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Chapter Two
August 12th 2022
As her scream stopped her eye went wide. "Harry Potter! Why are you in my bed? Why were you touching me that way? And why do you look so much older?" She asked in shock and instinctively grabbed her wand under her pillow.
Older Harry did the same and pointed his wand at her. "In the chamber of secrets Hermione said what to me before I went forward on my own?"
"Seriously?"
"Answer the question." Harry said with a look of death in his eye. She would never admit it but it frightened her.
"Good try but I was petrified and I didn't say anything to you." She replied and looked at him. His eyes soften though he didn't drop his wand. "On our plane ride to Australia what did Ron say to the pair of us before landing?" and asked again
"Do you think Australians cook as well as British?" she replied again.
"What did I say to you when I held Albus for the first time?" He asked again.
"Harry, who is Albus? Do you mean Professor Dumbledore? Why were you holding him?" Hermione questioned.
"What year is it Hermione?" Harry asked ignoring her questions.
"2000." She replied annoyed. "You still haven't answered my questions. Why are you're in my bed touching me that way?"
"Oh my gosh!" Harry exclaimed and dropped his wand. "What is your last memory?"
"I went out with Lavender, to some bloody pub in Dublin." She said expecting him to know that. Harry body grew tense and his eyes were searching hers for something. "What are you going on about Harry?" Hermione asked with a hint of fear in her voice.
"Don't freak out but its August 12th 2022." He said and her eyes shot open.
"What do you mean 2022?"
Harry waved his wand and held out his hand expecting something. She made an educated guess that he summoned some form of evidence and she was right when she saw a newspaper flying into his hand. He held it out and she saw the date. August 12th 2022.
"How do I know you're even Harry Potter? Why should I believe you?" Hermione asked as his wand was down.
Harry looked at her with disbelief. "In Australia you lost at a game of scrabble against your father- Jim Granger. Last thing I told you before you left for your eighth year at Hogwarts was; 'Be safe, do well and stay out of trouble for once Ms. Granger.'" Harry said confidently knowing that those two memories only very selected people knew about. She looked softened and he added; "and you have a dimple on your right butt cheek." She blushed a bright shade of pink.
"How do you know that?" She asked.
"We're married. Twenty years yesterday." He said and flashed her his ring causing her to look down at her hand and found a simple ruby engagement ring with a simple wedding band, both rings in rose gold.
"Why don't I have any memory of the last twenty two years Harry?" She inquired this time the fear was evident in her voice.
"I have no idea Hermione. How will I explain this to the kids?" He asked himself out loud.
"Kids?" Hermione asked although he could see she already formulated the answer in her head.
"How about I explain what happened over the last twenty two years." Hermione nodded and waited for him to start. "We're married. Twenty years yesterday." He repeated and looked at her ring. "We have three children. James Sirius Potter, he's the oldest." Harry said trying to enlighten her.
"Is he like his name sake?" Hermione asked curiously and moved into a sitting position.
"In every worst way! He looks just like my dad to! He has your brown eye and my black hair. Oh hold on." Harry joked and sat upright as well. He waved his wand again holding out his hand like he did before. This time a large book came towards him, "Our family photo album." Hermione moved closer to him and Harry opened the album and quickly moved through looking for what Hermione assumed to be a picture of James.
"Harry, start at the beginning." She softly instructed.
"Sorry." He mumbled and opened the book on the first page. The first picture was one of Harry and Hermione in a massive rose garden. Harry was on one knee and Hermione was smiling and nodding. "The day we got engaged." He explained as he notice the picture she was watching. "Oh this one is our engagement party at the Burrow." He said and pointed towards a picture of them kissing slyly in front of a sea of red heads. He then pointed to another picture. "Our rehearsal dinner. Ginny hosted it at the three broomsticks." In the picture they were embraced in a side hug and each had what looked like champagne in their hand.
"Our wedding? At Hogwarts?" She asked as he watched a picture of them at Hogwarts in a white princess ball gown dress and Harry in wizard dress robes. "How did we get Professor Mcgonagall to agree to that?"
"We asked and she agreed. She said it was a pleasure to see her favorite student get married at Hogwarts. She didn't mean me." He said noticing the look of disbelief on her face.
He turned the page and smiled. "This was our first home. Three bedroom two bath in Godric's Hollow." Harry looked at her. Her brow came together as she examined the pictures of her and Harry in the house he just called their first home. "We live in Wiltshire now. We moved here after we had Lily, our last child."
"Wiltshire? Isn't that where the Malfoy's live?" She is with uncertainty.
