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Chapter 4 – Recollection and confusion

Hermione stood staring into the ocean blue eyes, which she had grown up believing she could drown in them. It was Ron alright and she couldn't believe it, she had found her one true love, he was alive and well…..almost.  It suddenly dawned on Hermione that she wasn't looking at Ron, but at Peter, he didn't have a clue who she was, what they meant to each other, anything.  So many emotions where swirling around her mind at the same time, relief, happiness, confusion, sadness, but most of all dread, dread that Ron will never know who she really was.

Peter was approaching her now, holding out his hand to shake hers, as he grabbed it she could feel the same sparks run through her body and down her spine, she just wondered if Peter could feel them too.

"Hello, yes I'm Peter, well it's the name I've been given, nice to meet you" Peter said with the grin that strangely gave Hermione hope.

He was looking at her now, taking in her face, her features lastly gazing upon her eyes, Hermione could have sworn she saw a hint of recollection in his eyes, but just as soon as it appeared, it had gone.

Flicking through the note charts at the end of the bed, Hermione's eyes were met with the same lines repeated over and over again,

"Still no memory recollection, no cure found, cause of memory loss – unknown"

Looking up at Peter again, she could sense his nervousness around her, grabbing the opportunity; she sat down on the bed and motioned for him to join her.

"Peter, looking at your notes, you've been here a long time, what exactly do you remember?"

"I remember waking up in this room with a splitting headache and chronic stomach ache, but the nurses put that down to lack of food, apparently I hadn't eaten for days. They told me an elderly wizard walking his dog found me in some woodland on the outskirts of Melbourne. Of course I didn't know I was a wizard myself, but the Healers performed a spell that showed up my magic abilities. I've been taking lessons everyday to re-learn the charms, spells, potions etc that I knew before I lost my memory."

Studying him the whole time, Hermione could tell he hadn't really changed, he still had a snarling look upon his face when he mentioned the lessons, but his eyes proved his want of knowledge was still burning underneath.

"I can't promise you anything Peter, but I really want to help you regain your memory, I'm going to take your notes home tonight, read them through and research into your condition as much as I can. I'll come and see you tomorrow, 8.30am ok with you?" Hermione asked wondering on the reaction, just as she remembered, his face turned from a calm, listening look to one of horror.

"8.30am, are you mad, that's still night time! I thought you were trying to help me, not deprive me of sleep!"

"Oh ok then, it'll give me more time to research anyway, is 10am better for you?" She said as she walked out of the door, closing it behind her.

Smiling all the way down the corridor, she walked out of the Hospital, and along the street to her apartment, Unlocking the door, she let herself into her study and in for a long night of research.

The next morning found Hermione lying face down on her desk, quill still in hand and an ink smudge on her left cheek. Waking groggily from her slumber, she searched the room for a clock

"Hell, it's 9.30am already! I'm going to be late, how could I sleep in on my first day!"  In truth she knew exactly why she fell asleep on her work, around 2.15 that morning, she had happened upon some rather exciting literature on a transportation spell. The spell could allow a witch or wizard to transport any person or object anywhere they wanted, obviously the more powerful the wizard, the further it would go. Hermione wracked her brains trying to distinguish what words Voldemort had used, but her brain was too muddled to think straight.

Thankfully, while Hermione was rushing around like a headless chicken she realised she was a witch and casting spells and charms to get herself ready would be much easier and quicker, she remembered how Ron and Harry always used to tease her about her muggleness when she was stressed.

Apparating to the Hospital, she walked into her office, while arranging her things on her desk, Mark walked in.

"Hello Hermione, how are you today, have you recovered from the jet-lag yet? I heard you have made quite an impression on Peter, he was asking the Night nurse all about you last night!"

"Really, well I'm just off to see him actually, but I would like to have a word with you later about the case if that's alright?" Hermione asked,

"Yes of course, is 3pm ok with you? I've got my rounds to do first then a department head meeting."

"That's fine, shall I meet you in your office, as you can see, mines still a bit of a mess" Hermione said as she motioned with her hand the mess all over the desk and floor.

"Fine, I'll see you then, bye for know!" Mark called as he turned to exit the room.

Grabbing her bag, with the notes from her research and Peters drug chart, Hermione made her way to Peter's room. Upon entering, she could see Peter sitting on a small couch reading the latest edition of Quidditch Weekly whilst eating a chocolate frog.

"Good morning Peter, how are you?"

"Morning, I'm fine, I've actually got some questions, if that ok with you?" Peter asked with confusion spread over his face.

"Of course it is, fire away,"

"Well, I've been in here for nearly six years now, and I've been under 3 different Healers, not being rude or anything, but why do you suddenly think that you can cure me?"

Hermione, a bit surprised by his bluntness and confidence, answered as truthfully as she dared

"Well, I hope that I can cure you, nothing is definitely going to happen, but I was up last night researching your case and I have come across some interesting literature on the subject which I will look into further."

"I am grateful, you know, even though they meant well, the other Healers, just seemed to give up after a few months, the new ones that came, read my notes and wrote me up as a hopeless case, I'm sorry if I seem a little off, but I am just surprised to find someone who is actually doing something for me." Peter explained as his gaze drifted over to the window and out over the city of Melbourne.

"Well, could you answer a few questions for me please, just so I can assess your memory and brain activity, I'll put a little spell on you so I can "mind" read the brain patterns and the sub-conscious thoughts." Hermione said, as she pulled her wand out of her bag and aimed it at Peter's head.

"That's fine by me, anything to help me recover my memory." Peter smiled at her.

"mindodetectorae" Hermione muttered as she flicked and swished her wand, it glowed a deep purple colour, before turning back to normal.

"Ok are you ready." Hermione began, with a nod from Peter she continued

"Do you have any flash back, quick de-ja-vu's or memory shots?"

"No, none at all" Peter answered with a glum face, Hermione's brain read nothing, after a few questions like the first, Hermione was beginning to give up any hope of recalling any memory activity from Peter's brain.

"Do you have any dreams about your life before the amnesia?"

"No" Peter answered yet again, getting more and more forlorn as the questions continued.

All of a sudden, Hermione's brain picked up a small current running through Peter's mind. Reading it more clearly, she was able to pick up information about dreams that Peter had dreamt during his sleep, but supposedly forgotten them once he had woken. Seeing, the look on Hermione's face, Peter piped up

"What is it, have you found something?"

"Yes, if what I'm reading is right, you do have dreams about your past, it's just that when you wake up you automatically forget them. I shall have to think of some way to prevent you from forgetting them when you wake up."

Peter looked almost triumphant

"You mean that there is some hope after all?"

"Yes Peter, I do believe we are getting somewhere at last with your case."

Well, that's it for now, but if you want to read more just review!  I'm not sure that muggleness is a real word – but it sounds good to me so there you have it!