Twenty. Hermione
I woke up to the astonishingly bright sun shining through my window. I pulled myself up so that I was resting on my elbows and smiled at the memories of the night before. I really did not think things could be any better.

Looking around my room I saw things totally different. Never before had I noticed how beautiful my room was. The huge windows were bordered by burgundy/red curtains patterned with golden designs. They let in the light which illuminated the brilliant dorm. A picture of Godrick Gryffindor hung near the window and as I approached it to take a closer look I noticed something, or rather someone, walking up the school path.

Glancing quickly at my alarm clock I saw that it was only 6am, who would be entering the school now? I could barely see through the sunshine and only as I opened the window and squinted down at the ground did I notice something was wrong. The person moved oddly, like they couldn't walk properly. How could I not notice that unusually large form?

I jumped down off my window sill and hurriedly left the heads common room, still in my pyjamas. I skidded around every corner taking as many short cuts as I could, making my towards the Gryffindor wing.

I leapt through the portrait hole as soon as I was permitted entrance and sprinted up the stairs to the boy's dormitories. Only when I had awoken Harry and Ron did I stop for breath; I had to, in order to speak.

"You need to come with me," I struggled to say. A stitch was rising in both sides.

"What, Hermione, it's not long past 6, lessons don't start for another two hours." Ron said through multiple yawns.

I pulled the sheets back off both of them as I pleaded them to follow me. "Please," I panted.

Eventually they realised something important was happening and made no more attempts at getting me to leave. Once again I was off, running as fast as I could through the corridors. This time, heading for the main entrance.

I knew he should have been inside already, so when we got just by the doors and he wasn't there, I began to panic.

I started flicking my wand at the locks in a quick attempt at opening it.

"Don't just stand there and watch me, help. He could be dying." This seemed to motivate the boys into action and they began shooting spells towards the door.

Slowly the doors began opening and it was Harry that first ran towards the still form a little way down the path. By the time Ron and my self had made it to his side he was shaking the limp figure and shouting loudly at it.

"Hagrid, Hagrid…Hagrid get up!"

There was no movement.

Slow tears slide down my face as I stood there unable to move. I heard Harry whimper something about getting McGonagall and didn't even notice Ron leave. Lost in memories and thoughts it was only when I heard that familiar grunting that I lifted my head up in hope.

Slowly he was lifting himself to his feet; Harry stared at him in amazement before grabbing him into his own bone crushing hug. Hagrid swayed slightly on the spot before I too put weight on him to keep him up.

"Hagrid," I said still crying, although through happy tears now, not sad. "We thought you were dead. There was no pulse."

"That'll be me thick skins fault tha will, s'always hidden it," he said in a pained voice, but with a wonky smile.

In seconds McGonagall arrived accompanied by Flitwick, Luton and Filch. A stretcher was summoned and Hagrid was soon in a bed at the hospital wing, cuts healed and bruises covered; several broken bones were on the mend.

"Are you ready to tell us what happened Hagrid?" McGonagall asked.

He looked away from her face as he spoke, "I don't know." He said. "They've done summit to me, evr'day I had less and less memories. I tried remembering, I knew I was loosing memories but I just couldn't hold on to em." A slow tear trickled down his face. "Now I'm no use," he said sadly.

"Oh Hagrid," I said, settling my self on the side of his bed. "Of course you're of use. But surely you remember how you escaped?"

He raised a hand to his head in an attempt to run his fingers through his matted hair as he thought. "I remember, but I'm not exactly sure how it appened. They had me lock'd up in some sorta room; all magically lock'd an stuff. An then, it was open. There was someone there, when I left, I jus seen em leave rounda corner."

Everyone stared at him in amazement. He was lucky to be there.

"You didn't see their face then im guessing?" Luton asked. "And you're sure they never gave you something to make you think all this, and its all part of a plan?"

"Like I said, I don r'member anything." He said, shrugging.

Luton hurried off and returned with an assortment of potions. After pouring a few into Hagrid's mouth he announced that he was quite sure they had not given him anything, but just in case, he had given him a counter curse potion which would neutralise any potion taken in the last few days.

Harry, Ron and I spent the rest of the day in the hospital wing with Hagrid; which made Ron very pleased that we got to miss lessons. We caught him up on everything that had been happening at school, which was when I remembered Draco. I had to tell people soon.

I ran back to the heads dorm as soon as we were ushered out of the hospital wing. I had to go and see him now, no matter how late it was. I didn't even think of writing to him first, I set off straight away.