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Harry, Ron, Brandy, Ginny, the Grangers and the rest of the Weasleys, minus the kids, were in the room with two healers and Lisa's unconscious form. Colin had left. The reason Lisa had collapsed was just because of the pressure she was under and her body couldn't handle it.
"Basically a release mechanism," the Head Healer, Greyson, said. Mrs. Granger looked over her daughter with worry.
"Will she wake up soon?" she asked. Greyson nodded.
"Oh yes, she'll be fine," he responded kindly. Ginny stepped forward.
"Healer Greyson," she addressed. Greyson turned to Ginny and nodded.
"What is it, Ginny?" he asked. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the letter Lisa had tried to show them.
"She says there are words on there, but we don't see anything," she told her boss. Greyson frowned, running his hands over the parchment. He looked up.
"Well, I've seen stuff like this before… usually when we get ransom letters and such. We've had people who specialize in this field come in so much and explain it that we actually know quite a few of the parchments ourselves. This…" He paused and turned to the healer beside him. "You remember more than I do about these things. What is this?" The younger healer took the parchment and then her eyes got big.
"I've seen this at the post! This… it's a kind of parchment that uses a password to open it. Forlorn or something," she said. All eyes, for some reason, went to Harry. At first he was confused then he realized why he was the center of attention.
"The Marauder's Map," he whispered. He shook his head.
"We already tried different spells to open it… nothing worked," he said. The healer shook her head and took out her wand.
"Look," she said, tapping the paper. She murmured something inaudible and then the paper glowed. Suddenly words appeared on the parchment. The woman frowned.
"It's a riddle of some sort… like a poem…" she whispered handing the parchment back to Ginny. Ginny held up the paper and read it out loud.
"Make haste, make haste,
At dawns first light,
Indescribable force does come,
Darkness beyond this heart's content
Enters in to destroy the prize,
Not even the gods can save me now…" she trailed off, frowning as well.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mrs. Granger asked, confused. Ginny shrugged.
"I wouldn't know…" she looked up at Bill. "You've always been good at riddles and such," she said, handing him the parchment. He looked over the words carefully. He touched the parchment and then his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"Well, first of all. We know Hermione was in trouble. It was probably night when she wrote this and someone, most likely Malfoy was coming after her," he said. Ron rolled his eyes in frustration.
"Well, that must mean that the explosion transported them somewhere… we know that already," he muttered. Bill shot him a dirty look before continuing.
"The weird thing is… Hermione writes 'gods'. Why would she write gods? She obviously doesn't believe in multiple gods," he murmured. For some strange reason, Charlie grabbed the parchment and ran his eyes over it carefully. His eyes then brightened.
"It's a password. First of all, 'gods' is a clue. But look at the first letter of each line. The spell 'maiden'…" They all looked up to see Ron give a start then snatch the paper. He looked over the words then sudden realization dawned on him.
"Of course! Maiden goddesses," he exclaimed. Molly frowned.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. Ron turned to her.
"Hermione and I were thinking about names for the babies. Names that Hermione liked the best were…"
"The maiden goddesses…" Harry finished. Ron made eye contact with him and nodded before taking out his own wand and tapping one side of the paper.
"Artemis." He tapped the other side of the parchment. "Athena." He tapped the middle. "Aphrodite," he whispered. The paper glowed and then the riddle disappeared and other words took its place. Ron read it quietly, his shoulders sagging as he read.
"What does it say, Ron?" Ginny asked carefully. Ron shook his head and handed her the letter, standing straighter and walking out the room. Again, Ginny read out loud.
"Ron. My location is New York, the magical town of Rendon. Please come quickly. Malfoy's been following me for the past three months. Due to the pregnancy, I have not been able to move much on a count of being noticed in muggle towns, in case Malfoy finds out I'm around. Go to the post of the town and ask for Lisa Blakes. The man at attendance will know what to do. Ron, I'm scared. The girls are…"
"What? The girls are what?" Harry asked urgently. Ginny just shook her head.
"It doesn't say… the letter ends there," she whispered.
"What does that mean?" Fleur asked. Ginny looked up.
"It means something happened… most likely someone attacked," she said. Charlie frowned.
"I've heard of Rendon before. It's famous for much, but it's one of the only wizarding towns in New York. Wouldn't we have heard of an attack?" he asked. Greyson shook his head.
"Not if the deatheaters wiped out the memories of everyone in the tow. I've been to Rendon and it's not a big town. You could easily wipe out memories in a short amount of time. There was a story a few years ago about a fire, but other than that I didn't pay any attention to it. That must have been the time Hermione was there," he whispered. They were all silent, eyes turning to Lisa's prone figure. The younger Healer looked like she was going to speak then stopped herself. Greyson looked down at her.
