Disclaimer: I think this is an interesting Chapter.

It didn't take long before Ron was walking down the streets of New York City, Colin at the lead. Lorel had been left in the care of a very confused Molly Weasley, who after getting all the information, promised not to tell Lorel about the reason of Ron's early departure. Not that Lorel really cared.

"Come on, Colin," Ron growled, growing extremely anxious. The freezing cold of New York wasn't helping either. It had been snowing hard ever since they had arrived at their hotel. Colin stopped in front of a building and pointed to it.

"This is it. The modeling agency. But you have to be careful, it's a muggle place so asking for Hermione Weasley won't get you anywhere," he whispered. Harry pulled out a picture.

"We came prepared," he said. Colin nodded and entered, Ginny following after with Ron and Harry at the back. Colin walked up to the receptionist, a woman in her mid twenties. She was quite pretty with long black hair and dark ebony skin. She was talking adamantly on what Ron guessed to be a phone. He'd seen one at Hermione's parent's house often. The woman put the phone down and began scribbling something down. She then looked up at the group and smiled.

"Welcome to Nederfield's Modeling Agency! How can I help you?" she asked in a friendly voice. Colin smiled.

"Hi. We're actually looking for someone… you wouldn't have happened to have seen her?"

"What's the name sir?" the lady asked, looking between the three men with mild interest.

"Lisa. Lisa Blakes," Colin responded. The woman's eyes brightened considerably.

"Lisa! Of course I know Lisa. She's my roommate. Are you friends of hers?" the woman asked cheerfully. Ron slammed his fist on the desk.

"You know where she lives?" he demanded harshly. The woman looked surprised at Ron's attitude and bit her lip. She straightened in her chair. Her eyes narrowed

"First of all, buddy," she said coldly. "I am not allowed to give you private information unless you can prove that you have an intimate connection with the person you're searching for. Otherwise, I suggest you leave," she stated. Ginny took hold of her brother's arm and pulled him back slightly, turning him to her.

"Calm down, Ron. Acting aggressive isn't going to get us anywhere," she whispered before turning to the lady at the table. She glanced down at the woman's nametag.

"Listen… Brandy," she said nicely. "We're Herm… I mean Lisa's family." She glanced over at Ron. "We've been looking for her for seven years and we'd really like to see her." Brandy's face grew pensive for a moment then she looked around at them.

"You… You know who Lisa is?" she asked. It seemed like a strange question, but Ginny knew what she was talking about. She nodded.

"Yes," she said, turning to Harry. She took the picture from him and handed it to Brandy. Brandy took the picture and gasped. It was of her friend. Only she was much younger and was surrounded by what seemed to be the younger version of the woman standing before her and the two men. The red haired one and the raven head. They were all smiling. She looked up at them.

"This isn't photo shopped is it?" she asked suspiciously. Ginny and Ron frowned. Even Harry looked slightly mused but Colin shook his head.

"No, it's not photo shopped," he said. Ron looked around at the people passing by in the lobby.

"Well, can you tell us?" he asked impatiently. Brandy still seemed slightly unconvinced. She looked around then down at the computer before her.

"Lisa's not at home. Actually, she should be leaving right now," she muttered. As if on cue, the elevator near by opened and two people stepped out. One was the man Lisa had been photographed with and the other was Lisa. She was talking to the man and laughing. She was wearing a jeans and a long coat. Her hair was covered by a hat she had put on while exiting the elevator. She was holding gloves in her hand. She and the man stopped and he whispered something to her which made her roll her eyes and smile. She then said something which made the man jump and suddenly sprint towards the revolving doors.

"I'll see you later Lisa," he shouted as he exited the building. She laughed and headed over towards the receptionist desk. She stopped however upon seeing Colin.

"Oh no," she groaned. Brandy popped up before anyone could make a move. Not that they could move. They were so fixated on just seeing her that they couldn't. Ron's mind had gone completely blank. It was as if he had gone back in time and was seeing her for the first time again. She looked beautiful, even in her agitated state. Brandy ran over to Lisa.

"Lisa! These people say they know who you are," she said, pointing to the group. Lisa frowned.

"What do you mean?" she asked. Brandy shook her arm.

