Chapter 12: Visiting St. Mungo's
Hey everyone. Just gotten back from the doctors. . . and I was finally allowed to post chapter 11 today.
Anyhow, Reviews . . .
*~*electra: Christmas pudding! Vile stuff! Yuck! Yuck! I have a friend who's family make mountains of it for Christmas. *shiver*. I hate anything with sultanas in it.
*~*Bombshell: yes indeed you are loved. Riding the short bus, ay?
*~*Amy: hmm. . . read the rest of my prologue for this chapter. I was trying to make Malfoy look as though he was becoming great friends with Hermione, and Hermione a little confused about what was happening between her and Malfoy.
*~*paprika90: I think Canadians rock, despite what Americans I hear say. And your friend's a Beatles fan? We oughta meet.
*~*sarah: American ay? Righto.
*~*ILUVRONWEASLEY: the power of love is a beautiful thing.
Disclaimer: I own my video camera now! Muahahahahaha. I also own a huge debt to my father. Fun Fun Fun.
OK, is Malfoy getting nice too quickly? Because electra was telling me that it seemed like he was, and I wish to check. Be honest. Because there will, very soon, be a part in the story where they will become a lot closer. You will inevitably find out.
Right then. Let's begin
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The next morning was a bit of a blur for Hermione. She woke up at around 7, dressed hurriedly, and ran down to the Great Hall for a quick breakfast. The Prefects that also were going home came and joined her. Susie and Edward, both looking very tired, kept bumping into each other, waking each other up for another few seconds. Hermione rolled her eyes at them both, who grinned sheepishly in reply.
After breakfast they all caught Thestral-driven carriages towards Hogsmeade station, hopped onto the Hogswarts expressed (specially booked for said Prefects and Head), on their way to Kings Cross Station, where Hermione knew Harry, Ron and Ron's family would be there, ready to take her to the Burrow.
Hermione stayed with Susie and Edward for the long journey, and the three of them practised Jinxing each other.
'I don't care what you say Hermione,' said Edward, staggering back on his feet after Hermione had thrown a very basic, Hermione thought, curse at him. 'That wasn't a basic curse. Never aim your wand at someone who's ill. You'll give them a heart attack with your mere wand-pointing tactics.'
'But it is easy,' said Hermione. 'You only have to announciate the word right-'
'Oh admit it Granger. You're too smart for the rest of us,' said Susie, uncharacteristically referring to Hermione via. Her last name.
'No I'm not. I just study my theory and -'
'Do you think we're getting through to her Edward?'
'Not really Susie.'
The train began pulling up. Hermione just shook her head at them both, and began gathering her things.
Heaving her trunk out of the train, she turned to her right and noticed all 9 Weasley, plus Harry, waiting there. She smiled at them all, and Harry and Ron ran towards her and captured her in an enormous embrace.
'Ow . . . ow. . . please release me . . .' said Hermione.
'Oh but we're so glad to SEE you,' replied Harry, letting Hermione go. Both he and Ron grabbed one side each of Hermiones trunk, and all three of them walked back over to the rest of the Weasleys.
'So how was it Hermione? What did the nurse say? How was Christmas? Tell us everything.'
'Umm.I'll tell you about the nurse later,' said Hermione, pointing towards Rons family. They both nodded.
'Christmas was a ball though. Susie and Edward were being like Men In Black.
'Did you dance?' asked Harry.
'Yeah. With Malfoy.' Replied Hermione.
Ron tripped over on Hermiones trunk. Harry and Hermione both pulled him back up.
'You're mad, Hermione. He's evil!'
'Yes Ron, but he's also my partner-in-Head. You think I WANTED to dance with him all evening?' Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron. She didn't feel very comfortable about lying to him though.
'Phew,' replied Ron. 'You're not mad then. Thank Merlin. I thought you were having a Kedua-related breakdown there.'
'Oh honestly.'
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When they got back to the Burrow the trio rushed into Rons room and bolted the door.
'So what say the nurse, Hermione?' asked Harry.
