A/N I'm writing another story similar to this one called 'Do you hear an Echo?' Don't worry completely different plot!

Chapter One

That day was a blur. She had no idea what had happened 9 years ago, and she had to clue what her life was before that night. That night where people ran into her room, lights blinded her and a name was whispered 'Ron Weasley' she wouldn't forget that name, it was the only proof that she was part of something, something more then a teacher at one of the most highly appraised grade schools in London.

The end of the school year was her favorite time of the year, after the giant load of work in April in May, everything had calmed down. The children where running around the class room and 'Ms. Granger' was about to tell them to settle down when a small quiet boy that had gotten good marks all year, and had improved immensely walked up to the desk. "Professor, my mother wanted you to check this list and for you to put checks by the boarding schools you've heard of." He handed her a small list written quickly on a piece of stained paper.

This wasn't unusual she had gotten request like this often, "Okay, go back to you're seat I will check." He walked with a grin back to his face. She scanned over the list seeing many fine schools but right near the bottom was a school she never heard of but seemed to ring a bell:

Hogwarts – (…letter enclosed referred to it as 'The Finest School Of Witch Craft and Wizardry)

Hermione was about to call the child back, when the bell rang forcing her to forget the prank the boy had probably used to make her laugh, and give the usual 'end of year have a safe summer, and good luck in boarding school' speech. After the speech the children left the room quickly, and Hermione made one last check on the sheet and handed the boy back the sheet with a smile.

Ron sat down on the park bench in Kensington Gardens; it was a beautiful day in summer. Summer wasn't his favorite season though, so much had always happened in summer. Fall was his favorite season because that was when he had met her. He tried to forget her, after she forgot him completely, but he couldn't.

The only girl he would ever love had forgotten him, his family, their friends, she had forgotten everything. Ron knew he was being jealous at least he remembered her, he felt if he woke up not thinking of her he would die. The sun was setting and Ron was thinking about weather or not to go home.

People where running around happy to enjoy another summer, Ron hated summer especially today. He fought to hold back his tears, he was strong. He was strong but fragile on the inside. He reached into the pocket of his long black trench coat, and took out a crumpled piece of paper. Wiping of the paper he opened it and stared at it with longing in his eyes.

As days go by my heart slows down. As the weather grows warmer my feelings get colder. I know what is to come, for my friend's fate is done. No one will not be harmed, especially me. Everyday I think about horrible things, death and longing, I think about horrible things. The easy way out. But when I look in his eyes I see hope, and I know that if I take the easy way out I'll never see those eyes again.

If Ron had known this then, he would have ran to her. He would have enjoyed every minute he had with her. How he hoped for another chance. Everything reminded him of her, the hazel tree had nothing on her rich eyes, and the sun couldn't compare to her smile. The girl walking slowly down the path caught his eye. She looked like her; she was not taking her eyes off the book.

Ron stopped, that was Hermione. He stood up dropping his papers he had tried to work on, she didn't acknowledge him she just continued reading. But surprisingly she sat down on the bench opposite him. This is Hermione, if it isn't I… I…

"What? Is there something on my face?" She asked, her voice was the same. She dug through her purse looking for a mirror. Ron stumbled sitting back down, she looked at him questioningly.

"Sorry Hermione." It just came out; he hadn't meant to say it. He was just so used to saying it that is just came out. She looked up and put her book aside…

"What?" She asked bossily. This was defiantly her.

"I mean to say Hermione you're just so beautiful." Ron slipped again, the girl was confused.

"Why thank you…. But I mean to say, err… who are you?" This was too much he couldn't take it. She didn't remember him at all. He gathered his papers, a gust of wind blew he loosened his grip on the papers giving him an excuse to leave.

"I'm, sorry I got to…" He started running after the blank piece of paper. She followed him, abandoning her book on the bench. "Stop following me, I'm just trouble!" He said reaching for the paper, she beat him to it.

"This is blank… why were you trying to leave." She asked trusting the paper into his chest. "I mean honestly, who are you?"

"It is blank? I really do have to go now!" He said, shuffling the paper in his pocket, a small folded up piece of paper fell from his pocket although he didn't notice being to busy trying to leave.

"Who are you?" She said, without letting the man see she stomped her boot on the piece of paper that had fallen out of his pockets. She really didn't know who this was, she was starting to get pissed.

"Ron Weasley… I must being going now." Hermione's eyes flicked away from looking at her shoes when he said that name. But by the time she looked up he was gone leaving her standing still. She picked up the paper her eyes widened when she say what was written on it, as well as the drawing enveloped in the paper.