"So, like, yesterday, I was out shopping for a new dress when I spotted this really cute guy—"

POP!

Harry and Hermione appeared in the waiting room and after Harry sat Hermione in a nearby chair, he immediately rushed towards the front desk.

"Help!" he shouted, "Someone help!

The lady that had been chatting with another nurse quickly turned around at the sound of his voice. Noticing the panic written in his eyes, she responded, "Alright Sir. Calm down, what seems to be the problem?"

Harry looked at her, took a deep breath, and spoke, "I need to see a Doctor as soon as possible! It's my…my wife!"

"Well, then, can I get a name, there may be a wait…"

"Wait! I need a Damn Doctor and I need him now!" Harry screamed in her face, "Fine then, if you're going to be that way, put down Potter, Harry!"

As soon as the nurse had finished writing the word Potter on the sheet of paper, her eyes widened. "You're Harry Potter?"

Harry, who was too concerned about his wife at the moment, didn't hear her. "What?"

"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived?" she asked again, leaning forward.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, "Why the Hell does that matter! Yes, I'm Harry Potter, big Fuckin' deal! I have more important things on my mind at the moment. Sorry if I sound like an Ass, but I really need a Doctor now!"

The Nurse shrunk back at the tone of his voice and whimpered, "Hold on a second while I go find one…"

She glanced at Harry one more time before she darted out from behind the desk and into the nearest hallway. Harry watched her leave and felt terribly sorry for the way he had treated her; after all she was just doing her job.

Harry sighed and walked over to where he had left Hermione. Hermione looked up at him, then looked around her; confusion written upon her face.

"Harry? What are we doing here?" she asked, pulling him down next to her, "What's wrong with me!"

Hermione screamed the last part before bursting into tears. Harry pulled her into a hug and rubbed circles upon her back to try and calm her down. Just as Hermione had sat back up, the nurse had returned with a Doctor that Harry knew very well.

"Harry, what-" the Doctor looked at Hermione before returning his gaze back to Harry, "Harry, what's wrong with Hermione?"

"Doctor Valenheart! I—I don't know. When she came home, she went straight to the bathroom and when I asked her what had happened today, she couldn't remember and then after a few minutes, she asked me what we had been talking about!" Harry stuttered, trying to tell him every detail.

"How many times do I have tell you, call me Kenneth. Now, quickly, follow me!" he called over his shoulder.

Harry lifted Hermione up into his arms and followed Kenneth to the nearest vacant room. Once inside, Harry laid her down and sat beside her while holding her hand.

"Is there anything we can do?" Harry asked, looking up at Kenneth.

"We can run tests on her, but that's pretty much it," he said, walking to Hermione's side, "We can do a Cat-scan, Blood Test, etc. in a matter of minutes…"

"Well, do what you can, please! And hurry!" Harry replied anxiously.

Kenneth flicked his wand in the air three times and once the third wave was over, a team of Wizards rushed through the door, ready for instructions.

"Ruby, you run the cat-scan! Trent, man the systems! And Rachel, take a sample of her blood! Once the three of you are done, get those reports back to me ASAP! NOW!"

The room had become totally crowded as more wizards arrived. As each finished their test, they left the room and with in a matter of seconds they reappeared with the results. Finally, after the last wizard had finished, Kenneth began to read the them. Harry watched, waiting for the reply.

"Harry, can you step outside the room with me for a moment?" Kenneth asked.

"Sure," Harry gulped.

Harry stood and followed Kenneth outside. Once Kenneth had closed the door, he turned his attention back to Harry.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news, Harry…"

Harry had dreaded those words and now that they were said, he was shocked. "What's wrong with her?"

Kenneth handed the results to Harry as he explained the situation. "Harry, Hermione's been poisoned. The blood test showed that 98 of her blood contained a poison that is used to erase any memories that person may have. In some cases, the poison is used for good reasons, like criminals, but in this case, if we don't act fast, her memories will be wiped out forever."

Harry dropped the folder on the floor and tears had begun to form in his eyes. "Is there anything I or we can do to stop this from happening?"

"There are only two ways to stop this…" Kenneth replied, sadly.

"What are they?" Harry asked, new hope arising.

"There is a potion you can make, but the ingredients are hard to find…"

"And what's the other way?"

"Find the person who gave it to her…"

"Well that won't work…" Harry sighed, looking in the door window to see that Hermione had fallen asleep.

"Kenneth, how long do you suppose we'll have till her memories are completely gone?" Harry asked, turning his head to look at him.

"Well with the rate things are going right now…"

"Yeah…?"

"A month…"