'All right,' said Hermione seriously. She sat down on Rons bed and made the other two sit down as well.
She told them about everything that happened at Dumbledores office. When she was done, the two of them looked at each other.
'Wow, that's interesting,' said Ron. 'And my mother doesn't love you enough?'
'No,' replied Hermione. 'She possibly loves Harry enough, but not me.'
Harry blushed at that, but Hermione didn't mean it as anything flattering. Hermione didn't flatter. She only stated what was commonly believed to be true. What was commonly believed to be true, however, was often very flattering.
'Hmm,' continued Ron. 'Well maybe when we go to see your family next Wednesday, they will have improved, and they'll recognise you. Maybe that will help cure you.'
'Yeah,' agreed Harry. 'Maybe that will work.'
'Let's hope so,' said Hermione, running her finger along her original scar, the one on her cheek, and looking out the window. Crookshanks was already becoming acquainted with the gnomes.
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(A/N: I'm trying to figure out what day that day would be. If it was Christmas Eve On Thursday. . . OK, we're up to Saturday)
The next three days were somewhat uneventful. Or as uneventful as they could be with Fred and George staying there throughout the Christmas break. On Monday they spent the day at their shop, and every evening during dinner time you'd be a tester for the newest mixture they had created. At one point Mrs Weasley whalloped each of them because they'd slipped something in Ginny's soup to make her ears droop to enormous lengths and begin singing 'do your ears hang low, do they wobble too and fro, can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow . . .' while doing said actions.
'I think,' Fred had said, rubbing the point where Mrs Weasley had hit him 'We need a touch more eye of salamander. The ears are getting tired easily.'
Hermione had a ball, however. She was very sad that she'd only be here a grand total of a week before she had to go back to school. She was having so much fun in the different atmosphere the Weasley house presented. It made her forget her worries, blissfully, for a while.
By the time Wednesday rolled around Hermione was feeling hyped up. She was going to be seeing her parents. For the first time in months. She could tell that everyone else in the house was feeling very excited for her too. Even Fred and George, who weren't going to be there, tried to release their excitement by slipping something in Charlies glass of orange juice that caused him to begin barking.
Hermione had asked beforehand if Harry, Ron, Ginny and both the Weasley parents could join them. She'd wanted Ginny there because Ginny had helped with that attack last year, not to mention how much help she was in 5th year. She'd thought Ginny deserved to be there. Ginny herself seemed quite honoured Hermione thought her worthy to come. Harry and Ron of course had to be there. And Mr and Mrs Weasley were there for parental support. They had, as members of the Order, seen such dreadful things before. It was never a nice thing for someone to look at, and they didn't want the 4 children to experience it alone. Also, Mr Weasley had some business to attend to with the doctor who had brought in a muggle who had been severely injured with a charmed water glass.
One by one, the leaving party chucked a handful of floo powder into the fireplace, and asked to be taken to St. Mungos. The fireplace, only too happy to oblige, took them there with not-so-great ease. When they'd all landed on the hospital floor Harry had to stop and breathe for a minute, and Ginny wasn't looking terribly peachy either. When both of them recovered, they consulted the information board, which told them Hermiones parents would be found on the 5th floor.
They took an elevator up to the 5th floor, got out, and who did they see but Neville and his grandmother, walking towards the ward where they were going.
'Hello Neville,' said Hermione quietly. She knew that yelling out 'Oi! Neville!' was perhaps not the best choice of action.
Neville turned, and smiled at all of them. They ran to catch up with him.
'Hi,' said Neville, looking relatively calm. 'Just get here?'
'Yeah,' replied Hermione. She and Neville had never really talked about it, but they both knew it. They were on similar grounds now, with their parents. She wondered how poor Neville had coped all those years, with only his grandmother. It was sad to think that Neville had suffered through this with no-one. Hermione thought he was very brave to have been able to do that, and she knew that she wouldn't have been able to.
'Me too,' Neville was saying. 'We were here on Monday as well. And last Friday. In October the staff found out that reading to my parents at night often helps them to be calm. I don't know if they found out anything about yours though. I have seen them. They look fairly happy.'