"They might be the thing you've been missing. You know… I mean you have no idea who you are. I think they might be able to help you. Look at this," she said shoving the picture in Lisa's hand. Lisa looked down at the photo. She stiffened and her eyes began to water. She looked up at the group.

"Where did you get this?" she asked. There was a long silence. Colin however seemed to be the first to recover from this shock and moved closer to her. He looked around.

"Perhaps this isn't the best place to talk about this," he said. Ron finally shook himself out of it.

"Hermione…" he whispered. Her eyes snapped to his. It was like an explosion. Sparks from her eyes connected with his and they held, Lisa in confusion and Ron in a passion he hadn't felt in a long time. Lisa finally blinked and tore away from his gaze, her cheeks reddening slightly. She squared her shoulders.

"Why do you keep calling me Hermione?" she asked, annoyed. Ginny, noticing that the situation could get worse, especially with Ron in a not so stable state, stepped forward.

"Colin's right. We should find a place much more private," she said. Lisa looked them over with complete distrust. She glanced over at Brandy and then shrugged and started for the door.

"I have to go pick up the girls first," she said over her shoulder. Brandy however, stopped the group from following her out the door.

"I think it would be better if we got going. You can come over to our place," she said, her eyes flickering to Ron. "Lisa will meet us later."

Seeing as they couldn't use magic, it took them a whole our, using the subway, to get to the house Lisa and Brandy shared. Brandy opened the door and let them in. Ron's eyes instantly fell on the floor, which was littered with balls and other chew toys. There was an occasional doll, but other than that it seemed like toys for animals. Ginny stopped at a photo and pointed. It was of Hermione and Brandy, smiling. Ginny glanced between Harry and Ron before continuing to follow Brandy to the family room. As they sat down, Colin looked around.

"Do you own a cat?" he asked. Brandy rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Not me. Lisa. She has four cats," she said. She sat down in a chair and looked over the small, uncomfortable group.

"How do you know Lisa?" she asked. Ginny looked between the men then at Brandy.

"Well, none of us are actually related to her, as in by blood," she said. "Colin's actually just a friend. We are to, but…" she trailed off, her eyes falling on Ron, who seemed to be purposely ignoring the conversation. His mind was on the look Hermione had given him before she had walked off. That utter look of disinterest and distrust. What else had changed about her?

"You are what?" Brandy asked curiously. Ginny opened her mouth to say something but the sudden sound of the door opening stopped her. Suddenly the house was filled with the noise of girls. Two small girls came bounding into the room, their bright red hair filled with snow. They ran over to Brandy, not noticing the other occupants of the room.

"Brandy! You should have seen Athena! She got in a fight again!" the smallest one said. The tallest one rolled her eyes.

"It wasn't my fault. They called Artemis a weirdo just because she smarter then everyone else!" the girl defended.

"Girls! Girls! Upstairs now! And Athena, I'll talk to you later," Lisa said entering the family room. She watched as the girls ran out and froze once noticing the people on the couch. She crossed her arms.

"I suggest someone starts talking right now," she said calmly. Harry couldn't help but snort in amusement. She shot him a dirty look.

"What's so funny?" she demanded. Harry shook his head, looking up at her in amazement.

"It's just… It's been seven years… and you haven't changed," he whispered. Lisa frowned, her hand going up to play with the chain around her neck. She looked at them all.

"Why do you keep calling me Hermione?" she asked softly. The sick feeling that had been creeping into Ron's stomach ever since he had seen her was getting stronger.

"You don't recognize us do you?" he asked gently. Her eyes went to his and she shook her head.

"No…" she whispered. That's when he felt his stomach lurch and he jumped up and ran out of the room to the bathroom he had seen on his way here. Lisa watched him leave with concern.

"Oh my! Is he ok?" she asked worriedly. Ginny got up and excused herself. Harry, though extremely pale, had so far managed to keep his stomach under control. He stood.

"What's the last thing you remember?" he asked calmly. She shrugged.

"That last thing I remember is waking up in the hospital with no memory of who I was and this," she said lifting up the chain. Hooked to it was a ring.

"Oh my God." Lisa turned to see Ginny standing there with Ron, her hand to her mouth. Ron just stared at the ring. It was the wedding ring. He walked over to her, his eyes fixed on the ring. He reached up and took it from her. Lisa, however, wasn't comfortable with his close proximity. She gently pulled it out of his grasp and backed away. She seemed slightly intimidated by him. She walked over to Brandy and sat down in the chair beside her, eyes on Ron.

