Dislcaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter stuff, not the characters nor anything. Christine (you'll find out who she is) is mine however. Basically if you've read it in the books, I don't own it.
Chapter Two: A Long Time Gone
Several months had gone by and there was no sign of Harry Potter or Albus Dumbledore. Harry was safe in the village of Sparta hidden in the mountains. He remained in the home of Henry and Eliza Burden. His memory was gone so he came to understand that he was their son. He took the name of Damien. He lived there for several months but soon wanted to travel the world. After a while he packed his things and went away.
Professor McGonagall had found out about the village of Sparta and went to see if Harry or Albus had resided there. But when she arrived she was too late. The couple said that the boy with the black hair and the lighting bolt scar was long since gone. He never said where he was going, perhaps to find his past. And so it was yet another dead end.
Minerva McGonagall assumed position of Headmistress until he returned. For the first few months everyone seemed to be hopeful. But as time continued their hope seemed to diminish. Everyone believed the two heroes to be dead. Hermione and Ron were taking it really hard.
Harry looked everywhere his feet took him for any sign of the past. He traveled light, picking up a few jobs as he went along. He lived as a Muggle, not knowing of his true heritage. He decided that there must be nothing left for him here in England. So he purchased a ticked on a boat to America.
It was a fishing boat, small and smelly. But it was all he could afford. He worked as a hand in order to pay off part of his ticket. Harry looked nothing the same. He was growing a goatee and his hair was becoming even shaggier. He looked like he was a fisherman. He thought it made him look older, but his green eyes seemed to always give away his youth.
One night a storm approached them. It was a bad storm. The waves were crashing on top of the boat. Everyone was called out to help. Harry, who knew little about the sea or how to function on boat was commanded to stay out of the way. He remained down below on his bunk trying not to puke. He ventured up top for he was growing heavily sick.
And that is when disaster struck. A bolt of lightening struck the mast and broke it in two. Half fell into the ocean. Then a large dark wave came onto the boat and Harry was washed overboard. He managed to catch a piece of floating debris from the mast that had fallen into the ocean. He was bleeding and fading in and out of consciousness. The storm remained strong for the next couple of hours. Harry thought for sure he was going to die.
Ron's memory returned, partially. He remembered very little of the events right after confessing his heart to Hermione. In his mind, he still had not said anything to her and believed that Hermione liked Harry. The two resumed school. They were now in their seventh year at Hogwarts. But things seemed so different without Harry there. Ron was now worrying about his studying and his life after school.
The weeks before the Christmas holidays were not a happy time for the Weasleys and the Granger girl. Harry just seemed to be always on their mind. They even decided to stay at school for the holidays instead of going home. Hermione could usually be found studying in her dorm but Ron avoided the Gryffindor Tower at all costs. Ginny was everywhere, she could never seem to sit still.
"Hermione…" Ginny said one walking into the girl's dormitory.
"Can this wait Ginny, I am finishing an essay for potions."
"Actually no." Hermione put her book down and looked at the red haired girl standing a few feet in front of her. "It is about Ron. I know you have been kind of avoiding him for the past few months. But I really think you should talk to him." Hermione remained silent. That was the last time Ginny said anything to her about it but Hermione still refused to say anything to Ron.
But she finally got the courage on the day of Graduation. It was a sunny day and the sky was bright blue. The two had just finished their last NEWT (potions) and were now walking around the grounds one last time. They knew it wasn't their last day at Hogwarts but it defiantly felt like it. There were lots of people about so Hermione suggested that they go somewhere quieter. She needed to talk to him.
"Ron…"
"Yes Hermione." She was looked at her shoes. He was playing with his hair.
"It has been an interesting school year." He just nodded his head. "I'm glad you've been my friend these past seven years." She said.
"Is that all you needed to talk to me about." His face was turning red from blushing.
"No there's more." She paused and looked up into his eyes. "I love you Ronald Weasley." There was a large smile on his face.
"I love you too Hermione Granger." For the first time in seven years Ron leaned into Hermione and kissed her.
A young girl with short auburn hair was walking along the beach. Her hair was blowing in the wind and her bright blue eyes were sparkling in the moonlight. She loved to walk the beach at night. But there was something different about tonight. She felt it. That was when she saw it. There was a body washed up on the shore. She ran over to it. Her heart stopped when she turned the body over. He looked so young. But he was still breathing. His jet-black hair was all over his face. There was sand in his goatee. When the girl brushed back his hair to look at his face she saw a lightening shaped scar on his forehead.
