Here is the next chapter! I hope you like it. Thank you all for the great reviews! Thank you to my beta for getting this to me so fast! You Rock!
Ron sat on the couch with his mouth hanging open, looking very much like a goldfish, listening to Hermione tell the story of the last few days. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! Harry was home and he didn't know who he was or who anyone was.
"Are you sure it's him?" Ron asked looking at Hermione, then to Lupin and Mrs. Granger.
"Yes, quite sure," Hermione said determined to convince him it really was him. "When you see him you'll know too," she added placing a hand on her pendant.
Ron watched her place a hand on it. "Wait a minute! If it is really him, then why haven't the pendants begun to work again?"
"I can't be sure, but I think it's because he has been away for so long. Our bond with him isn't as strong as it was before.
"The pendants are very erratic in how they react to different people," Lupin said from the couch. "From what Hermione and I have discovered in our research, depending on what has happened to the person who disappeared is connected to how they will act once all three are reunited."
"Remember when you picked me up from the airport Ron? How I told you it was pulsing? I think it was because Harry was near, it may have been his way to let me know he was coming home!"
"Has it done anything else since he's been back?" Ron asked placing the cold pendants in his hand. "Mine's been dead since the day he left."
"He didn't leave," Hermione stated. "He was taken from us. I don't want to get into that again, Ron."
"Neither do I, last time we did, I had a black eye for two weeks!"
"I think it's time we stopped talking about this for now and bring him down," Lupin said wanting to avoid one of Ron and Hermione's infamous rows. The last one earned him a black eye as well, when he pulled Hermione off of Ron.
"Right," Ron said trying not to sound too eager. "Well, bring him down then," he said standing up from the couch and looking up the stairs.
Hermione stood up in front of Ron and pulled him into a hug.
"He's back," she whispered into his shoulder. "I finally have him back."
Ron returned the hug.
"It's about bloody time. Now things can get back to normal."
Hermione looked up at Ron.
"You can't tell him, Ron! He doesn't know about us!"
Ron placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I won't tell him anything about it. Now go up there and bring him down," he said pushed her gently out of his arms.
"Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes," she said walking up the stairs.
Harry placed a hand around the pendant. He had noticed it hanging around Hermione's neck almost immediately after he saw her, it was one of the main reason he was going to trust her. From the talk downstairs he could tell it was very important to them, and it sounded like this Ron fellow had one as well. It looked like he was going to have to trust this bloke as well.
Harry pushed the thought of Hermione and Ron aside for a moment and began flipping through the pictures of faces he didn't know. He let out a sigh as he stopped at a picture of him, Hermione, and Ron. He didn't know where they were or what the occasion was, but he could tell they were all happy. He watched the picture as Ron and himself smiled at the camera, both sneaking glances at Hermione, who was waving at someone off the frame. Then the picture form of himself laughed at something Hermione said, then picked her up and spun her around a few times before setting her back down. Ron was laughing at them the whole time.Hermione took a deep breath and stepped into Harry's room. She saw that he had looked through the trunks, and was now looking at one of the photo albums that she had put together after he had disappeared. She noticed he had a small smile playing across his face, maybe he was remembering something?
Harry looked up from the album and saw Hermione standing in the doorway staring at him.
"Is he here?" he asked.
"Yes," she said stepping farther into the room. "He's down with mum and Lupin waiting for you."
Harry stood up from the bed and set the photo album down.
"Let's go then," he said walking towards the door where Hermione was still standing.
"Harry?" she asked feelings very nervous all of a sudden.
Harry stopped several inches in front of her and looked down at her, raising an eyebrow at her. Hermione looked up at him and locked her eyes with him.
"When I came into the room you looked...... well I'm not sure, but you had this look on your face that looked like you remembered something."
"No, I didn't, but I wish I did," he said running his hands thought his hair. Hermione closed her eyes.
"Me too," she said softly.
"When I do, you will be the first to know," he said walking out of the room past her and down the stairs.
Hermione opened her eyes and let out a deep sigh and followed Harry down the stairs. When she made her way down the stairs, she saw that Harry was already there. He and Ron were standing a few feet away from each other just staring at the other.
"Merlin," Ron said. "It is you! You're back!" he said stepping closer to him. "Hermione, you were right. It is him! He's back, you're back!" he continued stepping closer to Harry. When he was just inches away he attempted to pull his long lost best mate into a hug, but Harry flinched and stepped out of the way. Harry looked around the room, then back at Ron, who had a hurt and confused look on his face.