'Thanks,' replied Hermione, opening the door into the ward.
There were several strange people wandering around the place. They noticed half-heartedly that Professor Lockhart wasn't there, but his bed was. A nurse rushed up to them.
'Hello. They didn't tell me anyone was coming.' A nurse who was tending to someone in a bed noticed them and walked over to them.
'Yes, I think we forgot to inquire at reception,' said Mr Weasley somewhat sheepishly. 'We're here to see Mr and Mrs Granger.'
'Oh yes. Come over here. I think they realise someone's coming,' said the nurse. She led them all to a far end of the room, where several private sections were. The nurse ducked into one, and Hermione heard some faint muttering. The thought she might have heard her mothers voice. The nurse re- appeared.
'You can go in now, but no-one else may. It's a policy we have. No more then 1 person in the sealed section at a time,' they said.
'OK,' replied Hermione, who hadn't realised that before. 'Do you guys want to get yourself a cup of tea from the canteen, or something?'
'OK,' replied Harry. He went over to Hermione and gave her a hug. 'You'll be fine,' he whispered to her.
'I hope so,' she whispered back. She was beginning to feel somewhat terrified.
The other five people exited, and the nurse opened up the curtain. Hermione stepped inside.
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The sealed section looked like a regular hospital room. There was plenty of light, from a window on the side, a couple of chairs, and two beds.
And lying on those beds were Hermiones parents. They each looked over at her, looking a little confused.
'Hi mum,' said Hermione nervously. 'Hi dad.'
Hermiones mother stepped out of the bed, walked over to Hermione slowly, and looked at her. 'I know you,' she said.
'Yes,' replied Hermione. 'Yes, you do. I'm your daughter.'
'Daughter?' said her mother. 'I don't know this word. Come though, sit with us. We'll tell you things. We haven't had anyone see us at all, except the horrible ladies in white.'
'The nurses? But they look after you.'
'They talk to us like we're babies,' replied her mother huffily. Hermione suddenly smiled at this. That was her mother! Her mother was always impatient to people who were looking after her. Hermione remembered one time where her mother had the flu, and Hermione had brought her a bowl of coup, and her mother had said 'Hermione, sweetie, don't fuss over me. Hermiones mother hated a fuss. And she seemed to even now. That was progress, right?
'This is . . . um . . . what's your name?' Hermiones mother asked her. She was about to introduce Hermione to her father.
'Er, it's Hermione.' She replied.
'Hermione?' replied her father. 'I've heard that name before . . .'
For the next hour and a half Hermiones parents talked to Hermione about things they'd done in the past, and wonderful adventures they'd led. Most of them weren't true, as far as Hermione could tell, but every now and then they'd talk about things she remembered.
'I remember one time,' said her mother at one point. 'Where I went to a store with this little girl with bushy hair. She wanted a lolly pop but I wouldn't let her have one. The store person, I think, snuck the girl one for free. The girl thought I wouldn't notice.'
So she did know about that, thought Hermione.
When their hour and a half was up, all too soon, in Hermiones opinion, because she was having so much fun, the nurse came in.
'You're going to have to leave now Hermione,' said the nurse. 'Visiting hours are over.'
'All right,' replied Hermione sadly, hopping off the bed where she was sitting. She was about to leave the curtain when her mother said 'I remember you!'
Hermione whipped around, as did the nurse. That was an unexpected thing for her to say. 'You . . . you do?'
'Yes,' replied her mother. 'You were that girl that wanted the lollypop.'
Hermione couldn't believe it. Her mother remembered that. She remembered it. She turned around and looked at Harry and Ron, who had heard it too, and were both looking at her, confused. Hermione turned around to face her mother again, and nodded, a tear leaking from her eye.
'Come and visit me again,' said Hermiones mother. She came up to Hermiones ear and whispered 'I need to talk to someone other then these white ladies.'
'OK,' said Hermione. 'I'll do my best.'
Hermiones mother grinned, then walked back to her bed, beginning to sing a song. Hermione recognised the song she was singing. It was the one she use to sing to Hermione when she was a little girl. 'There are places I remember, all my life though some have changed . . .'
