Ok, I'm a bad person. I've been really busy helping my Uncle Paul build a tree house. It's wicked cool! I can't wait until it's completely done. Anyway, I have to type fast because we're going somewhere. Enjoy!

Chapter 18

Changing Rooms

When I walked into the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey looked up at me with a small smile.

"Dumbledore told me you two will be here awhile, so I helped him set up a room next door. Hermione is still sleeping." I nodded once and walked out the main doors. To my right, I saw a new door. I wondered why I hadn't seen it walking down the hall. I tried to turn the handle but it wouldn't open. I stuck my head back into the infirmary.

"Madame Pomfrey? The door won't open."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the password is 'Azaleas'." She went back to the papers on her desk. I walked over to the door and said the password. The knob turned itself and I walked in.

The room was fairly large with a big window opposite the door. A large table sat in the middle of the room. There was a bed with a hunter green comforter on it, and I guessed it was mine. A curtain was pulled around another corner. There was a door between the curtain and my bed. I stepped farther into the room. A couch sat in front of the fireplace and a bookshelf sat next to the door. Another bookshelf was on the far side of the fire. A small table with a little black thing sat on it. I wandered farther into the room and shut the door.  I walked over to the bookshelf and pulled "Advanced Potions That Only Really Cool Wizards Like Gilderoy Lockhart Can Do" I shook my head and tried again. "The Best Potions for All the Right Occasions: The Guys Guide to Getting Everything You Want" not the book I wanted right now. "Potions for the Dark Wizard: Everything you need to know" close, but I had already read it twice. "Potion Making for Advanced Students: Do Not Try At Home." I smiled, it was perfect. I sat on the couch and started reading, waiting for Hermione to wake up.

I woke up suddenly when I heard the curtain being pulled back. I sat up slowly to see Hermione standing there, looking more confused than normal.

"Where am I? Who are you? And who am I?" She was looking at me with an odd look on her face. "Do I know you?"

"Yeah, you do know me. And you also know who you are. Think hard, you know who you are. You know deep down who you have always been. Now remember." I stood up and walked over to her while I was saying this. I had never realized how much taller than her I was. At least 6 inches between me at 6'1" and the top of her head. She looked up at me, the puzzled look on her face again.

"I know you? How?"

 "You know me. We've gone to school together for the past 6 years. We never really got along though. But that's the past. And you'll remember it after the potion wears off, but for now, you know who you are." She looked up at me, the look on her face the same as last night. Like she was pulling memories out of a dream. Her hand moved up to gently touch my cheek, then moved back to touch my hair. My own hand moved up to her brown curls. Her eyes met mine and I saw the haze behind them. "Think, you know who you are." She looked up at me again, as if trying to drag my face out of the haze. She stepped back and looked down, but her hand moved down to my chest, above my heart.

"I'm sorry. I can't remember." Her voice was soft. I pulled her to me and her arms moved around my waist. She buried her head in my chest.

"Shhhh, its ok, Hermione. Your safe here. Safe. Don't worry." I whispered that into her hair, holding her close to me. She fit in my arms perfectly, like we were made from one piece of clay. "Shhhhhh." She looked up at me.

"Did you say my name was Hermione? That's such a pretty name."

"A pretty name for a pretty lady." She smiled at me and blushed.

"Do you know where I could get something to eat? I'm really hungry and I have a massive headache." She smiled sheepishly at me.

"Yeah, want to try the kitchens?"

"Great, let's go." She headed for the bathroom door. I laughed. "What?"

"Wrong door." She blushed bright red.

"Oops."

"Come on, I'll show you to the kitchens." She smiled at me again and we headed for the other door. The halls were mostly empty except for a few students going from class to class. Then I saw the last person Hermione needed to see right now.

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And who is the mystery person? Find out in the next chapter of When Your World Falls Apart. Leave a review and I might update sooner….

~WF~