"Yes. They are our neighbors if you want to call them that they live on the edge of Wiltshire. About ten houses away." He said like it was perfectly normal.
There was an awkward silence for a few moments between them. "This is you pregnant with James." He explained as he turned the page and showed Hermione with her stomach exposed and Harry kissing it at what appeared to be a monthly interval. The last picture was her holding a baby with a full head of black hair. She was completely smitten. "He's perfect." She whispered as she watched the picture of her and James. Harry turned the page and Hermione started to get teary eyed. She instantly knew everything he was saying was true.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" Harry asked out of habit.
Hermione looked uncomfortable by the affectionate pet name but answered indifferently towards it; "I can't remember my son." She whispered and gently turned the page where she saw multiple pictures of Harry and her playing with their son. She smiled at the pictures gently passing her fingers over them. In the last one she noticed she had a pregnant belly again.
"You were pregnant again with our second Albus Severus Potter." Harry explained and turned the page showing a the identical set of pictured as before except she knew they were for Albus.
"He's a lot like you. He reads a lot and he is the head of his class. Don't play sports like Lily and James but the most powerful with a wand. He's sixteen, sixth year at Hogwarts." He said as Hermione watched the pictures.
"Oh my gods Harry he looks everything like you!" Did he take any of my physical features?"
"He has your toes." Harry joked. Hermione didn't think that so funny.
For a few pages there were multiple pictures of the family of four. They looked so happy Hermione's heart was breaking. Then she noticed a picture of her sons kissing her stomach.
"That's when we found out we were having Lily Ginny Potter. She's in forth year and believe it or not the only Potter to ever be sorted into Slytherin. She has my eyes but looks everything like you, but she is everything like James, quick temper, good on a broom and intelligent."
"Sounds like you." Hermione smiled and intertwined her hands in his. Harry smiled at the gesture.
The room grew silent as Hermione watched the pictures of her family. "Are you still an auror?"
"Not exactly." Harry replied with a nervous chuckle. "I'm the Minister of Magic."
Hermione quickly embraced him. "Congratulations Harry! That's amazing!"
"Thank you." He said and got flushed. "You're pretty amazing too. You're a historian and the head of governing board for Hogwarts."
"What about my job at the ministry?" Hermione asked sounding intrigued.
"You left it the fall of the fall of the year you think it is. There was a lot of books being written about the war and you thought they were all wrong and thus took it upon yourself to write the true series of events omitting a few key points and then you started venturing into the history of prominent individuals and their work." Harry explained. "Then about ten years ago you got voted onto the board of governors and then within three years was voted the head of the board; mainly because you have the most visions for growth for Hogwarts. You have practically reinvented the syllabus."
"I'm only allowed to do so much because my husband is the minister and the headmistress loves me."
Harry opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again.
"What?"
"Professor McGonagall died last year. Neville is Headmaster now." Hermione's face screamed sorrow and excitement at the same time. "You were actually considered for the post but you chose to retain your job. James and Lily came up with a full blown presentation as to why you shouldn't be Headmistress. They even had a written essay about why you shouldn't." Harry said jovially.
"This is too much Harry." She whispered softly. Harry looked at her uncertainly. "We look like we have this amazing life together I just wish I remembered it."
"Me too." He whispered and then looked away. "How about we get you over to St. Mungos to get tested out, maybe they can figure out what's wrong."
"Harry, according to what you said yesterday was our anniversary, you're the minister of magic, and I have no memory of our relationship today. If we go to St. Mungos they will give this over to the auror department for investigation and it will be public. They will think we had a fight and you tried to oblivate me or worse you just wanted to oblivate me and find an easy way out of this relationship. We need to get someone who will not turn this over to the auror department."
"Hermione I don't care if everyone thinks I tried to hurt you. I just want my wife back."
Hermione gave him a small understanding smile. "We must know someone who would do this for us without following hospital protocols."
"I understand you have my best interest at heart, but I would rather the Healers look at you and the aurors get involved. I mean it's our best bet to get to the bottom of this."
Hermione looked at him for a moment and then sighed. "You're right. I'll go get ready then." She said and slowly got out of the bed.
"Great! Bathroom is that way and the closet is the through the door at the end of the bathroom." He said before she could ask. "I'll go get us some breakfast, and then hit the shower in our guest bedroom. You should be ready by then and we will both go down to eat together."