Her mother remembered that song too!? Hermione was dazed. She walked towards Harry and Ron, who were both looking at her expectantly.
'What was it like?' and Ron.
'It was-'
She was interrupted by the nurse, who walked out of the sealed section.
'Hermione, you are destined for a career as a miracle worker. They're remembering all sorts of things now. You'll need to visit them again in a months time. This is remarkable. They evidently must have been very fond of you.' With that the nurse walked off again.
'Yes,' replied Hermione silently, as she was led off by Harry and Ron. 'More then you know.'
Hermione was on some kind of magical high for the rest of the day. She'd spoken to her parents. And her mum recognised her from a memory before! And she was singing! She could feel it in her heart: Her parents were going to get better.
That night Hermione slept like a log, for the first real time since she'd gotten Kedua's syndrome.
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The rest of the week passed by in a very happy blur to Hermione, except for one time on Friday when Fred and George sheared off half her hair in her sleep. She woke up that morning to find Ginny staring at her.
'What?' she asked.
'Look in the mirror Hermione,' said Ginny.
Hermione look, and nearly fainted. She steadied herself and peered at this stranger that was looking back at her.
'Who did this to me Ginny?' she asked. She couldn't believe it. Her hair now sat on her shoulder, and Fred and George had dome something to make it sort of straighter, without so much volume. Of course, she didn't know it was Fred and George though, until Ginny told her she had her suspicions.
'They, err, did an all right job,' said Harry, who had just entered the room, Ron following close behind.
Hermione poked at it. Funnily enough, it didn't really do anything. 'Maybe I'll get use to it,' she said.
Before Hermione would possibly really have liked, she was back on the Hogwarts Express, waving goodbye to Mr and Mrs Weasley, who had come to see her off. The both of them waved back, and Disapparated once the train was out of sight.
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What say you all? Sorry this took me so long and the ending is a bit shonky. I dunno why I put the hair thing there. I just felt like it. Please review, and thanks!
Hey everyone. Just gotten back from the doctors. . . and I was finally allowed to post chapter 11 today.
Anyhow, Reviews . . .
*~*electra: Christmas pudding! Vile stuff! Yuck! Yuck! I have a friend who's family make mountains of it for Christmas. *shiver*. I hate anything with sultanas in it.
*~*Bombshell: yes indeed you are loved. Riding the short bus, ay?
*~*Amy: hmm. . . read the rest of my prologue for this chapter. I was trying to make Malfoy look as though he was becoming great friends with Hermione, and Hermione a little confused about what was happening between her and Malfoy.
*~*paprika90: I think Canadians rock, despite what Americans I hear say. And your friend's a Beatles fan? We oughta meet.
*~*sarah: American ay? Righto.
*~*ILUVRONWEASLEY: the power of love is a beautiful thing.
Disclaimer: I own my video camera now! Muahahahahaha. I also own a huge debt to my father. Fun Fun Fun.
OK, is Malfoy getting nice too quickly? Because electra was telling me that it seemed like he was, and I wish to check. Be honest. Because there will, very soon, be a part in the story where they will become a lot closer. You will inevitably find out.
Right then. Let's begin
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning was a bit of a blur for Hermione. She woke up at around 7, dressed hurriedly, and ran down to the Great Hall for a quick breakfast. The Prefects that also were going home came and joined her. Susie and Edward, both looking very tired, kept bumping into each other, waking each other up for another few seconds. Hermione rolled her eyes at them both, who grinned sheepishly in reply.
After breakfast they all caught Thestral-driven carriages towards Hogsmeade station, hopped onto the Hogswarts expressed (specially booked for said Prefects and Head), on their way to Kings Cross Station, where Hermione knew Harry, Ron and Ron's family would be there, ready to take her to the Burrow.
Hermione stayed with Susie and Edward for the long journey, and the three of them practised Jinxing each other.
