Here is the next chapter! I hope that you all enjoy it! I'm going to say much more because it'll give some of the stuff away but please let me know what you think and all that good stuff.(:

Hermione was standing in the doorway as she watched Lova just stayed frozen in the middle of the room. Lova had been like this for a while; just taking in the fact that she was in her own room. It was bittersweet to be back in here. She had wanted to come back home for two years but since she could never find it, she had given up hope that she ever would. Now, she was really here, in her room. She could only remember a handful of memories about being in here when she was a teenager and the one as a child were still fuzzy but she felt at home, finally.

Hermione was about to say something when she felt her mobile phone in her pocket buzzing, Quickly pulling out the device, she saw Harry's name flashing across the screen. Moving down the hall, Hermione answered the phone.

"Harry, is everything okay?" Hermione asked, wondering why Harry would be calling in the middle of work. "Ron's not hurt is he?"

"No, no, of course not." Came Harry's reply. "Are you at Lova's home?"

Swallowing hard, Hermione nodded, but realized that he couldn't see her. "Yes, we're here. I'm sorry."

Hermione heard Harry sigh in relief. "It's not a problem. I just got a memo saying that someone broke the protective charms and I was worried that it was the worst until Ron mentioned that you had asked Lova to come see you."

Hermione mentally smacked herself. "I should've known that it would alert you, I'm sorry. She came over and then started talking about how she looked for her home but could never find it and when I offered to take her, she jumped at it."

The other side was quiet for a moment and Hermione hoped that Harry wasn't mad at her. "Harry, you're not mad, are you?"

Harry sighed through the phone again. "Of course not. I was hoping that Lova would talk to me but I am pleased that she is talking to you. Just be careful and make sure nothing happens."

"I'm always careful, Harry. You know this." Hermione reassured him. "I'll call when we leave so you know though."

"Thank you." Harry replied. "Just take care of her."

"I will." Hermione said before hanging up the phone.

Sighing, Hermione walked the few feet back down the Lova's room to see her sitting on the ground in front of her Hogwarts trunk. It wasn't opened yet but Lova's hands were resting on the clasps.

"Lova?" Hermione questioned, walking in her room. "Are you okay?"

Lova turned to look at Hermione. "Is this from school?"

Hermione's eyes widened at this statement. "Do you remember?"

Lova shook her head, sighing. "I remember everything else. The blue-black walls, how I organized my closet by sweaters and everything else was thrown into my dresser. The mirror on the back of my closet door, I remember all the trivial details but I can't recall an actual memory in this room that's clear. I barely remember packing this trunk for I think my first year of school."

Hermione nodded and sat down next to Lova. "I packed up all of your things when we couldn't find you after the battle. It was so hard but I knew that they would do better here than left at school."

With a deep sigh, Lova popped the clasps of the trunk off to reveal all the things that she had left at school. Puling out various types of clothing, she noticed that there were a lot of them that had gold and red on them; symbolizing the house she was in. As she sorted through most of the clothes, she came across what looked to be a jersey. Picking up to look at it closer, she noticed on the back was the number seven along with Potter.

"That was one of Harry's old Quidditch jersey's." Hermione explained as Lova lightly brushed over the letters of Harry's last name. "You kind of took it from him in our fifth year, right before you two started dating."

"Can you tell me about it?" Lova asked as she held the jersey in her lap.

Hermione looked at Lova skeptically. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Lova nodded. "I want to know."

"Okay." Hermione started. "It was in the middle of fifth year, and you and Harry had started to become closer and closer…"

Hermione and Lova were sitting in the common room, waiting for the boys to come down so they could all walk to the Great Hall together. They both knew that Ron was terrified, as it was his first game but they both knew that he would do great since he did get on the team. Lova heard the boys making their way down the stairs and turned around on the couch her and Hermione were sitting on to greet them.

"Good morning, boys!" Lova announced loudly, causing both of them to look her direction.

Harry smiled before greeting her. "Morning, Lova, Hermione."

"Ron?" Hermione questioned. "Are you all right? You're looking a little pale."