Hermione nodded and made her way to the door Harry pointed to. She walked into a room she did not expect. The bathroom had white marble floors with all black cabinets and accents. Towards the middle of the large rectangular room there was a large tub, to the left was and glass enclosed shower and a few feet further from the shower was what she believed to be an enclosed toilet with a bubble glass door. To the right of the tub was his and hers skins with her's and Harry's respective toiletries. The last thing she noticed was the large double oak doors that she figured lead to the closet.
Hermione moved to the mirror to get a good look at herself. She was defiantly older. Her stomach was bigger than she remembered for one, although not unsightly. The joys of being a mother of three she mused. She was starting to develop wrinkles and her hair was tamed and cut to her shoulders. She didn't look bad but she was no longer her twenty one self. She quickly moved away from the mirror and into the shower to get ready for her long day at St. Mungos.
As Harry had promised he was back in the room waiting for her when she left the massive walking closet. He was dressed in professional robes making Hermione feel under dressed with her slacks and three quarter inch sleeved striped top.
"Should I go change?" she asked timidly.
"Oh no. You look fine. I have to run into the office during your examination but I will be back before the results are read." He said casually. "Now let's head down for breakfast. My assistant and the secretary of state is downstairs and I will be briefed about a few things while you eat I hope that is alright."
"What about us eating together." She asked.
"There's a war going on." He said uneasily. "Our government is working hard to help end it. I'm just going to give them a few tasks so that I can take some time with you."
"It's alright I guess. I mean you are the Minister of Magic." Hermione said dejectedly.
Harry nodded without looking at her and then moved towards the door and opened it for her.
They walked in silence as Harry led the way from the master bedroom and down a flight of stairs where she noticed multiple doors. "What are those?" Hermione asked breaking the silence.
"The kids room and other there is our individual offices and a guest bedroom." He replied pointing left to right respectively.
"We live on a floor by ourselves?" Hermione asked as they kept going down the stairs.
"Yeah. It was one of the things that made me want this house so much." He replied suggestively. "On the ground floor there is a formal dining room that sits roughly forty persons. All of our family and friends." He said quickly when she opened her eyes at the number. "We also have a family room, a foo room a kitchen with an informal dining room and a lounge where we entertain."
"I'll explore it all later." she said and they reached the bottom of the stairs.
Hermione followed Harry into the informal dining room at lay to the side of the kitchen. She noticed in the kitchen there was an island towards the center of the room with granite counter tops matching the counter space under the cabinets. The kitchen was the same shade of cream that seemed to be apparent in the rest of the house and large oak cabinets. Hermione smiled as she observed all the typical kitchen appliances of a regular muggle home all in black except the double sided sink that was silver.
The informal dining room has a small round wooden table with five chairs around it. She immediately notice a plate set with toast, eggs and bacon with a cup of tea and orange juice to the side. She immediately realized how hungry she truly was. "Thank you." She smiled and sat down to eat.
"I'll be in the next room." He said and moved out of the kitchen, hesitating but still giving her a kiss on her temple.
Hermione sat at the table and took a moment to look out the large glass windows that surrounded the table. She saw a small quidditch pitch, through one of the windows and the other two she saw a small pool with a large entertaining area. This house was definitely becoming everything she ever wanted in a home.
Hermione realized she had been looking out the windows for a while when she heard faint laughing coming from the direction Harry went off into. She immediately started to eat as quickly as she could without stuffing her face like Ron. One thousand questions popped into her head about her redhead friend. She made a mental note to ask about him later.
When she was done she placed the empty plate in the sink and moved off in the direction Harry had earlier moved to. To her surprise she noticed the two amazingly attractive and young women sitting talking to Harry. Both were blond and two sizes too small. Hermione suddenly felt insecure and jealous that Harry worked so closely with these women.
"Harry." Hermione called sternly and but somehow gracefully.
Harry turned and gave her a quick smile. "Alright ladies, I'll see you both in a few minutes at the office. Jessica I would like you to get the Chief of each European Magical Interpol briefed and up to date with the current situation with China and Russia last night. Megan be sure to get the kids and bring them over to St. Mungos, then insure that anything Hermione asks for you provided and try and keep everything under the radar as much as you can, goes for both of you." Both women nodded at the instructions given by Harry and stepped through the fire place.
"I'm sorry I brought work home." He said as he stood up and moved towards Hermione. "I'm Sorry but there is a conference this morning and I'm already late. I can't explain what is happening with the middle east in a few moments but there is a big unrest and European Union is working to bring peace and do It's best to prevent magical advantages." Harry explained gently.
Hermione inhaled deeply as she watched the man before her. "Well I shouldn't keep you from your job. I know where St. Mungos is. I can find my way and you can always be present when your work is done."
"Hermione," Harry said softly hoping to ease the building tension in the room.
