Disclaimer: Harry Potter in all its glory and wonder is not mine. The series is the product of J.K. Rowling's amazing mind, and I am just taking it for a quick joy ride.

Yay, it's the second installment of The Memory Box! I think this chapter is probably a lot shorter, it's really just some stuffing to develop mood. I'm extremely stressed out right now from school, so if this chapter is not up to par (but how would you know what 'up to par' really is? I've only written one chapter) I apologize. Geez, too much apologizing. Okay, I don't apologize, I'm extremely stressed! Grades come out soon and I think I'm failing human biology, so this isn't exactly my best work ever.

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Chapter Two: What happened to Hermione?

After going down to Snape's rooms for the millionth time in hope of seeing Hermione and being rejected yet again, Harry was in the mood for some calming tea. Ron was starving as usual, so they headed for the kitchen.

"I'm worried." The sounds of house elves working away around them made Harry's words inaudible.

"Huh?" Ron asked around a mouth full of food

"I said I'm worried."

"Whuy, shees sufh un sohund."

"How do we know she's safe? We haven't even seen her, Snape won't let us in."

"Bhut I trhougght," Ron paused to swallow, "I thought Pomfrey moved her back into her own rooms."

"She said that Hermione could move back if she wanted to after a week, but she stayed with Snape!"

"Pass the dish." Harry nearly shoved the plate of apple crumble down Ron's lap.

"Pay attention Ron! It's been two weeks for god's sake! We'll just have to find some way to force her out."

"If we're going to be plotting Snape's demise, I'm going to need more food." Ron called over the house elves and once a good supply of food was piled up in front of him, they began to plot.

3 weeks earlier...

I woke to the sound of Professor Snape singing. Hmm, he has a nice baritone. For a while I just enjoyed the miracle.

"There's a hole in the world tonight,

There's a cloud of fear and sorrow,

There's a hole in the world tonight,

Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow."

This song is so beautiful. So sad though. I just laid there while he continued.

"Some people say that love is just a state of mind..."

"You have a nice voice Professor." He was grading papers, but he abruptly snapped his head up.

He looked surprised. Well duh, Snape was just singing and someone heard him. When he realized I was awake, he stopped the soft melody and went back to grading papers, silent as a stone. With out his glossy baritone filling the room, it felt kinda empty.

"Why'd you stop?"

He just kind of glared at me, as if the answer was obvious. "Well, for whatever reason, I think the song was beautiful, especially with you singing it." His face seemed to soften a bit at my words, before he buried his head in the papers and muttered that I should get some rest.

After an hour or so of sitting in the place between wake-fullness and sleep, I drifted off to the sound of Professor Snape singing quietly in corner.

When he fully believed Hermione to be asleep, Albus came in.

"Do you think we should tell her yet?"

"Yes my boy, it's time."

"Not right now, Albus. We shouldn't wake her, she looks so peaceful..." Oh Merlin, I sound like a lovesick fool! "What I mean is..."

"You seem to have grown quite found of her Severus." The twinkle in the old mans eye was bright as ever. Does he...? No, he couldn't know my feelings because said feelings don't exist.

"What I meant to say," I could hear the cold, stressed tone of my voice and let a satisfied smirk spread over my face, "was that it's been a week and she has not slept soundly until today. You wouldn't want to have your prized student sick and stuck up in bed for longer then is necessary."

"Ah! That proves it! You CARE!"

"How so?" but I had already realized my mistake

"You are worried she hasn't slept," I opened my mouth to contradict him but he cut me short, "It's okay Severus... besides, you actually paid attention to her sleeping habits!"

"There was no choice, what with her thrashing about and making an awful racket all the time."

But the twinkle was there. I sighed. There was no winning when you were pitted up against Albus Dumbledore. "Just don't wake her Albus."

"Very well my boy, we'll wait. Lemon drop?"

"No you silly old fool. Now out!"

I had to find out what had happened .There was no way these marks-bruises, cuts, a tattoo- had just suddenly appeared on their own. All I remember is that... well, I don't really remember anything. And that scares me.

"Miss Granger, I see you've awoken. Misers Potter and Weasley are here to see you. Miss Granger. MISS GRANGER."

"Are you talking to me?" He looks so mean when he scowls. So I'll take that as a yes he's talking to me. "Who did you say was here?"

"Misers Potter and Weasley."

