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"Hermione!" He cried, staring at her. The woman looked at him as if he was crazy.
"I'm sorry, who?" she asked, a hint of a British accent in her voice. She looked absolutely beautiful though perhaps the fact that she was wearing sexy lingerie had something to do with it. Her hair was much shorter, like she had cut it, but she looked the same. Just a tad bit older. He couldn't believe it was her.
"Hermione Granger… well, Weasley, but that doesn't matter, it's you!" he exclaimed approaching her. She glanced over at Henry and then at Colin. Her face was etched with fear of him.
"I don't know who this Hermione bird is, but I'm telling you right now, my name is Lisa. So get it right," she snapped. Henry bounded over, frowning.
"What's wrong? Why don't I hear the sound of the camera?" he asked. Colin turned to Henry.
"Wrong? This is Hermione Weasley! That's what's bloody wrong!" he exclaimed pointing to Hermione. Hermione, or rather Lisa, put her hands on her hips, glaring at Colin.
"Why do you keep calling me Hermione? I'm called Lisa," she asked, severely annoyed. Colin turned to her.
"Because you are…" suddenly something hit him. Her attitude. The fact that she kept referring to herself as Lisa. He gave her a cautious look.
"Do… do you know who I am?" he asked.
"You're going to be fired if you don't take some pictures," Henry barked, glaring at Colin. Colin shook his head, his eyes on Lisa. She gave him a curious look and turned back to the other man who was waiting patiently. She walked over to him and shrugged. Colin picked up his camera and began to take pictures, his mind racing. He had to get back to England as fast as he could.
Molly looked up from her cooking to see Harry come in. She smiled and pointed at an owl.
"This owl came in last night," she said. "I think it's for you." He frowned.
"Then why didn't it just come over to our place?" he asked, going over to the bird. The thing held out its leg and Harry took the letter. Reading it he frowned.
"It's from Colin Creevy. He needs to come over today," he said. Ginny came in and smiled.
"Colin! Oh I haven't seen him in ages. I heard he got married in the Caribbean to some model," she exclaimed excitedly. Harry however, didn't seem too excited. He examined the letter carefully.
"He seems to really want to see us," he mumbled. Just then there was some swearing and Ron appeared, holding his head in pain. Molly frowned at him.
"Ronald! How many times do I have to tell you to stop swearing in this house!" she scolded. Ron shot her a look that said he didn't want to hear it and sat down at the table. It had been six days since the incident and Lorel still hadn't talked to him. She would purposely walk out of the room and ignore him. At first it didn't seem to bother him, seeing as he didn't seem to want to be in her company anyway, but after a while, he was growing agitated at her behavior. Harry handed Ron the letter.
"It's from Colin Creevy," he said. Ron looked over the letter and shrugged.
"Ok," he grumbled, forking some food into his mouth. Ginny wrinkled her nose at him and looked away.
"It's a beautiful day outside," she commented, watching the snow fall. Ron snorted.
"Whatever," he mumbled. Ginny shot him a dirty look, but Harry just ignored the two. Soon, there was a crack in the living room and everyone got up. Colin Creevy came rushing in, eyes wide. There was a file in his hand.
"There's something you need to see," he gasped. Ron rolled his eyes.
"If it's pictures of your models again, Creevy, I swear-"
"Shut up!" Colin snapped, taking out photos. "Dammit Ron, you've been like this ever since I came here last. Of course it's of models, but I really think you want to see these," he said. Ron glared at him but looked down at the pictures Colin set down on the coffee table. Ginny gasped and grabbed them.
"Colin… these… these…" she stuttered. Colin nodded.
"They're of Hermione," he whispered. Ron snatched the pictures out of Ginny's hands and stared at them frantically. He froze at the first one.
Hermione…
She was posing with some other guy in lingerie. Her hair was shorter, but other than that she looked exactly the same. She would turn slightly then look off camera and laugh. Ron's heart clenched painfully in his chest and he looked up at Colin, his eyes watering.
"Where did you get these?" he asked quietly, his throat tightening. Colin looked at the rest of the photos.
"New York. She was at a photo shoot with some other women."
"And you didn't bring her back!" Harry growled dangerously, turning to Colin. The man stepped back.
"That's the thing. I tried to talk to her and she looked at me as if she'd never seen me before. She doesn't remember who I am and she refers to herself as Lisa. Lisa Blakes. Henry didn't exactly let me talk to her much after I practically scared her to death with my questions," he explained. Ron looked back down at the pictures and then dropped them to the floor and headed for the stairs.
"Pack your bags, we're going to New York," he said.
A/N: Off to the U.S. of A!
Cynthia Cacciola: Here you go!
Dany Granger Weasley: Hugs right back at you!
Wesker888: Well, not Ron... but yeah, they found Hermione.