'I don't care what you say Hermione,' said Edward, staggering back on his feet after Hermione had thrown a very basic, Hermione thought, curse at him. 'That wasn't a basic curse. Never aim your wand at someone who's ill. You'll give them a heart attack with your mere wand-pointing tactics.'
'But it is easy,' said Hermione. 'You only have to announciate the word right-'
'Oh admit it Granger. You're too smart for the rest of us,' said Susie, uncharacteristically referring to Hermione via. Her last name.
'No I'm not. I just study my theory and -'
'Do you think we're getting through to her Edward?'
'Not really Susie.'
The train began pulling up. Hermione just shook her head at them both, and began gathering her things.
Heaving her trunk out of the train, she turned to her right and noticed all 9 Weasley, plus Harry, waiting there. She smiled at them all, and Harry and Ron ran towards her and captured her in an enormous embrace.
'Ow . . . ow. . . please release me . . .' said Hermione.
'Oh but we're so glad to SEE you,' replied Harry, letting Hermione go. Both he and Ron grabbed one side each of Hermiones trunk, and all three of them walked back over to the rest of the Weasleys.
'So how was it Hermione? What did the nurse say? How was Christmas? Tell us everything.'
'Umm.I'll tell you about the nurse later,' said Hermione, pointing towards Rons family. They both nodded.
'Christmas was a ball though. Susie and Edward were being like Men In Black.
'Did you dance?' asked Harry.
'Yeah. With Malfoy.' Replied Hermione.
Ron tripped over on Hermiones trunk. Harry and Hermione both pulled him back up.
'You're mad, Hermione. He's evil!'
'Yes Ron, but he's also my partner-in-Head. You think I WANTED to dance with him all evening?' Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron. She didn't feel very comfortable about lying to him though.
'Phew,' replied Ron. 'You're not mad then. Thank Merlin. I thought you were having a Kedua-related breakdown there.'
'Oh honestly.'
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When they got back to the Burrow the trio rushed into Rons room and bolted the door.
'So what say the nurse, Hermione?' asked Harry.
'All right,' said Hermione seriously. She sat down on Rons bed and made the other two sit down as well.
She told them about everything that happened at Dumbledores office. When she was done, the two of them looked at each other.
'Wow, that's interesting,' said Ron. 'And my mother doesn't love you enough?'
'No,' replied Hermione. 'She possibly loves Harry enough, but not me.'
Harry blushed at that, but Hermione didn't mean it as anything flattering. Hermione didn't flatter. She only stated what was commonly believed to be true. What was commonly believed to be true, however, was often very flattering.
'Hmm,' continued Ron. 'Well maybe when we go to see your family next Wednesday, they will have improved, and they'll recognise you. Maybe that will help cure you.'
'Yeah,' agreed Harry. 'Maybe that will work.'
'Let's hope so,' said Hermione, running her finger along her original scar, the one on her cheek, and looking out the window. Crookshanks was already becoming acquainted with the gnomes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(A/N: I'm trying to figure out what day that day would be. If it was Christmas Eve On Thursday. . . OK, we're up to Saturday)
The next three days were somewhat uneventful. Or as uneventful as they could be with Fred and George staying there throughout the Christmas break. On Monday they spent the day at their shop, and every evening during dinner time you'd be a tester for the newest mixture they had created. At one point Mrs Weasley whalloped each of them because they'd slipped something in Ginny's soup to make her ears droop to enormous lengths and begin singing 'do your ears hang low, do they wobble too and fro, can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow . . .' while doing said actions.
'I think,' Fred had said, rubbing the point where Mrs Weasley had hit him 'We need a touch more eye of salamander. The ears are getting tired easily.'
Hermione had a ball, however. She was very sad that she'd only be here a grand total of a week before she had to go back to school. She was having so much fun in the different atmosphere the Weasley house presented. It made her forget her worries, blissfully, for a while.
By the time Wednesday rolled around Hermione was feeling hyped up. She was going to be seeing her parents. For the first time in months. She could tell that everyone else in the house was feeling very excited for her too. Even Fred and George, who weren't going to be there, tried to release their excitement by slipping something in Charlies glass of orange juice that caused him to begin barking.
