SUMMARY: Hermione looses her two best friends in the war against Voldemort. Because of this, she becomes depressed and flees from the world she loves. To London she goes and chooses to live as a muggle. Six years pass. Hermione slowly begins to forget how to use magic. Will the staff of Hogwarts be able to teach her again before the damage becomes permanent?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.

PAIRINGS: Hermione Granger, Severus Snape (eventually); Rated M

A/N: Thank you to Fuuruma for the review.

CHAPTER TWO

Hermione now sit on an examination table in St. Mungo's Hospital For Magical Maladies and Injuries. As she waited for the healer to arrive, she thought about what could be wrong with her. What if she inhaled some kind of incurable virus? Or, what if she was poisoned and there was no possible remedy to make her well? Her thoughts were broken by the door opening. The healer walked in, clipboard in hand, closing the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man, dressed in a bright green uniform. His hair was blonde and his eyes were just as green as his clothes. Hermione thought he, though a little eccentric, looked like a very nice person.

"Hello. I am Healer Monroe." His voice was deep. "What seems to be the problem..." he glanced at his clipboard, "Ms. Granger?" Hermione smiled weakly.

"Well, that's just it. I don't exactly know."

"You don't know?"

"No."

"Well, lets try this. How have you been feeling lately?"

"I feel...well, its complicated."

"Explain."

"Sometimes I feel fine, but those moments don't last very long." Hermione paused. "I feel...tired."

"Tired?" he began to make notes.

"Yes. And, I lately I've been feeling lazy and drained." Hermione saw him writing still.

"How often do you sleep, Ms. Granger?" Hermione laughed.

"Actually, I get too much sleep."

"And yet you still find yourself exhausted?" She nodded.

"I even went to see a muggle doctor."

"Why would a witch see a muggle physician?"

"Well, you see, I live in muggle London. There isn't magic insight." He raised his eyes at this, but Hermione didn't notice. "Because of that, I thought maybe I had caught a muggle disease of some kind." Hermione saw Healer Monroe looking at her strangely. "What?"

"You said where you live, there is no magic?"

"That's right."

"No magic? Not another witch or wizard in the vicinity?" Hermione shook her head. "No enchantments, no sorcery of any kind.?"

"No. There's nothing. Is that bad?" asked Hermione. He did not answer. "Is it bad?" she asked again, her voice slightly louder. He walked to her, placing his clipboard on a chair that sat by the door.

"Ms. Granger, when was the last time you performed magic?" Hermione gulped.

"What?"

"When was the last time you performed magic?" Hermione had not done any kind of magic since the day Voldemort had been destroyed. That was six years ago. Hermione suddenly felt ashamed she had quit using her powers. She didn't want to discuss it.

"How is that relevant?" she asked.

"It is a standard question, Ms. Granger. I ask it to all my patients."

"So, it has no importance?"

"I did not say that. Sometimes it helps me with my diagnoses." He smiled. Meanwhile, Hermione still hesitated to answer his question. He noticed she was fiddling with her fingers and refused to look at him. She seemed uncertain. "Do you not know the last time you-"

"No, I know!" she answered quickly.

"But you do not wish to tell me?" Hermione did not answer. "More than a week?" She looked at him. She paused, but eventually nodded. "More than a month?" Hermione nodded again. The Healer Monroe looked worried. "More than a year?" he said in disbelief. She nodded once more. "How many years?"

"Six." said Hermione, barely above a whisper.

"Six years?" he said overly shocked.

"That's bad isn't it?" Hermione felt like crying.

"Yes, it is Ms. Granger. You feel this way because you have secluded yourself from magic. Why would you do this?"

"That is none of your business!" snapped Hermione. She hated thinking about that day she lost her best friends. Magic betrayed her. She swore to herself that such power would no longer be a part of her life.

"Ms. Granger, you cannot keep this up. You are a witch. It is in your nature to do magic. For whatever reason you have decided to separate yourself, you have made a big mistake." A part of her knew he was right, but Hermione was determined not to listen.

"I have done well enough so far."

"You call being fatigued all the time well enough?" he countered.

"It's not like I'm unable to function! I am still able to do the things I enjoy!"

"Regardless. If you do not begin to experience your powers again, you will loose all will for it."

"What do you mean?" Hermione became confused. He sighed.

"You cannot erase what you are, Ms. Granger. Magic is a huge part of your life. If you do not embrace it soon, your magic will die," he paused, "and you will never be able to get it back."

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