Hello peeps, I will first of all apologise for the amount of dialogue in the last chapter – there needed to be a lot and it just sorta ended up lumped together – sorry if it was a little confusing to read.

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Chapter 7

In my Minds eye

The next morning, Hermione awoke to the glorious sunshine pouring through her bedroom window, looking out she could see the sea in the far distance, shimmering in the early morning light. It was going to be a wonderful day, she could just tell. Jumping into the bath, she soaked for 45minutes, taking in the rich aroma of the dewberry bubble bath until her fingers started to wrinkle up. Stepping out of the bath and toweling herself dry, she made her way to the kitchen where she put the muggle kettle on before going to get dressed and ready for another day at the hospital – the moment of truth for Ron / Peter.

An hour later, she found herself walking down the hospital corridor to Ron / Peter's room, to check the spell had come off all right and to check the pensive for memories.

The big ceramic bowl stood on the bedside locker, peering inside; Hermione could see small faces peering up at her through the mist and swirls of the memories. Casting a quick "Viewing" spell Hermione was able to look at the memories, just to make sure that they eased Ron / Peter into it gently without taking him straight to the last battle with Voldemort, and his love confessions to herself. He couldn't know about her yet, she knew he wouldn't truly trust her if he found out so soon, and in these circumstances.

Luckily the memories were all situated around his early childhood at the Burrow, surrounded by his family, tasting Ton Tongue toffee from Fred and George, Opening Christmas presents around the tree at 3am one Christmas morning, and one particularly funny one where he and Ginny were tied to a tree by Bill and Charlie and made to sing 5 nursery rhymes if they wanted to be released.

While all this was going on, Ron / Peter had come back from the canteen where he had been eating son "real" food for breakfast.

"Good Morning, Hermione, err… can I call you Hermione or would you prefer I called you Healer Granger?" Peter / Ron enquired, feeling the tips of his ears turn red with embarrassment.

"Hello, no Hermione will be fine, how are you feeling this morning, any side effects from the spell?"

"No, it went fine, I was out like a light! Did it work? Did I have any dreams?" Ron / Peter asked eagerly peering into the pensive.

"Yes you did, hold on and I'll put a spell on the memories, so you can see them in chronological order to make them easier to read." Hermione explained as she gave her wand a swish and muttered

"date us sortus"

Bright pink sparks flew from the tip of her wand into the pensive, lighting up the swirling mass, once the light went out, Hermione motioned for Ron / Peter to take a seat and get comfortable.

"Now there are a few things I have to tell you and remind you before you begin. First of all, don't expect a lightning cure, just because you can see some of your memories doesn't mean to say that your whole memory bank will automatically come back to you in an instant. Second of all I shall fill you in on your back ground history, so you are not confused when looking at the memories." After watching Ron / Peter nod his head and return to his "I'm all ears" pose, Hermione continued.

"Your name is Ronald Arthur Weasley, you were born on the 1st March (not sure what year – take a wild guess!) And you were born into a family of 5 brothers and one sister. Your parents are called Molly and Arthur." Hermione smiled as she saw the look of confusion and worry on Ron's face-lift into one of shock and joy.

"Well I think you should look at the memories now and see what you think, I'll leave you to it, just point your wand and pull out a memory, the pensive will do the rest for you. I'll pop back around lunch time to check how you are doing and answer any questions you may have." With that she exited the room, leaving Ron with his thoughts.

She decided to explore the hospital further, so far she had only been to the canteen and her own department, she was sure there must be some sort of reference centre or library which would hold more information of the subject of memory loss. After asking the lady at the front desk, Hermione followed the instructions to the basement where the library was situated. It was a cold, dark circular room with bookshelves covering the walls and reaching out into the centre of the room, nearly meeting in the middle to form smaller "rooms". Upon closer inspection of the shelves, Hermione found them to be categorised into subject matter and an older, restricted section like the one at Hogwarts.

Scanning the rows of books in the Memory, Jinxes and hexes sections she pulled out books which looked to hold a wealth of information on the subject and possible means to over come the loss and remember. The restricted section door lock held no problems for Hermione, after trying many charms and spells such as "Alohamora" and "Openseseame" she finally succeeded with an ancient spell she had once read about in a book at Hogwarts. The door creaked open with age and the candles around the room lit up to allow the reader to see more clearly. Looking along, she wasn't quite sure what she was looking for, but all of a sudden her eyes were attracted to a particular book entitled "Transportation around the world" eagerly grabbing the book she returned to a small wooden desk in the centre of the room.

The book itself was very old, written in 57AD according to the preface, it was extremely tatty and worn, but the writing itself was still clear and understandable. Flicking through it, Hermione looked for any spells that could send a Wizard to another country, there were however approximately 60 of them in total. She managed to weasel the final total of possible spells down to 8 after reading each one in turn and ruling out those, which did not have Memory loss as a side effect. So she was down to 8, if only she could remember that day more clearly, she had racked her brain over and over again but she couldn't recall anything after Ron had grabbed her hand, it had all been a blur. She made note of the spells, and copied down the details of each, placing the book back on the restricted shelf, she booked out the others she had taken and left the library.

Upon reaching the main part of the bustling hospital again she couldn't believe her eyes, the clock on the wall read 9pm. had she really spent the whole afternoon in the basement researching the spells?

Making her way to Ron's room again, she entered to find him peering over the pensive bowl.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt you, have you been looking at that all day?" Hermione greeted him

"Hi, no I just had a thought and I wanted to check it out, I had a sudden flash back I suppose you could call it about a clock with faces as hands, It was on the wall of the Kitchen I saw in my memories. I was just looking at the memories again to make sure I was right, and I was it's right there! Hermione I think your idea may actually be working! I'm remembering small things like Christmas presents, and my loathing for corned beef and the colour maroon." Ron smiled with a look of joy on his face.

"I can explain the clock for you if you like, you see every hand on the clock represents a member of the Weasley family, your family. On the clock face there are different sections for school, work, travelling, danger, lost, eating, etc. The hands point to whatever activity that member of the family is doing at that moment in time." Hermione explained, as the look of joy turned to a look of confusion on Ron's face.

"Hermione, I don't wish to rude, but exactly how do you know all these things about me, when we haven't met before?"

Oohh what's gonna happen? Is she gonna tell him, is she not? REVIEW and I'll post another chapter!!!!!