A/N: OK, I really was not going to post today, but you can thank me finding the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack for this post. I figured since I'm all happy and excited, I'd share my happiness by posting another chapter! :D sings think of me Hope you all enjoy. This chapter was the original chapter 27. Though more changes are now going to be made.

Stella: Glad you liked that chapter. Like I said, It was kind of spur of the moment. :D

Writingjustforfun: actually, Destany was on the backburner. I just didn't know what else to do with her and then I got another idea…so now she's back into the plot and now that changes everything else I had wrote groans in frustration Oh well. Glad you liked it though. You read my mind exactly. ;) Glad you liked Ron in the last chapter. It was the best of my ability, I kind of wanted him to be more…Ronish, but at the same time, I wanted something else to happen, so I de-Ron-ished him..if that makes any sense..lol!

And now…What you have all been waiting for…Back to Harry!

Chapter 28- Fond Memories

Same Day

"Is he ok?" A young voice asked.

"We think so." Another voice answered. "Pomfrey checked him out and-"

"He's waking up!" The first voice said excitedly.

Harry felt his eyes flutter open. Everything in the room was a blur of color. Someone handed him his glasses and he slipped them on with a "Thanks."

His head still hurt, but it was now down to a dull throb. What happened? Harry wondered as he glanced around his room.

Sitting on the end of his bed was his mother and next to him was Hermione.

"How are you feeling?" His mother asked him.

"Like someone ran my head into a brick wall," Harry said and added "repeatedly." His mom and Hermione got looks of sympathy on their faces.

"What happened?" He asked, not having a clear memory of how he ended up in this room.

"Harry, it's a long and complicated explanation. Just rest and we'll talk about it later." Lily said and stood up. "I have to go and let everyone know you are ok." She said and started to the door. She stopped and turned back to look at him. "Are you sure you're ok?" She asked again. Harry nodded and immediately regretted the action. He winced slightly as his mom left the room.

"How are you really feeling Harry?" Hermione asked, tentatively. He was silent for a moment and looked into her brown eyes.

"Confused." He answered, and that was the truth. For about the last month, he was told James Potter was the enemy, Tom was the good guy. Though he had suspected differently, it was still mind reeling.

"Anything I can do to help?" She asked, looking like she desperately wanted to help him.

"I know some things. It's just…hard to process everything. Like how did everyone know where I was? How did I even end up there? and why when I saw." Harry stopped talking abruptly. Do not finish that thought. Whatever you do, do not finish that thought. Harry thought, panicking slightly. Hermione was supposed to be his friend, and here he was wanting to further their relationship. He scowled slightly.

"What? What were you going to say?" She asked, searching his eyes. He looked away from her and the wall across from him suddenly became very interesting.

"Nothing. Forget it." He said, still not able to bring himself to look at her. He knew if he did he'd blurt everything out and feel like a jerk.

Hermione looked disappointed that he wouldn't talk to her and said "OK." She didn't want to fight with him over it. If he did not want to complete his thought, she wasn't going to make him. Besides, she knew he'd tell her eventually. Though it hurt to know he couldn't tell her, she knew he barely remembered her and she'd have to be patient with her friend.

"What all do you remember?" Hermione asked, changing the subject. She saw Harry frown as he thought of this.

"I only remember snippets of memories really. There's only one I really know, and even that is confusing," He said and looked over at her again, "when Sirius told us Scabbers was really Peter. Other than that, not much."

"Maybe I can help you…make sense of everything, I mean." She suggested, hoping he'd let her and not shut her out like he usually did.

Harry looked at her uncertainly for a moment and finally said "you sure you don't mind?"

"What are friends for?" She said, with a smile. Who knows, maybe more. She added silently

"Is that what we are?" Harry asked her, noticing for the hundredth time how beautiful she was. is. Her hair was pulled up into a half ponytail while the rest fell onto her back. She wore blue jeans and a light-colored t-shirt. At Hermione's puzzled look, he added "friends?"

"What do you mean?" She asked, feeling her heart skip. Just maybe, she began to think and mentally shook herself. Get real Hermione, he's just trying to figure things out. She scolded herself.

"Never mind, forget it." Harry said, looking away from her again.

Hermione frowned at him. She wanted to press him further, but decided against it. Stop it Hermione, he barely remembers you, how is he supposed to know what your relationship was? Is. She corrected.

"OK." She said, uncertainly, and silence filled the room. It wasn't the comfortable silence, but the exact opposite. It could not get anymore awkward if they tried.

"Hermione?" Harry said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. He sat up and leaned against the headboard. She looked into his emerald eyes and wondered how she got on without him.

"Can you tell me about…well, me?" He asked, sounding not very confident.

"What do you want to know?" She asked.

"Everything, anything. I just..want to know about who I wa- am." Harry said, honestly.

"Like…what exactly?" She asked, not sure what to talk about.

"I don't know, whatever comes to mind." Harry said and shrugged.

Like how incredibly hot you like right now? Hermione thought. No, bad Hermione! She scowled herself, and wondered why she was doing that much more all the suddenly. He's your friend. He needs you to be you…not some…horny teenager. Get real!

"Ok…um…" She said, trying to get her mind off of anything but what she was thinking.

"How about how we met?" Harry suggested, saving her.

"Oh, actually, there's no amusing story with that. Neville Longbottom lost his toad. The poor kids always loosing things. His Grandmother once got him a rememberall, it lights up when you forget things, and he lost that." She said, with a small laugh. Harry smiled. "So, anyway, I was walking around the Hogwarts train, trying to help Neville find his stupid toad. And I poked my head into Ron and yours train compartment. We talked shortly, and I went on my way." She said, and added "I don't think you guys liked me that much at first."

"I doubt that. I'm sure I did." Harry said. She smiled.

"At least, Ron did not like me. He only started putting up with me after you two saved me from a troll."

"A troll?" Harry asked, incredulously.

"Yes, a troll." She said, smiling fondly at the memory. "We found out later that our DADA teacher let it loose..long story."

"We've got time." Harry stated, wanting to know how Hermione ran into a troll, and more importantly, how he ended up saving her. She laughed slightly and began to tell him the story of their first year at Hogwarts.