So exited for this!

Also, I don't own Harry Potter, these books are older then me!

(I think?)

anyways, enjoy!


Exactly three year later

Hermione's POV

first, I think you POV thing is wrong, my name isn't Hermione. What kind of wack-ass name is that?

no, my name is Cory, short for Cordelia. Cordelia Granger, a name I'd fashioned for myself after the accident.

the doctors told me I was an anomaly, a seemingly normal, healthy girl found slumped in the chair of a hospital waiting room.

They'd said that I'd been in a coma for two days, and when I did wake up, my memory was in pieces.

the only way I'd gotten granger was because it was penned in fancy loopy letters on the tag of my jacket.

No family came to claim me, not friends. I was released nine days later, not even knowing my own name.

But enough with the wining, because I'm fine now.

In fact, I was at work when this all started.


"Order up!"

I mentally groaned as Perry let out another order.

he's a misogynistic, an ego maniac who thought he was hot shit because his dad owned the dinner. Like working at your daddy's company at forty was some big accomplishment.

He drove the other waitress and I up the wall, to put it mildly.

"Who's order?" Adisa asked.

Adisa was one of the other two girls working this shift. Sweet girl, bit older then me. She'd immigrated here from Nigeria a few years ago on a student visa.

She was studying to be a botanist. Overall, she was quiet enough, showed up for her shifts, and dealt with Perry when I didn't want to.

I liked her.

"Mine. Christina's got the counter right now." I answered, rolling my eyes.

"Lucky girl! How did you get that?" Adisa called cheerfully over at the blond.

Christina smiled warmly back, reaching over the kitchen window to grab my plates and handing them to me.

She was your typical blonde beauty. Princess curly hair, slim, tall, with legs that went for days. The only difference being the just visible baby bump peaking out from behind her apron.

"She's not lucky, she gets the counter because Jamie likes her!" I hummed good naturally.

"Well I would hope so! I am having his baby!" She crooned, accent sweet like hunny.

Christina's from the American south, which makes Jamie, Perry, and I the only home grown British citizens in the bunch.

Jamie was the other cook, taller guy with some sort of Indian heritage. (I liked him because he'd save me chips to eat on break.)

I smiled, picking my plates up from her and serving table seven. Shepherds pie, bangers and beans, an easy smile and hopeful a nice tip.

back at the counter, Christina and Adisa chattered.

"Well, how bout this. You can have the two pretty boys that just came in and we'll be even. That good?" The southern nodded over as the entrance bell sounded.

I looked over, met with the sight of two young men walking up to the host stand.

i turned back to Christina, unamused.

"Chrissy!" I huffed.

"What?-" she huffed right back. "You deserve the tips! Plus, when was the last time someone come in here look'n as fine as those two?"

"You just don't want to walk around anymore."

"Excuse me! Swollen pregnancy feet are not joke as I home you know!-"

"And Jamie got very angry the last time you went flirting." Adisa cut in, making Chrissy go pink.

"Oh shush disa! Ain't got nothing to do with that! Besides the point!" The blonde turned back to me.

"Go get you a nice tip and one a'them numbers. Maybe then you get more then the tip!" She cackled.

now it was my turn to turn pink. Honestly, that baby took her filter!

"Fine, fine! But just so you shut it! Okay!" I harrumphed, grabbing a dishrag to wipe off a table.

the men had sat down in a booth a ways away, heads bent over something and muttering to one another.

I could only catch snippets of their conversation.

"-Is she here-"

"-spell said so.-"

"-keep a look out-"

"ahem?" I interrupted politely, putting on what I liked to call my 'paying the bills' smile.

"Hi there gentlemen, welcome to the Queen's dinner! I'm your waitress Cory, what can I get for you today?".

"Water for both of us, please." The blond bloke answered curtly, not even bothering to look up.

what an arse.

"Alright then." I pronounced, spinning on my heel.

back at the counter, I gave Christina and Adisa an eye roll and a head shake. So much for a number.

I returned, placing the waters down and pulling out my note pad.

"Any food today? We have have a banging bangers a' mash and our fish and chips are house made. Also-"

"Excuse me? Sorry to interrupt, but could you help me...with..." the ginger spoke up before his voice caught.

I took my real first look at the both of them then. The red head was tall, lanky limbed but filled out. With bright blue eyes and about a million freakles, he looked like that chap from the turn.

