Hello everyone- this is my first story on this acount, though I did have some on my old one. Harry Potter and his world are not mine- hope you enjoy the story...Plus- leave a review please - they motivate me to either continue the story or improve it...Thanks :)
Hermione slowly opened her eyes as the blinding light from the Hogwarts grounds swept through the vast window near her bed. Despite a valiant attempt, she failed to sit upright. She tried hard to remember what had happened the day before, but all she could recall was seeing people in capes and a blinding light coming at her. Her body shook as silent tears poured out of her eyes. Just then, a loud creaking noise filled the air as an unexpected visitor came into the room carrying under his left arm a small parcel and a wooden twig in his right hand.
"Hello Hermione. Feeling better?" the saddened voice of Ronald Weasley sputtered as he came up to stand beside her bed. He shifted at her bedside nervously as she continued to glare at him without speaking. "Hermione… Hermione, are you alright?" Ron continued, slightly confused by her lack of response he began to tap the twig he was carrying on her bedside table.
Apparently, this person knew who she was, but Hermione had absolutely no clue who he was. "I hate to be rude, but who are you?" Hermione asked quietly as she fought hard to remember.
Ron dropped the small package on the floor, and a shrill shattering sound filled the air. "Hermione are you kidding. This has to be a practical joke… how could you not know who I am," Ron deadpanned. The silence forced Ron to continue, "Well, Hermione, I am Ron Weasley, one of your best friends, who loves you very much." He managed to choke out the statement before a single tear fell from his eye.
"I don't remember anything much…Ron, just a brilliant flash of light coming from a stick some people pointed at me."
Ron waved his wand at the broken parcel on the floor and muttered "Reparo" and "Accio". The package righted itself and flew into Ron's left palm.
The look of shock on Hermione's face was obvious. Ron nervously bit his lip.
"A stick? Hermione, that was a wand. You were attacked by the Death Eaters at the final battle!" Ron exclaimed.
"Final battle for what? I don't remember there being any wars going on in Europe," she reasoned twisting a strand of her bushy hair around her finger as she lay flat on her bed.
"Hermione, the battle against Voldemort, he was defeated… but Harry's in a comma," Ron silently stated.
"Harry? Who's that?" Hermione whispered softly with a confused look on her face.
The moment she said this Ron's face turned pale from shock; he made a quick excuse about needing to go off somewhere and left the ward as fast as he could. He sprinted to the entrance of Dumbledore's office said, "Gummy Worms," and continued up the appearing staircase. He banged fervently on the door of Dumbledor's office and entered the moment the door was opened.
"Ah hello Ron, what brings you to my office?" the gentle voice of Dumbledore recited calmly.
Ron told the Headmaster all about Hermione's apparent lack of understanding anything magic. "She doesn't remember who Harry is or who I am sir. She also seemed very confused about wands. I do not think she knows where she is either. She's acting quite like a confused Muggle," Ron rapidly relayed as he stared silently into the twinkling eyes of Dumbledore.
"Sadly enough Ronald, at this moment that's precisely what she is, a confused Muggle," Dumbledore said thoughtfully.
"What? That cannot be true! Headmaster, both you and I know she is the most brilliant witch in her year!" Ron said passionately.
"Do you remember the events leading up to her being hit with the spell?" Dumbledore inquired slowly.
As Ron shook his head, Dumbledore continued, "Well that particular spell was meant for a certain spy and Potions Master by the name of Severus Snape, but Hermione jumped in front of him, so they hit her instead. As I see it,Ronald, the Death Eaters thought that the most painful form of torture Professor Snape could ever receive was to be forced to live his life as a Muggle, with no memory of anything magical, all of his years of studying Potions useless, and all of his magical powers sucked out of him forever."
"Hermione what have you done to yourself?" Ron reflected with his head in his hands.
Dumbledore went on, "The only good news is that the spell they used was specially formatted to Severus, so the effect it has on her may be temporary when it comes to her magical powers. However, I fear she will no longer remember anything from her past seven years at Hogwarts.She needs to be re-educated from first year on, despite her extraordinary NEWT performance."
"Who is going to be willing to do all of that teaching?" Ron questioned.
"Why mostly Severus of course, though Minerva did also volunteer," the Headmaster stated with a large grin.
'Poor Hermione' Ron thought to himself as he left the main office.