"Go save the world Harry." She said and gently walked passed him and left the foo room with a soft exclamation "St. Mungos."
Once Hermione arrived at ST. Mungos a Healer immediately approached her. He looked terribly green and scared. Hermione quickly ruled out the young man's fear as inexperience rather than it was the First lady of Magic standing in front of her.
"I need to see a healer who specializes in memory charms but also an extremely skilled potions master and skilled in Legilimency." She asked curtly.
"That would be healer Malfoy. He's on the third floor, he's generally fully booked but I reckon you can get an appointment with him First Lady Potter"
"Thank you." She replied and was on her way to the third floor. After carefully asking to see Malfoy saying it was an emergency without saying to much she was allowed to go in for a consultation session with Healer Malfoy. He came in the room, looking just like he did at school, if not just a few years older. She ruled that out as some sort of anti-aging potion that worked wonders.
Hermione could not explain what is what but her gut told her to trust him. That he was no longer the boy from school. "Maybe we became friends over the years." Hermione reasoned as he approached her. His smile grew almost to a large grin.
"Hermione, what are you doing here?" He asked as he led her into his private examination room. After he was seated across from her he got out his quill and parchment getting ready for a routine examination.
"The strangest thing happened and I wanted to see if you could help me with it." He looked at her curiously and she continued, "I have no memory of the last twenty years. Harry told me we are in 2022 but it feels like 2000 to me." Malfoy looked at her with wide eyes.
"So tell me; what is the last thing you remember?" He asked while grabbing his quill to start making notes.
"I went out with Lavender. Ginny was supposed to join us but her training went on late and she was too tired to join us."
Draco Malfoy looked at Hermione as though she had grown another head. He scribbled a note quickly on his notepad and charmed it to leave the office. "I'm going to have my secretary gather all the articles written on you in 2000." Hermione nodded. "I would like to perform a few charms and see what's going on in your mind. Is that alright?" Hermione nodded again and took a deep breath in. "I would like you to get changed and also I'll have you placed into a private room where we can do the examination."
"Sure lead the way."
Malfoy did as he was told and led her to a private room. It was a silent walk that made Hermione more nervous and apprehensive. She noticed the silk robes laid out for her and sighed.
"Due to the nature of my condition I was wondering do you have to involve the auror department?" Hermione asked as she entered the room.
"Is there some reason you wouldn't want the auror department involved are you being forced in any way to keep his quiet?"
"What? No! I just don't know what is wrong with me and I don't want it to reflect on Harry. He's worked so hard to be where he is and I don't want to ruin that for him."
"Well its protocol I had to ask that. However, I'm not sure what your condition is yet Hermione. I will do my best to figure it out but unless I don't find any use of foul play I won't involve them."
"Thank you."
Draco nodded. "How about you get changed while I start your paperwork and then when you're ready we can start the examination."
A few hours later Hermione was exhausted. Draco had prodded and poked her mind and for any hopes of uncovering her memories. He had also given her many memory help potions. Yet she still had no memory of the last twenty years.
"Can we take a break? I'm Tired." Hermione whispered.
"We should. I need to do some research and go over the tests results, maybe I missed something." Draco agreed.
"Is there any sign of foul play? Did someone intentionally do this to me?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"Not that I can tell." Draco reassured. "Your family might be outside waiting to see you should I send them in?"
"Sure. I'd love to meet them." She replied with a small smile.
Draco left the room. The silence hung around Hermione. She hated it. The nerves of meeting her children hit her. She sat up and fixed a few pillows behind her back to help her sit up. She wondered if she was a good mother and if her children loved her, would they be disappointed that she had no memory and couldn't be the mother she always was? Would they even care about her? Her thoughts started to get the best of her and the silence was not helping.
The door opened and Harry and three shy looking children entered the room and stopped her thoughts. She recognized them immediately and not because Harry had shown her a few pictures. James was immediately behind Harry. He was hold Lily's hand who was almost fully hidden behind him and then Albus. Hermione smiled warmly at her children. Her heart filled with love. These were her children. Albus quietly closed the door behind her and the four Potters looks at her nervously.
"Did Healer Malfoy give you an update?" She asked Harry in hoped that the children were already informed on the situation at hand.
"He did." He whispered.
"You really don't remember us?" Albus asked breaking the tension that built up in the room.
"Albus Severus Potter, you my dear boy are a very hard person to forget."
"You're just saying that. You don't know us. You don't remember us." He said bitterly but Hermione immediately saw through him. He was scared and hurt and most of all he didn't understand what was happening.
