Loyalty
Part 21- Who am I?
A/N- Ok… so I just wanted to say… for anyone who reads book 6 (HBP) and reads my story… just pretend like book 6 never happened yet and you are still anxiously awaiting for it to be published. Lol. Because my story is set during year 6… Thanx for the reviews I got!
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter… or anything else for that matter.
Last Time On Loyalty
"Who's? Her…mione?" She grumbled.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I don't know wh… am…"
Hermione's eyes closed again, and she fainted into Harry's arms.
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Harry Potter sat in-between his two best friends. Ron Weasley was on his left, fast asleep, and Hermione Granger was also fast asleep on his right. He had carried Hermione up to the Hospital Wing, blood rushing out of her head, and gave her to Madame Pomphre, who muttered something under her breath before running into her office to get some kind of antidote to stop the bleeding. Ron hadn't wakened through the whole thing, and now as Harry watched his girlfriend sleep, he thought it would be a good time to wake him up.
"Ron…" Harry whispered, nudging him in the back, "Ron wake up."
"No mummy… I didn't hear you and dad…" he grumbled, lifting his eyes slightly.
Harry laughed. "Ron… its Harry. Wake up."
Ron opened his eyes fully and stared at his best friend. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hermione and gulped. "W-what happened to 'Mione?"
"Well… uh… we were on our way back to the Gryffindor Common Room when a, wall sort of fell on her…"
"Wait a minute… a wall? What?" Ron looked very confused.
"I don't know how… but it's the second one that has fallen down."
Ron shook his head. "You're telling me, that a magical school is falling apart?"
"I don't know!" Harry said and turned around to face Hermione, grabbing her hand.
"How bad was she hurt?"
"The only thing she got was a gash on her head. Not a scratch anywhere else. She must have said a spell just before it hit her or something… but she hasn't woken up yet. Madame Pomphre said any time now the potion should wear off."
"How long have you been here?"
"A little over 3 hours."
"Oh."
Ron sighed and lay out on his back. "Harry I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"You have to promise me you won't get mad."
Harry didn't like where this conversation was going. "OK… I promise."
"I uh… told V-Voldemort about the prophecy."
Ron closed his eyes as if Harry was about to start beating him, but he didn't do that. He just sat there, a million thoughts going through his mind.
'It's not Ron's fault… I shouldn't get mad… but now he knows! He can come whenever he wants to kill me, and I'm not ready to fight back. But maybe this is a good thing… he won't go after Hermione, or anyone else I love and care about. Yeah, this could be good…'
"It's ok Ron." Harry sighed, "I think it's a good thing you told him. Now he knows and won't go after anyone else… just me…"
"But Harry, he won't stop at anything to make sure you are dead!"
"Like he wasn't doing that in the first place, before he knew about the prophecy."
"Well… ok. Yeah I guess your right."
Harry turned his chair so he was directly facing his friend, still clutching Hermione's hand, "Ron, tell me what happened… please?"
"But I…"
"Please?"
"OK fine…" Ron took a deep breath and started filling him in on the scarring events. "Well you know what happened at Hermione's house. I jumped in front of those 3 stupefy spells so they wouldn't hit her and then everything went black. I woke up later and I was in a room, a very dark and wet room.
"I don't know how long I was in there before someone finally came in and dragged me into another room. He was a Death Eater, trying to interrogate me about the prophecy, but I didn't tell him. He put me under the imperious curse, but it didn't work. I felt very powerful, fighting off one of the unforgivable's. I think that's what gave me the strength to survive the whole time I was there.
"When that didn't work, he took me into another room, where I was face to face with Voldemort. I was so confident that anything he did to me wouldn't work, but somehow he got it out of me, the prophecy I mean. After that he just locked me back up in the room I originally started in.
"One day someone was standing outside the door having a conversation, and I overheard. They were talking about how they were going to go to Hogsmeade and that would be when they killed you, so they brought me along just in case. Sort of like a bargaining chip. I was left alone with him in the shrieking shack. The last thing I remember is hearing Hermione yell my name, and then I blacked out."
Harry was silent through the whole explanation and was surprised when Ron got to the end. "I-I… I still can't believe you didn't die."
