The memory Game

By; Wrinkles The Troll

Started on: June 29 2005

Disclaimer:

I own nothing related to Harry Potter.

I own only this plot, the scenes, and

Possible random characters in this

Story. This is why;

J.K: She really thinks she'll get something worth her while this time, eh Harry?

Harry: -snickers-

J.K: Yup… we really got her good. Well… gotta go! She's expecting meh!

Meanwhile...

Me: Yes! Amelia! We've done it! We've cracked t he code!

Amelia: yup. I'm sure proud of ya.

Me: -eyes her suspiciously- I thought you'd be jumpin!

Amelia: Nope. –Unzips a full body suit- 'Cause I've gottcha!

Me: J.K! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

I really need to learn to pay attention to glaringly obvious zippers on my best friend's face.

Summary:

Memories Memories Memories. Over 5 years worth of memories gone for a small girl, casted away in The dark lord's last moments. Another one's loved ones gone, now just a whisper in her past. What else could befall our favorite group? Chapter Two:

The bloody brilliant.

Hermione found herself in the Library, as she had been doing for the past week. Never knowing how she got there, or even when she got there, but she was, like always, there. Ron had, like always, been searching for her. You'd think that he'd learn by now to always look in the Library first. Hermione's place of solitude. Her sanctuary. But you have to remember. Ron is Ron. But this time, it took Ron a little longer. He kept finding himself wandering down a lonely corridor, with no idea how he himself got there. Finally, his heart set on finding the library, he set off.

He walked through the double doors and went straight to the doors of the restricted section. Not stopping at them, but going past them, he found a small table, that held no one other than Hermione and the various books she had picked up on the way back here.

"Hello love." He said, stroking her hair.

She smiled up at him, "Hey Ron."

"Seen Ginny today?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Today was better than most. Yesterday, I finished telling her the very detailed description of first year, and today I started on the second year. Kind of difficult seeing that she's a year behind us, but I tried my best. I told her of everything that I could possibly remember, and then the most wonderful thing happened Ron!"

"What?" he asked hurriedly.

"Well I was telling her about the basilisk, well what I could remember from Harry telling me, and she corrected me Ron! She knew something about it! I said, 'then the basilisk came out, it was yellow with orange blots.' And she shook her head and said 'no. It was orange with red blots.' Can't you see Ron! And then I asked Harry about it, and he said she was right!"

Ron's face glittered with excitement. "That's great 'Mione!"

He pulled her up and twirled her around. "Want to go visit her again?"

She nodded and they started to the infirmary.

They opened the door, about to burst in when they saw Harry And Ginny sitting together, just talking, occasionally laughing. Hermione pulled Ron back, and they headed to the common room.

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"So Harry, your telling me, that I've gone out with 7 guys in the last 9 months?"

He nodded, "In fact, I know you even went farther than snogging with one guy..."

She stared, "Who?"

He blushed, "Err…. Me..."

She grinned, "I'm glad it was with someone I remember then."

He stared at her wide-eyed. "You remember me?"

She nodded her head, "Vaguely. Earlier, Hermione was telling me about the basilisk. All of a sudden, I get this……. Vision like thing… I remember I was huddled in the back of a cave, just lying there. A very frazzled boy with raven-black hair was fighting this huge snake with a long, long sword. Then I remember this evil…menacing cackle. But that's it. It just stops there."

He grinned, "You remember me."

She laughed. Not just a small laugh either. Harry savored it. It was rich, honey filled, she threw her head back, and just let it go. "Yes Harry. I remember you."

He grinned and pulled her off of the hospital bed "You remember me."

She giggled and ruffled his hair, "Yes Harry. I, Ginerva Molly Weasley remember You, Harry James Potter."

He yelped and spun her around.

"And you want to know something really really weird Harry?"

He nodded, "Sure."

"That's the only memory I have of you. But I feel like I've known you forever. I feel like I know you. I'm always so comfortable around you, instead of feeling like I'm just meeting you."

He smiled sheepishly and kissed her on the cheek, then leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Yay." Then he kissed her again.

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"Erm Ron?" Hermione muttered, "Ro-

"Yes love?" he asked, pulling up from her neck.

She rolled her eyes, "You do realize that we didn't lock the door. Anyone could walk in."

He grumbled something about crushed spirits and made his way over to the door, locking it he came back and lunged at Hermione.

"Yes, and now I have to pee." She said, standing up just as he made contact with the couch.

He groaned and cursed her, but she just laughed, "Oh please Ronald," She said, emphasizing his first name, "grow up" She laughed and walked into the bathroom.

Just then, Harry waltzed in and found Ron lying motionless on the bed.

"Erm Mate? You alive?" he asked, sitting on his own bed.

Ron groaned.

"Almost had her, did you?"

Ron raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know?"

Harry grinned:Had to use Alamorah to unlock the door mate, Next time use the Room of Requirement. It has built in silencing charms, and locks itself."

Hermione stepped back into the room, "Oh hello Harry." She grinned.

"Hey Herms."

She frowned, "Oh wait. I thought you were with Ginny."

He nodded, " I was."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"She fell asleep."

"oh."

"Its weird though. One minute you'd never know that she lost her memory. The next minute , she's like, 'when did that happen?'"

Hermione nodded as she sat down beside him. "Yeah, she was like that this morning too."

Ron stood up, "Hey! I haven't talked to her today!" And he ran out.

Hermione looked skeptical. "He was very…excited."

Harry nodded and shook his head, "Poor man." Then he grinned. " His sister's memory is gone and he can't get anything from his girlfriend."

Hermione slapped his arm playfully. "Harry! I'm appalled!"

He chuckled. "Sorry Herms. Couldn't help it."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course you couldn't."

