Hermione waited outside of Harry's room while Ron was inside. She rocked back and forth biting her nails (no matter how often she tried, she couldn't stop the habit; something always caused her to chew again and again). Harry was moved into a different room, everyone saw it best to give him a privet one if what Hermione had said about his memory loss was true.

The door to the room opened and Hermione immediately stood up. "Well?" she eagerly asked Ron.

"I have a feeling its pretty bad." Ron sat her back down on the chair and pulled up another and sat down as well. "I asked him loads of questions about school and nothing. No Forbidden Forest, no Quidditch, no Hogsmead trips… nothing." Each of Ron's words hit her like a dagger.

"How far back did you ask him about?" Hopefully Harry remembered he was a wizard.

"The day he got his Hogwarts letter…" Ron replied.

"And?!" Hermione was getting anxious and wound tighter and tighter by the minute. She had to know if Harry was alright.

"Doesn't even know what in the world Hogwarts is…"

Tears were creeping out Hermione's eyes. Harry remembered nothing of what his life was, or actually still is. Ron pulled her into a hug and let her cry, but one thing puzzled her. Ron was showing no emotion. Here, his best friend wakes up from a seven year slumber, and remembers nothing about him what-so-ever, and he showed no emotion.

In a way, Hermione thought that it shouldn't bother her that much. Ron was always whacky with his feelings. He was either very quite or very obvious, and this occasionally put her on edge. If he disagreed with something he was very fast to let the world know it, but if he was ashamed, he was as silent as the grave.

Hermione pulled herself away, "I'm going to go talk to him, hopefully that will make me feel better."

Harry was sitting upright reading a book when she walked in. Ron had brought over some of Harry's old possessions like robes, books, and anything that the Dursley's might have given him in the previous years to "pay their respects to a dear nephew".

As she got closer she realized he was reading Quidditch Though the Ages. She couldn't help but chuckle a bit. If he didn't remember Quidditch at all, that would sure be something interesting for him to read anyway.

At her laugh Harry shot his gaze at her, "Oh! I'm sorry Miss; I didn't hear you come in." He said as he put a marker in his book and set it down. "Is something wrong?"

Hermione whipped a stray tear form her cheek. "No, nothing is wrong, just came in to talk with you for a while."

"Ah… Company is always nice…" Harry said, gesturing to a chair near the bed. "I'm sorry, but what was you name again?"

"Hermione" she said as she sat down. "Hermione Granger. We were friends is school."

"I don't remember knowing anyone named Hermione while I was in school…"

"It was a small acquaintance." Hermione looked down at the floor. Their acquaintance hadn't been small and it pained her to day that.

"Hm…" Harry nodded and looked as if he was thinking back to see if he could remember her, "I'm blanking… no idea. By the way, could you tell me what a Snitch is?"

Hermione chuckled again, and for the rest of the night, she explained the rules of Quidditch, and how points were scored and the like until they both fell asleep.


Sorry that it's so short... I'm trying to update on a regular basis, and hopefully now that Christmas break is coming up soon, I'll have more time even though I have the MLA report and science project... O Well! Hope you enjoyed, and remember Ron's little quirks that I throw in here and there, It may give you a couple of clues... And now for reviewing!!!