"I can't either, but I'm just glad it's over, and I'm back at school."
"I'm sorry… it's all my fault you had to go through that."
"How is it your fault? I chose to be your friend. I chose to protect Hermione, which cause me to pass out and get in a position to be taken. I could have chosen to run away from you in 1st year and get new friends. I could have left Hermione there to be put in my position. I could have done a lot of things to prevent me from being put in Voldemort's lair, if you want to call it that, but I didn't. Harry, telling me it was your fault, is pretty much saying that your sorry you were born."
This was a blow to Harry. Ron was right… he couldn't be sorry that he was born into this mess, but he still couldn't help but think everything was his fault.
"I'm still sor…"
Harry stopped when he felt something rub against his hand. He turned around to see Hermione stirring in her bed and opened her eyes.
"Thank god your okay!" Harry yelled, pulling her into a hug.
"Get off of me!" She screamed, jumping back into the corner of her bed, as far away from Harry as possible. "Who are you? Where am I?"
Harry and Ron's eyes got huge.
"Hermione it's me… Harry."
"I don't know you… get away from me."
"Hermione calm down." Ron joined in, "It's us… your best friends."
"I d-don't have best friends…"
Harry couldn't take any more of this. "MADAME POMPHRE! COME HERE! IT'S HERMIONE!"
A door to his left slammed shut and Madame Pomphre came rushing out. "What is all the commotion?"
"It's Hermione, s-s-she's acting like she doesn't know who we are." Harry stammered.
"Oh dear… she probably has a concussion. She did loose a lot of blood, and the blow to the head must have triggered something in her memory."
"But you can fix it right?" Ron asked. "I mean you're a good healer…"
"Well… yes I am a good healer… but I don't have what it takes to make someone's memory come back."
"Why are you people talking about me when I'm right here!" Hermione shouted. "I would like to know what's going on! Who are you people?"
Madame Pomphre stepped forward, "Dear, you need to calm down. You had a very heavy object fall on you're head and you still need rest."
"I don't need to rest! I want to know what is going on!"
"You have lost your memory."
"My memory is fine you crazy woman, I think you're the one who lost her mind."
"Ok then… what is your name?" Madame Pomphre asked.
"I'm Hermione Granger. My parents are Jack and Cindy Granger. They're dentist's, and I do not have a concussion."
"How old are you?"
"10."
Madame Pomphre laughed. "Look at yourself dear. Do you look like you're 10 years old?"
Hermione stared down at herself and gasped at what she saw. 'Oh my god… I have breast's…'
"N-no… I don't look 10 years old."
"Exactly. Earlier this evening you were walking down the hall with this young man here." She said, motioning towards Harry, "When a wall fell on top of your head which caused you to forget the past 6 years of your life."
"6? Why 6?"
"That I am not sure of."
"How can I trust you people?"
Harry stepped forward and grabbed Hermione's trembling hand. "Look into my eyes. Do I look like I am going to lie to you?"
Hermione stared at this mysterious boy who claims to be her friend, and practically got lost in his eyes. 'There so green…'
"I-I don't know… what if you're just playing me?"
"And what would I gain from playing you?"
"I don't know. Maybe I am rich and famous and everyone wants my money… I mean, I could have accomplished that in 6 years."
"You're not rich and famous. Well sorta… but that's only because you know me… but that's besides the point."
'Who is this guy? And why do I feel so comfortable around him? And what does he mean by me being sort of famous by knowing him?'
"I'm confused… if you know me so well then why don't you tell me who I am?"
Harry opened his mouth but Madame Pomphre stepped forward with 2 viles in her hand. "Miss Granger you need your rest, and so do you Mr. Weasley. Take these, they will help the pain in your head go away, and the pain in your leg go away."
Madame Pomphre handed the one for the leg to Ron and he gulped it down in an instant. Hermione was more hesitant, but once she saw that Ron didn't die from drinking his, she gulped hers down to.
The last thing she saw were those entrancing green eyes before she fell into a deep sleep.
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A/N- OK… so I had this chapter ready on Friday… but we went camping again… lol. We just got a new camper so were like camping crazy. Lol. REVIEW!