I am sorry about the wait! My beta had problums with thier computer and coudln't get this to me any faster. This was orignally going to be two cahpters, but I made it into one long one. I hope you enjoy it.

Just do you all know that italics at thiere thoughts. I know in the last part it was was the trio was saying to the others, but right now the pendatns don't work. The next chapter will explain it all. So for know italics mean thoughts. I will let you all know when they are talking to each other again. Enjoy the chapter!

The minute Hermione stepped into the house, she knew something was different. Her hand immediately went up to the pendant and she felt it warm. Hermione walked throughout the sitting room and into the back yard where she knew the 'surprise party' was.

"Hermione!" Ginny called from her wheelchair as soon as she walked outside.

"Gin!" she said and rushed over to her friend. She smiled down at her and pulled her into a hug. "It's so good to see you!" she said remembering the weeks after Hermione awoke from the battle to find out that Ginny was in worse shape than her. The duel Ginny had had with Percy had effected her far more than anyone though, causing Ginny to loose the ability to move her legs.

"Hermione, dear it so good to see you!" Molly said pulling her into a hug. "Six months is far too long for you to be gone."

Hermione smiled. "I know," she said. 'But I had to look for him, why doesn't anyone understand that?' she thought to herself as she greeted the rest of the Weasley clan. She made her way though the small crowd of people and found her mum, Lupin, and Dudley deep in talk. They all grew very quiet when she approached.

"Hermione!" her mum said and ran to give her daughter a hug. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too mum. How is the wedding planning going?"

"Just about done," she said smiling at her daughter. "Just a few more things to take care of."

Hermione smiled at her mum, she was happy she was getting remarried and couldn't be happier that Lupin was going to be her step-father. "Lupin," she said as she was pulled into a hug by him, "How are you?"

"Couldn't be better," he said. 'Now that Harry is back, things finally feel right.' he though.

Hermione pulled out of the hug and could feel the tears began to well. 'How can you all be happy when Harry is not here?' she though as walked over and sat down on a bench away from the crowd of people.

She watched as Ron talked with Ginny and Dudley. Ron looked her way and she gave him a weak smile. Her hand again went up to the pendant, and again it was warm. Hermione closed her eyes and attempted to relax herself. She was glad to be back home, but like the past year and half she always felt like half a person. She knew that going to America wasn't going to bring Harry back, but she had to try. Hermione knew that deep down Harry would return to her someday, and she was not leaving England ever again until he was back with her.

Several hours later the guests had left and Hermione couldn't have been happier. She was glad to see all of them, but right now all Hermione wanted to do was take a long hot bath and go to bed. Too bad her mum and Lupin had other plans.

"Hermione," her mum called from the sitting room. "Will you join us?"

"Mum, I'm really tired. I just want to go to bed."

"This is important Hermione," Lupin said seriously.

"Can't it wait until morning?" she asked walking into the room to see Lupin and her mum looking very concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Sit, dear," she said patting a stop on the couch next to her.

"Mum," Hermione said sitting down next to her mum. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"It will be," Lupin said, who was now pacing in front of the two women.

"Will someone please tell me what is going on?" Hermione demanded.

Elizabeth looked up at Lupin then back to her daughter and began telling her about what happened earlier tonight at Dudley's cafe and at her office.

"So, right now he is upstairs in the guest room under a sleeping charm," Lupin finished for Elizabeth who was now holding her crying daughter.

"He doesn't know anything?" Hermione asked between sobs.

"No," Lupin said sitting on the other side of Hermione. "We didn't talk much about it, but from what he said he doesn't remember anything. He did say they we looked familiar though," he added.

"I want to see him," Hermione said pushing away from her mum and standing up.

"We have to be careful about how we deal with this Hermione," Lupin said.

"I know," she said walking to the stairs. "But I have to see him. I want to tell him. I have to tell him," she said holding on tightly to her pendant. "I can't believe you guys didn't tell me when I first got home!"

"Don't be mad. We would have, but the party..." Elizabeth said calmly as the three stood outside the guest bedroom. "We didn't want him to have to deal with everyone one else."

Hermione took a deep breath and placed her hand on the door knob to the room. She closed her eyes tightly and let the breath out. She knew Harry would come back to her one day, she was ready to start her life with him, but never did she think that he wouldn't remember her. He promised he wouldn't. "If you are not ready I can tell him," Lupin said kindly.

"No. Let me," Hermione said opening her eyes slowly. "It has to be me," she said turning the door knob slowly and opening the door. She walked slowly into the room and saw a familiar form sleeping on the bed. She crossed the room and quietly knelt down on the floor. Hermione stared at the familiar face for a long time. She could see the past year and half had not been easy on him, and her heart broke all over for him. She carefully raised her hand up and ran it over his long tangled black hair, gently over his face and across his lightening bolt shaped scar.