Hermione had asked beforehand if Harry, Ron, Ginny and both the Weasley parents could join them. She'd wanted Ginny there because Ginny had helped with that attack last year, not to mention how much help she was in 5th year. She'd thought Ginny deserved to be there. Ginny herself seemed quite honoured Hermione thought her worthy to come. Harry and Ron of course had to be there. And Mr and Mrs Weasley were there for parental support. They had, as members of the Order, seen such dreadful things before. It was never a nice thing for someone to look at, and they didn't want the 4 children to experience it alone. Also, Mr Weasley had some business to attend to with the doctor who had brought in a muggle who had been severely injured with a charmed water glass.
One by one, the leaving party chucked a handful of floo powder into the fireplace, and asked to be taken to St. Mungos. The fireplace, only too happy to oblige, took them there with not-so-great ease. When they'd all landed on the hospital floor Harry had to stop and breathe for a minute, and Ginny wasn't looking terribly peachy either. When both of them recovered, they consulted the information board, which told them Hermiones parents would be found on the 5th floor.
They took an elevator up to the 5th floor, got out, and who did they see but Neville and his grandmother, walking towards the ward where they were going.
'Hello Neville,' said Hermione quietly. She knew that yelling out 'Oi! Neville!' was perhaps not the best choice of action.
Neville turned, and smiled at all of them. They ran to catch up with him.
'Hi,' said Neville, looking relatively calm. 'Just get here?'
'Yeah,' replied Hermione. She and Neville had never really talked about it, but they both knew it. They were on similar grounds now, with their parents. She wondered how poor Neville had coped all those years, with only his grandmother. It was sad to think that Neville had suffered through this with no-one. Hermione thought he was very brave to have been able to do that, and she knew that she wouldn't have been able to.
'Me too,' Neville was saying. 'We were here on Monday as well. And last Friday. In October the staff found out that reading to my parents at night often helps them to be calm. I don't know if they found out anything about yours though. I have seen them. They look fairly happy.'
'Thanks,' replied Hermione, opening the door into the ward.
There were several strange people wandering around the place. They noticed half-heartedly that Professor Lockhart wasn't there, but his bed was. A nurse rushed up to them.
'Hello. They didn't tell me anyone was coming.' A nurse who was tending to someone in a bed noticed them and walked over to them.
'Yes, I think we forgot to inquire at reception,' said Mr Weasley somewhat sheepishly. 'We're here to see Mr and Mrs Granger.'
'Oh yes. Come over here. I think they realise someone's coming,' said the nurse. She led them all to a far end of the room, where several private sections were. The nurse ducked into one, and Hermione heard some faint muttering. The thought she might have heard her mothers voice. The nurse re- appeared.
'You can go in now, but no-one else may. It's a policy we have. No more then 1 person in the sealed section at a time,' they said.
'OK,' replied Hermione, who hadn't realised that before. 'Do you guys want to get yourself a cup of tea from the canteen, or something?'
'OK,' replied Harry. He went over to Hermione and gave her a hug. 'You'll be fine,' he whispered to her.
'I hope so,' she whispered back. She was beginning to feel somewhat terrified.
The other five people exited, and the nurse opened up the curtain. Hermione stepped inside.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The sealed section looked like a regular hospital room. There was plenty of light, from a window on the side, a couple of chairs, and two beds.
And lying on those beds were Hermiones parents. They each looked over at her, looking a little confused.
'Hi mum,' said Hermione nervously. 'Hi dad.'
Hermiones mother stepped out of the bed, walked over to Hermione slowly, and looked at her. 'I know you,' she said.
'Yes,' replied Hermione. 'Yes, you do. I'm your daughter.'
'Daughter?' said her mother. 'I don't know this word. Come though, sit with us. We'll tell you things. We haven't had anyone see us at all, except the horrible ladies in white.'
'The nurses? But they look after you.'
