curt nod. "I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but where the hell am I?"

Dr. Whitaker chuckled. "That's a good question. I didn't expect you to really know much. You're at Central England Medical Center."

"How long have I been here?"

"A little bit over one month."

"Why am I here?"

Dr. Whitaker paused. It seemed that this question was a bit more difficult for her to answer. Hermione had no recollection except for the frightening dreams about the reason why she was here. Finally, the doctor spoke, "There was a train derailment close to here a little over a month ago. As it seems, you were one of the victims. You were brought here where you were in a coma for about a month. It may seem unusual that you would in a coma due to the injuries you have right now. But at the time you had suffered a concussion the head."

Hermione nodded slowly, digesting this information. Come to think of it, she remembered being on the train, but she didn't remember why or even where she had been going. "Can you tell me where the train was headed?"

"I wouldn't know."

Hermione paused again, biting her lip. "Do you know who I am?" she whispered.

A sympathetic smile pulled at the corners of Dr. Whitaker's mouth. "I'm sorry, but I really don't. All I know is you're from around the London area, and that's only from the missing person posters I've seen."

"Someone's looking for me?" Hermione asked in an awed voice. Honestly, she had no idea who would be. She didn't remember anybody from her life. All she remembered was Hogwarts, and the fact that she was a witch. But obviously, this doctor or this center didn't know about the wizarding world and therefore didn't know about Hermione's abilities.

"Yes. In fact, I think he'll be here later tonight," she said. "Now, I really must get back to work. I'm going to have to fill in your visitor when he gets here, so I need to go do my work before then. The nurse will be in periodically." The doctor stood, patted Hermione's bed and then left the room.

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Ron stalked through the waiting area, ignoring the wide array of glances sent his way. He wasn't used to people just coming to a hospital due to a small virus. It made him frown as one little girl clutched her stomach and cried about the pain. Shaking his head, he walked up to the reception desk. The secretary sat there, filing her nails bordely, completely oblivious to the fact that she was in a hospital. Ron felt a great distaste from the woman as she blew out a pink bubble and snapped it back into her mouth.

"Excuse me?" he said with a touch of irritation.

She looked at him, her wild curly hair giving her the impression of a poodle. "What?" She continued to blow out bubbles.

"I need to see Dr. Whitaker."

"Yeah...well so does everyone else. Take a seat."

"It's important," he said angrily.

She glared at him. "Unless I see you bleeding to death, broken to bits or..."

"You must be Ronald Weasley!"

Ron's head snapped to the direction of the female voice that had sounded over the phone just hours before. It belonged to a middle-aged woman in green scrubs, topped off by a white lab coat. Her graying hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, showing off her naturally beautiful face. "Yes...that's me," Ron said, walking towards her.

"Follow me then," Dr. Whitaker said, turning on her heel and disappearing into the corridor where she had just come. It didn't take very long to get to her office, which surprised Ron. She walked around her desk and sat down, motioning for Ron to close the door and sit down opposite her. Ron obeyed and sat down, watching as she pulled a file towards her and opened it.

"I didn't expect you to get here do fast. According to the number, you live in the London are," she said.

"Well...uh, the train was fast," he lied. The truth was he had apparated there, although with her being a muggle and all, he couldn't very well say that.

Dr. Whitaker smiled and put her hands together, forming a bridge. "There was something that I didn't get the chance to tell you on the phone," she started out.

"What is it? Is she in critical condition?" Ron asked worriedly.

She laughed and shook her head. "No, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger is perfectly fine. I'm actually surprised at how well she is considering she just came out of a coma a week ago." Ron chose to ignore the referral to "a coma". He had no idea what that was and he wasn't about to try to figure it out.

"Miss Granger has no memory."

"What do you mean, no memory?" Ron said, slightly panicked.

"I mean the only things she remembers are very basic. Such as her name, her age, that sort of thing. She doesn't remember the accident, the people in her life or even where she grew up at." Ron slumped back in his chair, feeling defeated. "I know this may be hard for you, but I need you to be patient with her. How are you related to her anyways? Husband? Friend?"

"Her fiancé," Ron replied, his mouth dry.

"Yes, then this may very well be difficult. Do you think it will be possible to get other people from her life to come visit her?"

"Yes, they'll probably want to visit her," he said slowly. "But, tell me, when will she remember? Or will she even gain her memory back?"

"I can't tell you the exact time of when she'll remember. It'll be gradual. You'll have to be patient, giving her small pieces of information without pressing her," she informed him.

He nodded, thinking all of this over in his head. It was a lot to understand. "Is she hurt physically?" he asked. He needed to know if when he went into her room she would be a mutilated heap.

"Well, yes. It would be a miracle if she weren't. She's quite well actually. A few ribs are broken, so you'll notice bandaging as well as a stitched up gash below the bandaging on her left side. She also has a broken right leg, set in a cast, and multiple bruises and scratches." She paused, watching his face. "Is there any other questions are would you like to see her now?"

"I...I think I'd like to see her now," Ron replied, pushing away from his chair. Dr. Whitaker smiled and stood up as well, leading him out of the door and back into the corridor.

"Her room's in the west wing, so if you'll just follow me," the doctor said before setting off at a brisk pace.

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