Her hand wandered down his next and found the pendant. Tears where now falling fast from her eyes. She couldn't believe he was back, Harry had finally came back to her. "Wake him up," she choked out. Lupin stepped forward and with a few quick wand movement Harry began to wake up. He slowly began to open his eyes. He was unsure of where he was, the last thing he knew is he was getting his tooth fixed. Harry fluttered his eyes open to see a fuzzy shape inches for his face. He jumped out of the bed and stood ready to fight.

"Don't come any closer or I will kill you," he said looking at three very frightened people. He recognized all of them. The Doctor who fixed his tooth, the man who was going to marry the doctor, and a girl. 'Who is that girl?' he asked himself. 'I know I've seen her before.'

"We are not here to hurt you," Lupin said. "We want to help you."

"Who are you?" Harry asked staring at Hermione, who was again crying.

"My name is Remus Lupin, this is Doctor Elizabeth Granger, and this is her daughter Hermione Granger,"

"Why am I here?" he asked still ready to attack if needed.

"We want to help you," Hermione said calmly stepping towards Harry.

"How can you help me?" Harry asked.

"We know who you are. We....... we use to be friends, best friends," she said softly, stepping even closer to him.

"How do I know you are telling the truth? How can I trust you?"

Hermione turned to looked at her mum and Lupin, then back at Harry. "Because you used to."

Harry stared at Hermione for a long time. Her face looked familiar, but was that enough to go on.

"I know this must be hard to believe but it true. Let me tell you some things about yourself, then you can decide," Hermione said giving him a small smile. "Your name is Harry James Potter, your parents are James and Lily Potter. You were born July 31 1980. We went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where you met me and Ron Weasley your other best friend. I can keep on going if you want me to," she said.

Harry looked at Hermione again, unsure of what to say.

Lupin stepped forward "I knew your parents when we where in school together. James was one of my best friends, and your mother helped me thorough a very hard time in school. They were wonderful people. You look just like your father, but you have your mother's eyes," Lupin said with a smile. "I also knew your godfather. He was a great man who cared for you very deeply."

"What do you mean--knew?" Harry asked

"Your parents died October 31, 1981, and your godfather Sirius Black died at the end of our fifth year of school," Hermione said calmly.

"How?" Harry asked sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Your parents were murdered by Voldemort, and Sirius was killed by his cousin Bellatrix LeStrange."

Harry ran his hands through his long unkempt hair and stared down at the ground. "I need to be alone," he said never looking up from the ground.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you all of this Harry,"

"Leave!" Harry yelled. Hermione jumped and turned to her mum and Lupin who already had the door open and were halfway out the door.

"It's good to have you home," Lupin said before ushering Hermione out of the room and closing it behind them.

Harry raised his head and looked at the closed door. "I don't see what's so good to come home to no one," he muttered before flopping down on the bed and falling back to sleep.

It had been three days since Harry had returned home to Hermione. She was a complete mess. He had not moved from the room since they both returned home. Hermione tried her best to keep her mind occupied by reading, helping her mum with the wedding plans, cleaning, and anything else she could think of. She was getting tired of waiting, she had waited long enough for him to return.

"I'm going up there," she demanded on the third night during dinner. "Him being locked up in that room isn't helping any of us."

"Just give him time," Elizabeth said. "This can't be easy for him."

"What about me? How do you think I feel that my fiancé has locked himself up in a room and doesn't know who I am!" she shouted.

"We have to be patient," Elizabeth said looking at Lupin for help.

"I have to agree with Hermione. This is no way for us to help him," Lupin said

"I'm going up there and dragging him down here," Hermione said pushing away from the table. "I don't care if I have to hex him to get him down here. He doesn't remember who he is messing with, well I am about to remind him," she said pulling her wand out of her pocket and storming up the stairs.

Harry had been laying in the bed for the past three days thinking about the small part of his life he knew. The first day he grieved for his parents and godfather that he did not remember. He often found himself talking to them and asking for their guidance. On the second day Harry though about the three people down stairs, mostly the girl Hermione. He remembered the hurt look on her face when he shouted at them to leave the room. He didn't know why, but when he saw her face, all he wanted to do was hold her close and tell her everything would be just fine. But how could he do that when he didn't know for sure?