"Albus, I know you were born on the 2nd of February 2006 after three hours of labour, that's because I chose to go to a muggle hospital with you. Your birthmark is on your left arm and shaped like a crescent moon. You're an excellent flyer yet you don't play Quidditch because although you won't admit it you hate being compared to your brother. Your favorite subject is potions then followed by charms. You don't have a girlfriend because you think most people want to come into your life because of who your parents are. But most importantly I know I love you every second of your life and I will love you every second of rest of mine." Hermione rambled and her eyes widen as she finished. "I don't know where that came from." She admitted.
"I'll go get Malfoy." Harry said uneasily and left the room.
"What's going on mum?" Lily asked timidly. "Do you remember us now?"
Hermione looked at the little girl. How much she did indeed look like her, except for her green eyes. "Honestly, no I don't know how I knew that about your brother." Hermione admitted and the tears came to her eyes. She quickly whipped them away. "No, that does not mean he's my favorite." She somehow added sternly feeling her maternal instincts kicking in and not wanting any of her children to feel inferior to another.
"We all know your favorite is James." Albus commented and took a seat. He was a lot more relaxed. She saw it in his eyes. Hermione felt a switch flip in her brain. "My memory isn't lost its suppressed and only when I need it I access it." She thought as she watched Albus. "He needed reassurance of his mother's love and I reacted like how I would have as his mother."
"Yeah! It's James." Lily added and took a seat next to Albus and getting Hermione out of her thoughts.
She turned to look at her oldest son. He was angry and tense. "James isn't my favorite. I don't have one."
The door opened and Draco and Harry reappeared. In a swift and sudden movement James pinned his father on the wall using his forearm to lock his father's neck still and thus into submission. Lily and Albus along with Draco and Hermione looked on in shock at James' Actions.
"You did this didn't you?" James yelled at his father. "You came home late and when she asked you about it you tried to oblivate her didn't you?"
"James! Let go of your father this instant!" Hermione said sternly to her oldest.
"You think I don't know about you and that bimbo that's your secretary. I see the way she looks at you. I'm not a fool dad. Mum might be blinded but not me. She likes you and you flirt and Merlin know what else you do with her."
"I didn't hurt Hermione and I never would!" Harry got out his son's hold and pinned his son by holding the collar of his shirt. "I am not cheating nor have I ever cheated on your mother. I understand this is a new situation for us but you don't get to say I'm the reason for this!"
"Both of you st-"Hermione tried to break up her husband and son but was interrupted by Harry flying backwards.
"James! Stop he is your father!" Hermione practically yelled.
"He's not my father anymore." James said venomously.
"Well then he's the minister of magic and you just assaulted him. You know what that means? You will be expelled from Hogwarts and tried as an adult and you will lose and go to Azkaban, but if he's your father you apologize and take the punishment he gives you without complaint. Have your pick son."
"I'm not apologizing mum. I know he's the one who did this. I won't rest until I prove that to you." He said and apparted out of the room.
Hermione noticed the uneasy looks shared between her children through the corner of her eye. She mentally sighed. She then noticed Draco looking awkwardly at his shoes and then Harry who seemed to be angry.
"Harry you will not press charges on your son." Hermione said challenging Harry to object. When she was sure he wouldn't she turned her attention to Draco knowing Harry and her will have a full discussion on the situation in privacy. "My memory is still present but for some reason I can't access it unless my mind thinks I need to."
Draco looked at her confused. "I don't know what this is Hermione." Draco said looking defeated. "I mean I could do some research but with your brains I'm sure you can probably piece this together before I do."
"Really? No answers?" Hermione asked looking at Draco.
"None. I've never even heard of this happening. What I think you should do is try and form a routine with your family and then your memories will come up slowly and we can keep trying to pull them up weekly and keep running test but I need to do research on this. I think you should do research on your life too, read all the articles written about you, and talk to your family, friends' colleagues anyone who could help jog your memory."
"Malfoy are you really telling me we just hope my wife gets her memory back?" Harry asked incredulously.
"What I'm saying I need to do more research on her case before I cause permanent damage. I'm one of the better memory healers in the European Union but you don't have to trust my opinion Potter. Go ahead take her to every memory healer out there; I assure you she will end up botched before the month is out." Draco challenged.
"I'll keep in touch with you if I notice any changes in my memory, and I do hope you will keep me posted on any progress you make with your research." Hermione said ending the topic. "Could you get my dispatch form?"
"Sure." Draco replied and left the room.
"Kids come on kids let's let your mother get changed." Harry instructed leading the children out of the room.