"Hermione, I love you," the 17 yearold boy croaked out, looking down at her. His eyes glistened with it for her.
"I love you too, Remus." Her heart fluttered as their lips met. This was a moment she would never forget.
Gone.
Lily and Hermione sat in their dorm froom giggling.
"He asked you out!"
Hermione nodded her head slightly, smiling shyly."What did you
say? You have to tell me!" Lily leaned in excitedly, her
stunnign green eyes gleaming.
"What do you think I said? Of
course I said yes! I swear to you, Remus is something else. Hes
something special."
Gone
Hermione sat in Professor Dumbledores office, looking at the younger Dumbledore behind the desk. "Professor, will I ever go back? Its been months. Will I ever go back to my time?"
"Im afraid I cant tell you. Im not sure myself if we can get you back. I am sorry Ms. Granger." The old man had a shadow casted in his eyes as he looked away from her.
Gone.
"Hello! Im Lily Evans, the Gryffindor prefect! Who are you?" The firey redhead introduced her self, smiling wide and her eyes sparkling.
Hermione thought about
how much they looked like Harrys. She would have to tell him, if she
ever got the chance again. "Im Hermione Granger." She
replied, sorry and fear eating away at her. Lily didnt have a
clue.
"Well, welcome to Gryffindor! It looks like we'll be
sharing a dorm! And dont worry, we are all really nice here!"
She smiled and lead Hermione up the stairs to their room.
Gone.
All of Hermiones memories of her trip back were gone erased. The love she shared, the friendships, even the knowledge she'd aquired; all of it was gone. The girl just sat there infront of Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Remus Lupin just a rattled shell.The moment Hermione came back, she was stunned and placed under a sleeping spell to minimize the pain of having her memory swiped. With such the complexity of this memory spell, that was the only way to perform it without having the witch withering in pain. Remus watched as Dumbledore pull the memories out of Hermiones head, and a tear spilled down his cheek. She wouldnt remember a thing, nothing at all. Not even love was strong enough to withstand the power of magic.
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AN: Okay.. how was that for a prolouge? I think it was pretty good. Its been a while since Ive written and if you look at my other stories you'll see I tend not to update often. This was just an idea that hit me today, and the juices were flowing so I wanted to let it out. I hope to update often, but we'll see. Time is my only issue (if only there were more than the 24hrs in a day!)
But anyways, tell me what you think.
CB