On the third night Harry though more about what Hermione had told him. That is when the words 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' stuck in his head. Witchcraft and Wizardry! What in the world did that mean? He couldn't be a wizard. He would surly remember that if he was one right? Harry decided it was time to get some more answers. He would have to push aside his fear that the people downstairs would hurt him. Harry pulled the door open and began walking out, only being stopped a few steps out the door when he knocked into someone; a very upset looking Hermione.

"Sorry," Harry muttered looking down at Hermione.

"Actually, I was just coming to get you," she said placing her hands on her hips. "You can't hide in that room forever."

"I know," he said running his hands through his unkempt hair. "I want you to help me remember. I don't know if I can trust you, but I want to see."

Hermione gave him a weak smile. "You can trust me," she said and attempted to place a hand on his, but he winced and pulled away. "I won't hurt you, promise,"

Harry looked down at the hand she tried to touch, the back at her. "Where can we talk? I want to know all about me."

"I can't tell you everything Harry. I don't think your mind would be able to handle it all at once, but I will help you," she said. "First I am going to help you by showing you where the bathroom is. You need a shower, a shave, and a hair cut."

Harry looked down at his close and though he looked better than he had in weeks. "I guess I could use a shower," he said shrugging his shoulders.

"Right," she said leading his down the hallway. "Here it is. I will get some clothes from Lupin. I don't think your old clothes will fit you anymore."

"You have my old clothes?" he asked standing in the bathroom.

"I do. I have everything of yours before you left," she said feeling slightly uneasy.

"I want to see them," he said walking out of the bathroom.

Hermione placed a hand on his chest. "After you shower. You smell worse then a Blast-Ended Skrewt."

"A what?" Harry asked feelings very nervous about Hermione having her hand on him. He backed up slowly.

Hermione smiled, but felt her heart drop, he really didn't remember anything. "Don't worry about it," she said closing the door. "I'll send in some clothes for you," she said thought the door.
Harry turned on the water and began stripping his clothes. "Wait," he said. "What do you mean 'send' in some clothes?" he said just as a pair of trousers, and long sleeves shirt, and boxers appeared next to him. "I guess that's what it means," he said stopping into the shower.

Hermione quickly walked to her room. Fang raised his head and began thumping his tail.

"He's back, he's really back," she said sitting on the floor next to the that boarhound and let the tears she had been holding back for three days fall.

She had been waiting for this day to come for a year and half, but she still wasn't ready for it. She wasn't ready to fill in the empty space in Harry's mind where she, Ron and the rest of their friends use to rest. She was not ready to help him remember the horrors he lived through in his early years living with the Dursley's and the seven years at Hogwarts.

Hermione heard the shower stop and knew Harry would be out soon. She got up from the floor and walked over to the far wall where three trunks took up the area. She ran her hands over the tops of the three old trunks and then took out her wand. She smiled slightly when the words " Wingardum Leveosa" passed over her lips. The three trunks were now levitating just above the ground. With a few wand movements, the trunks were now following her out of the room and into Harry's.

Harry stepped out of the bathroom to see Hermione and three floating trunks walk by him, followed by a oversized dog, and a furry orange ball of fluff. Harry ran his hands though his long hair and blinked rapidly. He didn't believe what he had just saw. He sighed and walked his room and see Hermione, the dog, and the cat sitting in the middle of the floor with three trunks sitting around them.

"What are all of these?" Harry asked walking into the room.

Hermione looked up at him. He was looking more like the Harry she knew, but the beard and the long hair had to go. "How was the shower?"

"Great," he said eyeing the large dog who was now sitting in front on him thumping his large tail on the ground.

"This is Fang, he's your boar hound, and this is my cat, Crookshanks," she said rubbing Crookshanks head.

Harry looked down at the drooling god and patted his head, hoping his hand would return to him. "Nice dog," he said nervously. "Are these mine?" he asked looking at the three trunks.

"Yes, well one of them is yours, the other two are your parents," she said gently.

"Tell me everything," he said sitting down near her.

"I can't," she said quietly. "We don't know what state your mind is in. I've talked to a few of my colleagues and they have all agreed with me that we need to let your memory come back naturally."

"And what makes you an expert?"

"I just so happen to have graduated head of our class at Hogwarts, and graduated six months early from my training as a healer and I now working at St.Mungo's hospital," she said in her know-it-all tone.

Harry couldn't help but smile at her. He didn't know why, but that tone seemed to be familiar and it comforted him.

"What are you smiling at?" she asked

"Did you use that tone with me a lot? When we where in school?"

"What tone?"

"I don't know.... it was like a bossy know-it-all tone. I felt like I had to believe whatever you said, and if I didn't you would hurt me."

Hermione turned red and occupied herself by stroking Crookshanks down his spine. "Oh," she said quietly, "I guess I did."