"What is it, Cunfort?" he asked. The woman looked around then up at her superior.
"Well… I'm not sure… but, isn't there a way to recall the last memories of an Obliterated victim?" she asked softly. Everyone at once started speaking.
"You mean there's a way-"
"Are you saying you can-"
"Why weren't we told-"
"You're telling us-"
"Silence!" Greyson yelled over the commotion. Once he was satisfied, he nodded.
"Yes, there is a way to recall memories from a victim. The reason we didn't tell you is because it doesn't allow the victim to remember anything. The victim is completely asleep during the memory recall and doesn't even know what's going on," he explained. The room was silent for a moment then Harry stood from the seat by Lisa's bed and left the room for a few minutes then entered again with Ron. Ron looked over at Lisa then nodded.
"Let's do it," he said. Greyson nodded and took out his wand. Waving it over Lisa's head, he began to murmur indistinctly. Lisa's body began to shake slightly. The more Greyson murmured the more violently Lisa convulsed.
"What's going on?" Mr. Granger asked, concerned. Cunfort shook her head.
"The harder the memory is to find the more the physical the curse gets. The curse must have been very strong," she observed. Finally, a silvery strand rose up from her temple and she stopped shaking. Greyson nodded to Cunfort. She lifted her own wand and stepped directly behind the strand.
"Miramosa!" she said clearly. A blue light shot from her wand and struck the silver memory. The strand blew back into the wall and expanded into a large screen. Greyson motioned for everyone to gather around.
"Let's see what she has to show us," he said. He lifted his wand and pointed to the screen.
"Consuma!" he yelled. Suddenly the screen expanded all around them. Soon they found themselves standing in a town. It was small with a few people walking about. It was late.
"Over there," Ginny said, pointing over towards a small store. It wasn't what was in the store, but what was walking in front of it. A hooded figure. It was carrying a basket and heading towards the post. Ron was the first to start moving, followed by everyone else. The figure entered the empty post office, with the group right behind it. There was a man standing at register, looking at the paper. The figure approached the man, set down the basket and pulled back the hood. The man looked up and gasped, as did everyone else.
"You… you're Hermione Weasley!" the man exclaimed. Hermione lifted her finger and shushed the man.
"Please! Please be quiet. I think I'm being followed and I don't have much time to stay here," she whispered urgently. The man nodded. He observed Hermione carefully. She was pale with blood trickling down the side of her face. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her hair had been cut to an extremely short length.
"Of course," he whispered. He leaned in. "If you need anything, please feel free to take it. You can stay here until someone comes to get you. By the way, the name's Hunson," he said. She smiled in thanks. She took off her cloak and revealed something that made Ron sit down on the ground right there. Two sleeping babies with curly red hair were strapped to her chest and her back. Leaning down, she pulled the blanket off the basket to reveal another small infant. The man hurriedly came to her aid, helping her take the children off of her.
"Could you keep them behind the register?" she asked. The man nodded and carried two of them while Hermione took the other one. The whole time this was happening, Hermione was frequently glancing out the window in fear. She stood and took the man's arm.
"Do you have Forlorn's parchment?" she asked without delay. The man nodded.
"Yes, of course," he whispered, reaching under the desk and taking out the parchment along with a quill and ink. Thanking him profusely, she took the chair he offered her and sat down; making sure that she was out of sight from the window. They watched her intently, jumping in surprise when something exploded outside. Screaming people ran past the window, pointing. One man came running into the building.
"Hey Hunson! There's someone coming man! You'd better come on!" he yelled before leaving. Hermione's eyes made contact with the man and she screamed as another explosion sounded. The glass blew out, shards flying everywhere. Hermione sat in shock as the pieces struck the poor man in the head. She screamed as he dropped and scrambled over to him. Pulling him out of sight of the window, behind the register, she turned to her crying babes, trying to shut them up quickly.
"Please… for mummy," she whispered. Suddenly a scrunch in the glass shut her up and she pulled herself under the register, closing her eyes, tears now flowing silently from them. The group watched as two men entered the destroyed post office, wands at the ready.
"Deatheaters," Harry whispered. Ron didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the men with loathing. Their eyes snapped to Hermione however who had suddenly reached out and started going through the man's pockets. She bit her lip and pulled back, clutching the dead man's wand. The men looked around. One of them leaned over the counter and smiled seeing the dead man, but missing Hermione. He turned to his partner.
"Hey Grot! Looks like we got ourselves a dead wanker in here," he called. The other man rolled his eyes.
