"So you're saying that she has been poisoned?" Mr. Granger asked, resting his chin in his hands.
Once the Doctors had completed their examinations and tests, Harry had decided to take Hermione to her childhood home and ask her parents for help.
"Yes, that's what Doctor Valenheart told me. He told me that….I…" Harry stuttered, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to surface.
Mrs. Granger moved to Harry's side, took his hand in hers and squeezed it.
"Its okay, Harry, what did he say?" she asked, fear evident in her voice.
Harry took a deep breath before looking at the Grangers, "I will only have…a-a mon-month…to find the specified ingredients that Dr. Valenheart said was required to make the potion. This means that Hermione will have only a month till her memory is completely erased…"
"A MONTH!" Mrs. Granger screamed, causing Hermione to jerk; for she had fallen asleep shortly after they had arrived.
Mrs. Granger dropped Harry's hand and rose to her feet. Harry had barley gotten a word out of his mouth when she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and began to shake him back and forth, causing Harry to grab the sides of the chair for support.
"JANE! JANE! LET THE POOR BOY GO!" Mr. Granger shouted, springing from the couch to pry his wife off of Harry, "JANE! LET HARRY GO!"
Mrs. Granger shook Harry a final time before loosing her grip on his shirt. Harry slumped back in the chair and drew in gulp of air. As Mrs. Granger realized what she had just done, her hands flew to her mouth and she let out a soft gasp.
"Harry! I am so sorry!" she cried, looking horrified by what she did, "Can you ever forgive me! There was no reason to take that out on you, I'm so sorry!"
"It's quite alright Mrs. Gra—" Harry started.
"Jane, Harry; how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Jane," she said.
"Jane, But I think I have an idea who did this to her. We were attacked about a couple days ago. Hermione passed out from a chemical filled cloth but that was about it; she woke the next morning the same as usual. The kid that attacked us then, I believe, has something to do with this poison…"
"You were attacked before?" Jane asked, "I had figured, that since the three of you had defeated Voldemort, everything would be different…"
"I know, Jane, but there are still a few Deatheaters around and all we know is that this boy works for one," Harry said, sitting forward in his chair.
Boy? You mean to tell us that the person who attacked our daughter is merely a boy?" Mr. Granger asked, anger rising within him.
"Yes, and his name is Darren and I'm pretty sure that is the guy were looking for," Harry said, standing up, "Will the two of you watch over Hermione while I'm gone?"
"We will, Harry, don't worry about us, alright? We'll contact you if she gets worse," Mr. Granger replied, stepping forward to give Harry a hug.
"Thank you so much. Hermione is a very lucky woman to have wonderful parents like you," Harry said, walking over to Hermione's sleeping form.
Harry bent down, whispered a goodbye, and kissed her gently upon her lips. He then stood back up and headed for the front door. Before he had reached the first step, Jane stopped him by laying a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry, you know your parents loved you…"
"I know," Harry muttered. Then with one last smile, his disappeared.
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Harry reappeared just outside Hermione's office door. He sighed to himself as he made his way to her boss's office. When he arrived, he knocked softly.
"Come in!" a voice called from behind the door.
Harry entered to find her boss behind his computer. When he had reached the desk, her boss looked up and his eyes grew wide.
"Harry! How've ya been? Wait, what's wrong?" Mr. Vanstrife asked.
Harry sat down in one of the many leather chairs surrounding Vanstrife's desk.
"It's Hermione…she's been poisoned and I need to know what she did yesterday at work…"
"Oh dear! Yesterday…oh yes, she was assigned a new partner and when lunch rolled around, she took him with her,"
"Can you tell me where I can find this, partner?" Harry asked, growing concerned, "and can you cancel ay appointments or visits for the next month?"
"A month, oh dear, that's terrible. Yes, I'll see that it's done. Actually, her partner is here at this very moment in her office. He arrived shortly before you did," Mr. Vanstrife replied.
"Thanks," Harry said, before leaving the room. Winding around the corner, he finally reached her office. With a small twist of the handle, the door swung open and revealed the one person Harry had no pleasure meeting.
"YOU!" he shouted, entering the room and locking the door behind him. Darren, who hadn't seen Harry enter, jumped up from his desk and backed into the wall. Harry stepped forward and lifted Darren off the floor by the collar of his shirt. "What did you do!"
Darren laughed and snickered but didn't reply.
Harry drew his wand and jabbed it into his neck. "What did you do to her!"
Darren laughed once again before lifting his foot up. Harry was about to ask a third time when he felt a rather strange sensation slither through his head. Harry wavered a moment, letting go of Darren in the process. Then, Harry's vision began to blur, causing him to trip over a chair; landing on the floor with a loud thud.
Looking up, everything around him had begun to go in and out of focus. Harry watched as Darren's silhouette knelt next to him. He then heard Darren laugh once more before darkness consumed him.