"You liar!" screamed Hermione. She began to rock back and fourth crying, hugging her knees to her chest as she sobbed her heart out.
"Hermione we need you to help him remember what has happened in his life over the past year or so." said Albus placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. She wrenched her body away from him and gave him a look of pure hatred.
"Hermione, please…"
"NO! My baby is out there going through God knows what and I could very well loose my second baby! Why do you ask this of me? Why do you taunt me so? Can't you see that I am suffering enough? Do you enjoy watching people in sorrow and in pain?" she whispered in a deadly whisper to Albus.
"Hermione, I would never…" started the old man.
"Go, just go." said Hermione as she turned away from him and to the wall.
"Hermione, please, I know that you are going through a tough time. I can't even imagine what you are going through. I know that I am terribly worried about Alexandria, she's like a granddaughter to me and I treat her as such.
Severus really has lost his memory and I am asking and begging you to come and help him recover his memory. He would want that of you." said Albus. Hermione considered him a long moment and then looked at the bed across from her. Its occupant was concealed behind the heavy duty curtains. She looked back at the old man who she considered a father. He had an unreadable expression on his face and in his eyes.
"Fine. But can you go and get my scrapbook? It's in the nightstand on the right side of the bed in our chambers. The password is 'Dirty Diapers." said Hermione.