"It's good to ummm... see you again mate," he said and moved past the red head and sat down on one of the several arm chairs in the room. Ron glanced over at Hermione and gave her a look before sitting down on the couch near where Harry was sitting.
"How is your tooth Harry?" Elizabeth asked hopeing to fill the akwardness of the situation with some chit-chat.
"It's fine," he said placing his hand over the still tender area on his face. "Thank you for fixing it for me. When everything gets straightened out and I get a job I will pay you back."
Elizabeth smiled at him.
"You don't have to do that Harry, you're family."
Harry grimaced at the word family. "No, I am not family. I do not have a family, they're all dead."
The room went silent and all eyes turned to Harry. He immediately felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" he asked looking at each person in the room. When his eyes fell on Hermione he again had the over whelming urge to hold her in his arms and let her know it was going to be okay. He knew that comment had deeply hurt her.
Hermione closed her eyes tightly forcing the tears back. 'He doesn't know who he is,' she reminded herself 'He doesn't know what he is saying.' Hermione opened her eyes to fine Harry's, once bright emerald eyes, that had now turned a dull green eyes staring at her. She took a deep breath and spoke.
"Harry, you used to consider us as your family. As well as the rest of Ron's family, and a few teachers from school."
"You use to call me mum," Elizabeth said quietly as she squeezed Lupin's hand tightly. "As well as Ron's mum."
Harry continued to look at Hermione, she was still looking back at Harry. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ron's arm move around Hermione's shoulder and pull her close to him. Harry broke the eye lock as soon as he saw this.
"I'm sorry I said that, I didn't know."
"It's okay Harry," Lupin said calmly. "This isn't easy for you or us. We just have to remember to be patient with you, as you have to be with us."
Harry ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He hated this whole situation. He hated that he was hurting everyone around him. All he wanted to do was remember who he was and stop hurting them, especially Hermione. If nothing else he was going to remember everything so he could stop seeing the hurt in her eyes.
"I just want to remember everything," he said "I want to go back to how everything used to be, however it was, I hate this!" he yelled.
"We will help you mate. We'll do everything we can. I think we should take him to Dumbledore," Ron said reassuringly.
"Who's that?" Harry asked.
"Our old Headmaster," Ron replied
"What will he be able to do?" Hermione asked as she turned her attention back to Harry. He was breathing deeply, she could tell he was trying to calm himself down.
"I don't know. He has usually helped us when we needed him."
"Ron, we are not back in school. We are adults now, we don't need to run to him every time we have a problem," she said feelings her temper rise.
"He could help us,"
"He can't help us with this!"
"Maybe he knows a spell that will help get his memory back,"
"There isn't one Ron! I've been researching it! Don't you think I would have done something if there was?"
"Well what do you suggest we do? Show him a bunch of pictures? How is that going to help?" Ron yelled back.
Hermione jumped from the couch and put her hands on her hips.
"Don't you dare tell me how I can help him! Don't you think I know what is best for him? Who was there for him after Sirius died? Who was there for him after Hagrid? Who was the only one who believed him during fourth year? Who helped him free Sirius?" she yelled. "It was me Ron! I was always there for him! And what about you? All you cared about was Quidditch! When the next match was, and who you were playing! I can't believe that after everything that we have been through, that you still have the emotional capacity of a teaspoon!"
"Who rescued him from the horrible muggles in second year?" Ron yelled. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Who told you what they were doing to him? Who was the one who risked everything for him countless times! Who was the one who always helped him? It was me Ron! Don't you dare tell me what is best for him! Don't you dare Ronald Weasley!" she yelled and slumped down to the floor letting tears fall freely.
Elizabeth jumped from the couch and pulled her daughter into her arms.
"It's okay honey, everything will be just fine,"
"No, it won't!" Hermione yelled pushing her mum off of her. "How can it be fine! He doesn't know who I am! He doesn't know that he loves me! He doesn't know that I love him! He doesn't know that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together! Would someone tell me how it is going to be fine?" she yelled jumping up from the floor and stomping up the stairs to her room.
The room was in silence. No one dared to speak, all eyes were on Harry. He was looking at the stairs where Hermione had just ran up.
Ron cleared his throat. "Err... umm... sorry?" he said shrugging his shoulders.
"I should go check on her," Elizabeth said standing up from the floor.
"No," Harry demanded, "Let me ."
Heh... Am I evil? I think so. Oh well, hopefully the next chapter will be out soon. I am very bust this week and I don't know how much time I will have to write. I am going to use some of my time to write part of it now. Hope you all enjoyed it!