Ron looked towards Hermione, face whiter than a sheet and could only nod. Lova laughed at his whole demeanor, thinking that Ron was being ridiculous. Harry threw his arm around Ron's shoulders, trying to make his friend feel better.

"Ron's just a little nervous is all." Harry explained. "I know he'll do great though!"

"Hey! I have an idea!" Lova exclaimed. "Harry, do you have any of your old Quidditch jerseys?"

Harry looked at Lova, slightly confused. "Yeah, they're up in the dormitory. Why?"

"Come on!" Lova smiled and took Harry's hand, dragging him back up to his room.

Harry, still confused, allowed himself to be dragged back up to his room by the tiny brunette girl that was holding onto his hand. He tried not to think about how warm her hand felt in his and tried to focus on what exactly she was doing.

Since it was little later in the morning now, the entire dormitory was cleared out, as well as the common room for that matter. Lova stood in the middle of their dorm and Harry was suddenly embarrassed that she was in here, however he had no idea exactly why he felt that way.

"Well, Potter?" Lova asked with her eyebrows raised at him.

"Oh, right." Harry said, snapping out of his embarrassment.

Quickly, Harry went over to his trunk and dug through until he found his signature shirts that had the number seven on the back. Pulling out the one from fourth year and third, he handed them to Lova. Smiling, she put each one up to her chest, trying to judge the size.

"Lova, when are you going to tell me what exactly you're doing?" Harry questioned as he watched her pull out her wand.

"Just you wait." Lova turned to him, a huge smile plastered on her face.

With a quick wave of Lova's wand, the number on his third year jersey changed, along with the name on the back of it. Feeling satisfied, Lova showed Harry.

"See!" Lova exclaimed. "Hermione is going to wear this one, since I changed it to Ron's name and number and I'm going to wear yours."

Harry still had no idea what Lova's plan was behind this. "And…?"

With an exasperated sigh, Lova continued. "And! Hopefully this will help Ron so that way if he's nervous, he can see us in the crowd and know that no matter way, we're there for him! Just like we are for you as well."

Harry smiled, in complete awe at the girl in front of him. She really was brilliant and knew how to make everyone feel better. Grabbing her hand, like she did to his, he pulled her back down the stairs to where Hermione and Ron were waiting.

"About time!" Hermione said. "We were wondering what you two were doing up there."

Lova blushed a deep red, something that didn't go unnoticed by Harry who also got a shade darker. "Oh, hush you. This is for you!"

Lova handed Hermione the jersey that she changed to have Ron's number on it. "We're going to wear them to the game! That way you these two know that we're cheering for them and showing that we support them no matter what!"

"Lova," Hermione said, shaking her head. "You're brilliant."

Lova pulled the jersey on over her shirt, Harry's old one still being a bit too big for her anyway. "I know."

Harry smiled at her, enjoying seeing his name on her, like she really was his. Putting his arm around her shoulders, the four of them walked out of the common room and made their way down to the Great Hall to have a hurried breakfast before the match.

Lova looked down at the fabric in her hands, wishing that she could remember what seemed like wonderful time with her friends. Taking deep breaths, Lova lifted her gaze back to Hermione.

"You said that was right before Harry and I starting dating. Will you tell me that story?" Lova asked, wanting to know more about the person she used to be, more about the life she had.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" Hermione asked, not wanting to overwhelm Lova with all these stories.

"I'm sure." Lova said with determination. "I want to know more about the life I used to live, the person I was before all of this. I want to know."

Hermione nodded, understanding where Lova was coming from. "I know you want to know but I'm positive that Harry would want to tell you—"

"No." Lova cut Hermione off. "I want you to tell me. I've already put Harry through enough. Maybe if I hear some of it, I can get my memory back and remember him. I saw how hurt he was when I told him I didn't remember him or any of the time we shared. Even though I don't remember that though, it hurts to see him in pain. I can't explain why."

Hermione was in awe of the fact that even though Lova couldn't remember Harry and their love, she still felt it. Maybe she was right and this would help. Taking a deep breath Hermione spoke again.

"Okay, I'll tell you but this is just from what you told me, I wasn't actually there. It was right after the Quidditch match that day…"