"Who?" Potter and Weasley? Who are they and, assuming that Professor Snape was really talking to me, why do they want to see me?

"Misers POTTER and WEASLEY. Have you gone deaf Miss Granger?"

"No, it's just that I..."

He looked at me strangely when I trailed off, not really knowing why. Something was nagging at the back of my brain. I know I know who they are, I just can't seem to think of anything I have ever done where I encountered Misers Potter and Weasley. When he left the room, the need to figure out who they were intensified so that, defying his direct orders to stay in bed, I followed him to the door. Poking my head out just a bit, I could make out two figures a few inches taller than myself and another, much taller figure. Presumably Professor Snape looming over them. The black haired one seemed overly furious that Snape wouldn't let them come and see me, while the red haired one stood quietly with an arm grasping the black haired boy's shoulder.

"Why wont you let us see her?! We want to see Hermione right now!" this was the black haired one. He shook his head and his black hair moved out of his eyes. They were such a bright emerald green I thought maybe I was in Oz. But that didn't make any sense. What was Oz? I came back from my mind just in time to see the black haired boy storming away. The red haired boy seemed mortified at his friend's actions and apologized to Snape before hurrying to catch up with the black haired boy. Silently I closed the door and padded my way back to the bed, all the while wondering 'Who is Hermione and why does that amazingly beautiful boy want to see her so bad? '

When Professor Snape came back in I was back in the bed like I had never moved. "Who were those boys? And why were they yelling to see Hermione?"

"Miss Granger, I'm surprised you do not recognize the voices of your best friends." So he thought I stayed in bed the whole while. Good, now he can't yell at me for breaking my bed arrest. What he said confused me though. I'm sure I've never seen those faces, or heard those voices. So how could I be best friends with them?

"I'm sorry sir, but I believe you are mistaken. I've never heard those voices in my life."

"I can assure you, you are one of those oh so lucky few who the great Harry Potter has said more then two words to."

"Harry Potter sir? Who is that? And who is that Hermione girl he was yelling about?"

I swear if Snape were the fainting type, he probably would have keeled over then and there. "We better have Pomfrey and Dumbledore come in." He looked worried. Peculiar, he always seemed happy to me. I continued to sit quietly on the bed while he rushed about mumbling to himself and gathering things. Finally he threw some green powder into the fire, put his head in, and quite loudly yelled, "Dumbledore's office!" A quiet little voice told me, from it seemed the very back regions of my brain, that it was floo powder. He was flooing.

"Professor Dumbledore! PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE! Where are you, you old coot!" with an exasperated sigh, Professor Snape pulled his head from the fire and looked over at me. "Well it seems that I am to handle you."

"And what does handling me entail Professor?"

"Miss Granger... Hermione... it seems that you have suffered some memory loss." Well. Could you be any blunter about it Professor? "Can you tell me the last thing you remember?"

"Well, quite frankly, I only have two memories. One is you. I'm lying on the grass and looking at the clouds and you bend over me. You're smiling about something and the way the sun shines around your head and shoulders makes you kind of glow in this heavenly way. The other really isn't a memory. It's more of an image. Just one frame in a movie. I can tell I'm lying on the ground because I am at eye level with it, and there's a brick wall as the background scenery but it's what's in the foreground that stands out. There's a small gold box, really beautiful, a red heart on the top. It was sad though really, because the heart was broken, and it makes me feel sorry for whoever the box belongs to."

He looked at me curiously, before wrapping his cloak around his hand and reaching into his pocket to take out the box from my memory. "That's it! That's the box!"

"I found it when I found you." He handed it to me, and as soon as I grasped it I felt a rushing sensation. I was going backwards in time. Before I knew what was happening, I was standing in a cold dungeon. But I was also sitting in the corner. It didn't make any sense! Before I could ponder further, a hooded figure came in and pointed its wand at me. A smooth male voice uttered 'Wingardum Leviosa' and I one me was floating. The hooded man moved me to the center of the room, where he slammed me into the ground. Blood pooled around my head as the man tied ropes around my ankles and wrists. But they weren't ordinary ropes. They made cuts, and after a few seconds they moved up and inch or so. That must by why I have cuts up and down my legs. So I didn't try to commit suicide... For a while the hooded figure stood and watched my unconscious form become soaked in blood, and I stood beside him, frozen.

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