Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That is J.K. Rowling. I'm not her.

A/N: This is the third chapter, Maybe I'm getting on a roll here. No writer's block yet.

Hermione looked at him blankly. "Who's that?

The red haired man looked up at the other man with a start and said, "Hermione? Are you joking with me?"

"Hermione, don't fool around with me! I recognize you now! Hey, what's happened to you? said the black haired man.

"Ummm, sorry, I don't know who Hermione is…" mumbled Hermione.

"Ron! Come take a look at her!" said the black haired man. "Now, tell me that's not Hermione."

Ron walked over and peered into Hermione's eyes. "Oh shit…Hermione…" Ron grabbed her by the shoulders asking, "Where have you been? We thought you were dead! I mean, we went to your funeral, for God's sake!"

"I don't know who Hermione is, but I'm not her!" yelled Hermione.

"Yes, you are. You look exactly like her!" said the black haired man.

"Don't you remember us? Or me, Ron?" He stopped and put his face close to hers.

"Don't you remember me? I'm Harry? Please! Tell me you remember me!"

"I-I don't." said Hermione with tears in her eyes.

Ron walked around the cubicle while Harry sat frozen grasping Hermione's hand crying. He kept muttering, "There has to be some reason for this…has to be. No way she could not remember who we are…I mean…Its grace enough that she's not dead…"

Ron suddenly stopped and exclaimed, "Harry! I've got it! Remember? She has had a memory charm put on her! Maybe, just maybe, we can fix it!"

"Lost hope." muttered Harry.

"Lost hope?! If anything, this is hope found! Look, our best friend whom we thought was dead and killed by him turns out to be alive! Aren't we lucky?"

"We don't even know if it's really Hermione. All we've got is the proof that this girl looks like her. He could have put a spell on her to fool with our minds and make an ordinary beggar look like Hermione. This girl's even got his symbols on her! We've already got proof she has come into direct contact with him! What if this is all a trap?" Harry cried in frustration. He took a look at Hermione and started tears started to fall from his eyes again.

"Look, mate. It can't hurt to try and break the memory charm. This is the girl you love. She was our best friend and a fellow Auror. What if it is her? Just think of it as a rescue mission, we are rescuing Hermione from the depths of her own mind. Come on, let's go to St. Mungo's and see if she can be fixed" Ron said as he bent down to Harry's crouch and patted his shoulder, obviously reliving the horrible incident of Hermione's supposed death. Hermione's eyes began to go blank and her eyelids started fluttering rapidly. She thought, what now?

Flashback

"Well, Mudblood. Hard to believe someone such as you could have such great powers, almost enough to avoid capture. Too bad." said an elegant looking man, covered in shadow. He walked over and toyed with the bindings on Hermione's wrists and neck, then dragged his finger down Hermione's gag. "I should have killed you and never given you a chance for mercy. Things like that really are a shame, aren't they?" the man received no response except for Hermione's wildly aimed attempt to spit on him.

"Ah. So you want to play hardball? Another time, perhaps, when you aren't tied to a pole….. So, Mudblood? How is the wretched Harry Potter? Are you still screwing him in the girl's bathroom?" The man dodged a kick from Hermione.

"No, I forgot. You've moved up to The Ministry of Magic's cubicles." Hermione bristled and shook, getting her hands out of the bindings. She immediately threw a wild punch at the man who pulled out his wand, shouting Ropulus! The gags and ties were replaced, this time even tighter. "I've had it with your impudence, Mudblood! Here! Brando! Instantly a red and gold griffin appeared on her hand, while a huge black serpent appeared on her back. Hermione screamed in pain. "And last, but not least, a memory charm and a big "Fuck you" from me….."

End Flashback

Hermione sat up, gasping heavily. She looked around and she was back in the cubicle again with Harry and Ron staring at her strangely. Hermione grinned sheepishly as Harry asked, "Did you just remember something?"

"N-No, I-it was n-nothing." stuttered Hermione.

"Nothing? You were shaking back in forth, whispering Brando…brando… brando. How can that be nothing?"

"Just a daydream. I'm not Hermione, whoever she is. So don't get your hopes up." said Hermione scathingly.

Harry frowned, turned around, and then lunged forward, planting a punch on Hermione's cheek. Tears filled her eyes and she quietly asked, "Harry? Why did you do that?"

Harry's eyes widened and he rushed forward ruefully to stroke her cheek and apologize profusely. "I'm sorry, Hermione….I just got so mad…I've been thinking you were dead for about six months now…Nothing's been the same without you…Especially not me, Hermione."

"I don't know who Hermione is!" she yelled as her eyes reverted back to their blankness.

"Did you see that, Ron? Did you see her come back?"

"Yeah…Maybe there is some hope, after all."

"I don't know what you are talking about!" Hermione repeated.

Harry pursed his lips, turning to Ron. "That's it. We are going to St. Mungo's. We will get her memory regained!"

"That's the spirit, Harry!"

"Harry?" asked Hermione.

"Yes?"

"Where are we?"