"I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"It's alright," she said, just as she heard a familiar tapping at the window.

"What's that?" Harry asked as Hermione stood up from the floor to open the window.

"This is Hedwig, your owl," she said as the snowy owl swooped into the room and landed in front of Harry.

"My owl?"

"Yes," she said and began to explain to Harry how he received Hedwig and what the wizarding world used them for.

"So you're telling that a half giant named Hagrid gave me the owl when he came to pick me up for the school where I learned to be a wizard, and that Hedwig was my first real birthday present?"

"Yes,"

"How do the owls know where to go?"

"I'm not sure. They just seem to have a sense on where they are told to go," she said stroking the owl who was still standing in front of Harry looking up at him. "She wants you to pet her, shes missed you."

Harry looked down at the small white owl and smiled. He recalled a few dreams he had in the last few months where a white owl fly across the sky. He knew it was this owl. "Hi girl," he said softly and ran a finger down her body. The owl cooed continently and flew over to the bed and perched on to of the head board. Harry looked up at Hermione to see her reading a letter. He patiently waited for her to finish "We have a problem," she said folding the letter up and setting it aside.

"What?"

"Ron is coming over tomorrow,"

"Who?"

Hermione sighed. "Your other best friend,"

"Oh,"

"He doesn't know you are back," she said rubbing her hands on her temples. "We have to tell him. He will never forgive us if we don't,"

"So we tell him I am back. I want to see all of my old friends. I want them to help me remember!"

"Harry you don't understand, we can't let everyone know you are back, at least not yet,"

"Why?"

"Harry, you are a very famous wizard! Our whole world was devastated when word came out that you disappeared. If they know you were back and didn't remember anything, who knows what would happen!"

"Why am I famous?"

"I can't tell you all of it, but you defeated a very powerful, very evil wizard before you disappeared,"

"What? How?"

"I can't tell you all," she said closing her eyes tightly. "I wish I could, it would make things so much easier if I could. It will all make sense soon," she said with a sigh.

"I hope so. I am so confused about everything. A few days ago I didn't know who I was and now you are telling me all these things that I shouldn't believe, that shouldn't be possible, but when I look at you and see this look in your eyes I know its true,"

"I know it's hard to take in, but I'm telling you is true! And Ron will tell you, and my mum and Lupin is also true. You can trust us, Harry,"

"It all sounds like its from a book," he said quietly, while Hermione was running her hands through is long hair.

"Do you like the long hair?" she asked after a moment.

"Not really. I should go get it cut."

"I-I can cut it for you. I know a good hair charm that will shorten your hair to a proper length, and cut the beard."

"I-I-It won't hurt?" Harry said sounding and looking very nervous.

"No, it may tingle a little, but it hasn't hurt anyone," she said taking her wand out and pointing it at Harry. His eyes sent wide, then he closed them tightly just as Hermione began to movie her wand over and around his face. Harry felt like cold water was being poured on his head and down his neck. He shivered slightly and carefully opened his eyes. He saw Hermione in deep concentration, biting her lower lip. Harry suddenly had the urge to pull her close to him and snog her senseless.

"Harry? It's done," she said running her hand though his hair.

Harry jumped back at the contact. "Thank you," he said running his hands over his freshly saved face and into his short hair.

"How does it look?" he asked looking at Hermione. He couldn't tell what the expression was on her face, but he decided it was a cross between relief, hurt, and.... love.
Hermione smiled at him.

"You look just fine," she said faking a yawn. "I should get to bed, we have a long day tomorrow with Ron. I'll see you in the morning," she said standing up and exiting the room with Crookshanks at her heals.

Hermione reached her room and threw her body on her bed. It had taken all her strength to not pull Harry to her and hold him, to let him know that everything was going to be okay. But how could she when every time she touched him, he jumped away? She decided that something must have happened to him in the year and a half he was gone, something to make him scared of human touch. She knew he was never comfortable with it, but he had been with her.
Crookshanks jumped on the bed next to Hermione and gave a soft 'meow'.

"Oh Crookshanks," she said grabbing the orange ball of fluff she loved so much and holding him close to her. "How am I going to tell Ron?" she said closing her eyes and letting sleep take over her.

Harry stared blankly at the closed door after Hermione had abruptly left the room. 'What had just happened? What was that look in her eyes? Why did she look like she was about to burst into tears? Why did I just want to hold her close to me and tell her everything was going to be okay? Why did I want to kiss her?' Harry thought standing up from the floor and moving to the bed. He sat on the edge looking at the three trunks. He wanted to open them and find out about himself, but it didn't feel right yet. He wanted someone to be there with him, to explain what everything was. He wanted Hermione there with him.