"If you know so much about me then who am I and who are you?" she asked. Ginny sat down as well.

"You're Hermione Jane Granger…" she paused, her eyes flickering to Ron, then back to Lisa.

"And you are?" she asked. Ginny looked around.

"I'm Ginny Potter. This is my husband Harry Potter, our friend Colin Creevy… and this is my brother. Ron Weasley," she said softly.

"And how did I know you all?" Lisa asked.

"We used to go to school together," Harry said. Brandy raised an eyebrow.

"School friends? Oh please! Old school friends don't go searching after old school friends… they leave that up to the family. And as you said before to me you were Lisa's family…" she said. Her eyes drifted over to Ron. "And judging by one of you, I have a very good feeling that there's more to this than you're willing to tell." Lisa looked around and stood up.

"Look… I need cold hard proof," she said. She held her hand up when Colin pointed to the photo on the table. "Now photos are great and all… but that doesn't prove anything. I know you're a photographer, so making photos seem real comes easy to you… I'm sorry for everything, but I need more to trust than just some picture…" With that said, she started for door.

"You have a small birthmark in the shape of a cross on your right shoulder. You were always self conscious of it. You have a scar running from your sternum to the left side of your naval and you have a large cat scratch on your back," Ron said quietly. Lisa stopped at his voice, her back still faced to them. She then turned around and looked at him, a fearful look in her eyes.

"How do you know all that?" she asked shakily. Ron pointed to the ring around her neck.

"I'm the one who gave that to you," he whispered. Lisa's eyes began to water and she began to shake slightly. Ron stood to go over to her, but she held up her hand and motioned for him to stay away. She looked around and then walked quickly over to one of display cupboards. She bent down and opened the wooden door at the bottom and began shifting around.

"Brandy," she called. The woman got up and crossed over to her distraught friend.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Where is it?" Lisa asked frantically.

"Where is what?" Brandy asked. Lisa kept moving things around.

"The paper! The paper I was found with! Where is it?" she demanded, her voice shaking.

"Lisa calm down, dear. You need to calm down."

"NO! I need to find it," she said, getting up and moving over towards the entrance. Ron reached for her.

"Hermione." She pulled away from him, her eyes still filled with distrust.

"Don't touch me…" she said. It wasn't a threat, nor was it out of fear. It was just said. She walked out of the room and ran upstairs. There were several noises and then she came stumbling down the stairs, a paper in her hand. She marched straight up to Ron and shoved it in his hands, putting her hands on her hips.

"Read it," she ordered rudely. He looked at her.

"What?"

"Read it," she said again in annoyance. He looked down at the paper then up at her.

"Hermione, there's nothing there," he whispered.

"Stop calling me Hermione and what do you mean there's nothing there?" she snapped, grabbing the paper out of his hands. She looked down at the paper then up at him as if he was crazy.

"There are words written here," she said, waving the paper in front of him. Harry got up and took the paper. It as blank.

"Look Hermione, there's nothing there-"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" she screeched. She snatched the paper and before anyone could say a thing, she grabbed her coat and stormed out the back door. Colin watched her go then turned to Brandy.

"What was that?" he asked. Brandy shook her head, crossing over to Harry and taking the paper.

"It's not you… ever since she woke up and saw that thing, she's insisted that there was writing on it. She'd go around telling people that there was a message written in a different language. I've never seen anything…" she explained looking down at the blank, cringed page. It was dirty, torn and singed. Yet there was no writing. Harry glanced over at Ron.

Magic, he mouthed. Ron didn't seem to be paying attention, his eyes still on the backyard where Lisa was currently out of sight.

"Where'd she go?" he asked. Brandy shook her head.

"You should let her cool off. This has been a hard day for her…" she said. Ginny turned to her.

"Do you believe us?" she asked. Brandy looked at the woman.

"What? That you're her family? I have no doubt about that," she said, her eyes on Ron. "I had a feeling there was an intimate connection between you and Lisa," she said quietly. Ron's eyes were still elsewhere.

"Her name's Hermione," he said.

A/N: Hopefully, after Hermione's calmed down, they'll be able to explain the whole thing to her... including the magic part!