'They talk to us like we're babies,' replied her mother huffily. Hermione suddenly smiled at this. That was her mother! Her mother was always impatient to people who were looking after her. Hermione remembered one time where her mother had the flu, and Hermione had brought her a bowl of coup, and her mother had said 'Hermione, sweetie, don't fuss over me. Hermiones mother hated a fuss. And she seemed to even now. That was progress, right?
'This is . . . um . . . what's your name?' Hermiones mother asked her. She was about to introduce Hermione to her father.
'Er, it's Hermione.' She replied.
'Hermione?' replied her father. 'I've heard that name before . . .'
For the next hour and a half Hermiones parents talked to Hermione about things they'd done in the past, and wonderful adventures they'd led. Most of them weren't true, as far as Hermione could tell, but every now and then they'd talk about things she remembered.
'I remember one time,' said her mother at one point. 'Where I went to a store with this little girl with bushy hair. She wanted a lolly pop but I wouldn't let her have one. The store person, I think, snuck the girl one for free. The girl thought I wouldn't notice.'
So she did know about that, thought Hermione.
When their hour and a half was up, all too soon, in Hermiones opinion, because she was having so much fun, the nurse came in.
'You're going to have to leave now Hermione,' said the nurse. 'Visiting hours are over.'
'All right,' replied Hermione sadly, hopping off the bed where she was sitting. She was about to leave the curtain when her mother said 'I remember you!'
Hermione whipped around, as did the nurse. That was an unexpected thing for her to say. 'You . . . you do?'
'Yes,' replied her mother. 'You were that girl that wanted the lollypop.'
Hermione couldn't believe it. Her mother remembered that. She remembered it. She turned around and looked at Harry and Ron, who had heard it too, and were both looking at her, confused. Hermione turned around to face her mother again, and nodded, a tear leaking from her eye.
'Come and visit me again,' said Hermiones mother. She came up to Hermiones ear and whispered 'I need to talk to someone other then these white ladies.'
'OK,' said Hermione. 'I'll do my best.'
Hermiones mother grinned, then walked back to her bed, beginning to sing a song. Hermione recognised the song she was singing. It was the one she use to sing to Hermione when she was a little girl. 'There are places I remember, all my life though some have changed . . .'
Her mother remembered that song too!? Hermione was dazed. She walked towards Harry and Ron, who were both looking at her expectantly.
'What was it like?' and Ron.
'It was-'
She was interrupted by the nurse, who walked out of the sealed section.
'Hermione, you are destined for a career as a miracle worker. They're remembering all sorts of things now. You'll need to visit them again in a months time. This is remarkable. They evidently must have been very fond of you.' With that the nurse walked off again.
'Yes,' replied Hermione silently, as she was led off by Harry and Ron. 'More then you know.'
Hermione was on some kind of magical high for the rest of the day. She'd spoken to her parents. And her mum recognised her from a memory before! And she was singing! She could feel it in her heart: Her parents were going to get better.
That night Hermione slept like a log, for the first real time since she'd gotten Kedua's syndrome.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The rest of the week passed by in a very happy blur to Hermione, except for one time on Friday when Fred and George sheared off half her hair in her sleep. She woke up that morning to find Ginny staring at her.
'What?' she asked.
'Look in the mirror Hermione,' said Ginny.
Hermione look, and nearly fainted. She steadied herself and peered at this stranger that was looking back at her.
'Who did this to me Ginny?' she asked. She couldn't believe it. Her hair now sat on her shoulder, and Fred and George had dome something to make it sort of straighter, without so much volume. Of course, she didn't know it was Fred and George though, until Ginny told her she had her suspicions.
'They, err, did an all right job,' said Harry, who had just entered the room, Ron following close behind.
Hermione poked at it. Funnily enough, it didn't really do anything. 'Maybe I'll get use to it,' she said.
Before Hermione would possibly really have liked, she was back on the Hogwarts Express, waving goodbye to Mr and Mrs Weasley, who had come to see her off. The both of them waved back, and Disapparated once the train was out of sight.
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What say you all? Sorry this took me so long and the ending is a bit shonky. I dunno why I put the hair thing there. I just felt like it. Please review, and thanks!