"Well, leave him there, they're no use to us dead," he said as he left the building. The other man took one last glance and then left as well. The babies seemed to have known what was happening and had not made a peep the whole time. Hermione let out the breath she had been holding and crawled out, not looking at the body of the man. She reached down and carefully strapped two of the babies to her chest and back. The other child she picked up and held close as she peeked over the register. Going past the window were dozens of deatheaters, wands pointed at innocent people. Looking for her. Hermione looked around, spotted the back door and crawled awkwardly over to it. The group followed her out the back door and into a small ally. She looked around and then down at the baby in her arms. She closed her eyes.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered. She walked over to a small dumpster and managed to move it slightly. "I can't carry you that far," she said, placing the small child behind the dumpster, making sure nothing touched the little girl. "I'll come back for you when I get help, I promise," she whispered. "And then I'll take you back to England and we'll go see all the sights. You know, have a girl's night before we go back home and see…" her eyes began to well again and she looked away, closing her eyes in heartache. She took a deep breath and leaned in and kissed the child. "See daddy… you're going to meet your daddy and I'll bet the first thing he'll say when he meets you is why couldn't you be boys. But you'll show him when you get older. You, Artemis and Athena will love Quiddich with an unhealthy passion and Ron and I will get into a fight on whether or not you should play because I obviously think it's to dangerous and Ron…," she whispered, trying not to choke up and cry. Everyone's eyes were now on Ron, who was just staring, silent tears running down his heartbroken face. Hermione looked up to the darkening sky.
"Ron… I need you," she murmured before getting up, wiping away some stray tears and turning to leave. Just as she had almost reached the entrance of the ally, a man stepped up, dressed in all black. Hermione immediately raised her wand, backing up.
"Leave me alone," she growled. The man smiled.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. Malfoy's been looking for you," he sneered, raising his own wand. Hermione took another shaky step back. He rolled his eyes.
"Why don't you make this easy and just give up," he suggested. Hermione shook her head. Mrs. Granger was crying.
"She's not going to fire is she?" she whispered. Ginny shook her head.
"If Hermione shoots, the man will shoot back and might hit the babies," she said.
"Stay away from me," Hermione warned, taking the harness that held the babies off of her and gently laying the two girls on the ground by the wall, keeping her eyes on the man. He smiled.
"You're making a mistake," he jeered. Suddenly he attacked and soon lights blinded the ally. When the smoke finally cleared, both were down, bleeding. Hermione's chest was heaving as she gasped for air. There were at least seven slashes across her body, one of them so close to her throat that Ron was afraid she'd start breathing through it and choke on the blood, which she was currently coughing up. Hermione lifted her head off the filthy ground and looked around, spotting the man over towards the entrance. He didn't look any better. She searched for her wand and found it in the middle of the two along with his wand. He noticed it also and soon the two were dragging themselves over to the wands. They now saw that Hermione's leg was grotesquely broken and the man's arm was snapped in half. Hermione was struggling but when she finally grabbed hold of her wand she found herself facing the man's wand. He managed to get to his feet and pointed it straight at her.
"Give up now?" he asked. She kept her head straight and just as he lashed out; she grabbed his leg and yanked it with all the strength she had left. Right after he fell, she was on him, trying to grab the wand from him. Everyone watched with horrified helplessness as Hermione struggled for her life and the life of the three girls. The man finally got his feet under Hermione's stomach and launched her back. Hermione yelped and hit the wall and fell to the ground, not moving.
"Oh my God," Mrs. Granger muttered, burying her head in her husband's chest not able to watch anymore. The deatheater got to his feet and strode over to Hermione, ignoring the crying babies. He lifted his wand.
"Cruci-" Hermione raised her wand, shouted something and suddenly there was a bright flash. Everyone closed their eyes, and when they opened them, they were back in the hospital room. Greyson tapped his wand on his hand.
"That seems to be the point in which Hermione lost her memory," he whispered. No one was listening, eyes on Ron as he sat down in a chair and cried.
A/N: Here you go.
ronandmion4ever: I wanted to put Harry in there, just to show how much things had changed since she had gone.
elbbubniaevili: Well, you know what they say. Things get harder before they get easier.
Cynthia Cacciola: I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Wesker888: I hope this answers your questions.
Dreadnok: Thank you. I like it when I get a review who has read my other stories and knows what type of writing i do.
Chapter Tease:
Lisa looked up and watched as he entered. She blushed and looked down when she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Oh, hey," he whispered, noticing her. She smiled and nodded. Pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice he sat down beside her.
"Are you ok?" he asked carefully. She looked over at him.
"I'm fine really... how's Lorel?" she asked.
"She's sleeping now. She'll be better in the morning," he answered.
"Does she get her bravery from you?"
Ron snorted. "Yeah right. The only thing she got from me were good reflexes and her appitite," he told her. Lisa watched him carefully.
"Harry told me a little about Trinity. What was she like?"
Ron looked down at his hands. "Trinity was beautiful... like you..."