Just then, Fawkes knocked on the window. Harry stood up and opened it, taking the roll of parchment from him. After giving Harry an affectionate nip, he flew off into the night.

Harry unrolled the letter;

To Mr. Harry Potter

From Mr. Albus Dumbledore

March 19

Dear Mister Potter;

I have a idea.

When someone has their memory removed, it must go somewhere, am I correct? Well I think that it is very possible that every single removed memory is locked up somewhere. In some sort of….pensive. I am leaving it to you Harry, to find that pensive and sort through each memory, deciding which to let free. I warn you Harry, that if you let some Memories free, you could very well be endangering the wizarding world. Choose carefully.

Ah yes, and if you have any questions, feel free to let me know.

Yours always,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry looked up from the parchment and handed it to Hermione as he sat down. He shook his head and sighed, "Sometimes, that man confuses me with his odd, twisted ways."

Hermione just laughed. "And off to the library we go." She said curtly and walked off. Harry, seeing no other choice than too follow her, stood up and rolled his eyes.

10 minutes later, he found himself in the restricted section, following close behind Hermione under the invisibility cloak.

"Hermione?"

"Shhh!"

He waited.

"Hermione?"

"Harry! Quiet!"

He rolled his eyes.

"Hermione."

"What Harry!" She turned around.

"What are we looking for?"

"A book called, 'Memory Pensives.' Harry. Your so dense!"

He nodded, "Of Course."

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, "Here it is!"

"Why else would you stop?"

"Just take it, you big oaf, and get us back up to the common room."

"As you wish milady."

"Harry! Just go!" She said, pinching his arm.

"Right." And he lead the way out of the Library.

Later in the Common Room…

"It says here Harry, that a Pensive will store any amount of memory. Not matter how small, no matter how large. A pensive can even be in the shape of a small pocket watch, as long as it is formed correctly."

"So, What's your point 'Mione."

"That it's hopeless."

"Oh. Wonderful."

"Mmm.. But we could go ask Dumbledore.."

Harry shook his head, "We'd just be lining ourselves up for more mind-boggling tongue twisters."

Hermione smiled, "We'll talk to him during breakfast. Good night Harry." She said as she gave him a small hug and headed upstairs.

Harry sighed and started to the boy's dormitory when he heard a 'oof' from the direction of the fire. He turned around, "Sirius?"

The tall figure smiled, "Hello Harry!"

Harry grinned and ran back down the spiraling stairs. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, can't I come see my favorite godson?"

"As long as I'm the one your talking about."

Sirius chuckled and walked over to Harry to hug him. "So how goes everything? How's Ginners?"

Harry looked at him strangely, "How'd you know about Ginners?"

Sirius rolled his eyes and ruffled Harry's hair, "She is only the every topic of every sentence of every letter I get."

Harry grinned, "Sorry."

"No problem mate, but here, sit down."

"You didn't just come to see your favorite godson did you?"

Sirius eyed Harry warily. "Sometimes, your too wise for your age Harry. But no, I'm not here just for a visit. Has Dumbledore told you something about some sort of.. Erm… pensive? A memory pensive? THE memory pensive to be exact?"

Harry pulled up the book he and Hermione had been searching in.

"Ah Hermione, always the smart one." Sirius continued, "The exact book I'd been hoping for." Sirius started flipping through the book, "And I'm guessing you know, that the pensive could be anything really, anything at all. It could even be a necklace. A ring. A pocket watch. It could be an odd muggle device in America, it could be a wizard's broken wand, buried deep, deep in a grave with it's owner."

Harry nodded. "Hermione thinks it hopeless."

"It is."

"Then why is Dumbledore..."

"That old man is wise, I promise you Harry. No one has any clue what he's getting at with this pensive thing, but for right now, all we can do is hope and pray that he's right."

Harry nodded and yawned, but tried to hide that his eyes were drooping constantly. Sirius smiled, "Now go on Harry. You need your rest now." He said standing and walking over to the fire, "Go on."

Harry nodded and stood up, barely making it to the stair, "Gooitsirus" Harry said in the middle of a loud yawn. Sirius chuckled and stepped into the fire.

At Breakfast….

"Good morning' Harry." Ron mumbled as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Morning Ron."

Hermione grinned up at Harry "Lets go."

Harry grumbled and started towards the teacher table with Hermione at his side. "Hermione, do we have too?" He whined

"Yes."

"But Why?" He squeeked, "I talked to Sirius last night and-

"you talked to Sirius?"

Harry nodded, "Right after you left. He knows about the pensive, and he thinks it hopeless too. But he said we have to trust Dumbledore and hope whatever he thinks is right, is right."

Hermione nodded, "Okay. But we still need to talk to him."

They neared the table when Hermione stopped. "Where's Snape?" She whispered to Harry. But he just shrugged, not minding if his least favorite professor was missing.

"Ah Harry. Hermione. Good morning! Now what can I do for you?" Dumbledore smiled.

"Er.." Harry started.

"Me and Harry need to speak to you sir. WE think that it's very hopeless for Harry to go out searching for the memory pensive that could very well be anything, anywhere, and at any time."

"Any time Hermione?" Harry inturupted.

She nodded, "Yes."

Dumbledore smiled, "Trust me, my child, Just trust me. But I do have one question for you."

She eyed him suspiciously. "Yes?"

"When exactly did you receive Fawkes and the letter?"

"Last night."

Dumbledore looked worried. "Alright."

AN;

I know I know I'm soo sorry! It took me longer than expected. Silly me got distracted every few seconds . I know the ending is a bit… odd…ish… but Oh well. I'm tired and I want to get this posted. Thanks for reading! R&R!