His companion, the rude blond, was sharper looking. Rich type, high cheekbones, dressed in expensive-looking clothes. Not my type for sure.

I looked back at the ginger to find him staring at me, open mouthed, as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Um, sir? Are you alright there?" I asked.

He blinked in shock, nudging his buddy and pointing at me.

I raise an eyebrow, a little uncomfortable. "Sir, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

But no, he didn't look upset, he looked, awed. Like I'd suddenly grown an extra head.

His friend covered for him. "Excuse my friend here, you just... Would your name happen to be Hermione by chance?"

The blonde sounded sincere enough, no longer as cold as before. Less in awe, more analytical.

"No, sorry, you have the wrong person." I replied plainly.

The ginger's shoulders slumped, the hopefulness gone from his face. I almost felt bad for the guy.

I pursed my lips. You ever get that sense that you should help someone? Even if you don't know them at all and it's just a social obligation to feel that way?

yea, me too.

"But I see a lot of people, I could take a look if you've got a picture of this 'Hermione' or something."

Hesitantly (like I hadn't just offered to help them!), the red head pulled a small Polaroid out of his wallet and sliding it over to me.

It was grainy, showing a girl a few years younger then me. She wasn't looking at the camera, instead peering down at an enormous book.

Her surroundings were limited, a white wall, a simple wooden head frame, her in bed with a blanket over her knees.

she looked... a lot like me actual. Even down to the beaded bracelet on her wrist. Clear glitter craft beads, cheaply made.

the kind of thing you'd get from a kindergartener as friendship bracelet.

The kind of thing that hung on my wrist right now. A cheap, stupid, replaceable piece of crap that had turned up in my pockets the day they'd found me.

I stared back up at the two men, shakily stepping back.

"I uh, I don't thing I've seen anyone like that here. Sorry I I couldn't be more help! Have a nice day!" I hesitantly squeaked.

and with that, I turned on my heel and darted into the back.


Fred's POV

We'd found her.

I was spilt between jumping up and down or crying hysterically.

It had to be her. The last few years had changed her, sure. A ring nose piercing, the shorter hair, she'd gone from an awkward teen to a confident young women.

But under all of that, she was still his Hermione.

the way she walked, fierce and proud. The way her eyebrows quirked when confused. Even after all these years and Draco's memory block, it was undeniable.

Three years

Three years, one month, two weeks, and five days since I'd last seen her.

okay, that was a tad creepy.

None of this was supposed to happen!

What was the plan?

1. Date Angelina and become boyfriend-girlfriend.

2. Finish up your last year at Hogwarts and use the money Harry had gave us to buy a shop.

3. Become wildly popular and rich though our products!

end of story, fly off into the heavens on the back of a unicorn. Yada yada yada.

But no. Because do you know what was not the plan?

1. Angelina breaking up with me.

2. Umbridge taking over the school and torturing your little brother and his mates.

3. Gaining a massive crush on said little brother's mate (Hermione. Sorry harry, not really into blokes) and secretly get together.

And finally,

4. A blonde git showing up at your door in the middle of the night with a letter in one hand and a vial of Veritaserum in the other.

Then get news that old moldy-voldy wanted the bloody ferret to off your girlfriend. And instead of doing that, he'd blocked out all of her memories of magic and cast her into muggle London somewhere.

(for safety of course)

let's just say, Malfoy's nose was never quite as straight as it used to be after that.

Now you'd think that was the worst part, wouldn't you?

But again, no.

No, that was allowing all the adults around you to think that Hermione had been killed by death eaters. Watching your mother mourn the women she called her second daughter and the order hold an hero's funeral for her.

that of course being after having to call in impromptu mini DA meeting (Ginny, Luna, neville, dean, and that kid that's always blowing shit up). Plus all your siblings minus Percy.

giving your baby brother (and your second adopted baby brother) the news and the letter she'd left for them. Then having to predictably restrain said siblings (all but Harry) from killing malfoy when he'd turned up.

(okay, that part was actually really funny, but back to the point.)

Then waiting, and watching. And hoping for a time when we could go get her.

The war raging on, malfoy becoming a spy for us and official getting with Harry.

(Which Ron had oddly onboard with from the get go, like he'd already known.)

And then, finally, that time had come.

not that the war was over, actually that was the problem. We were losing, badly.

Everyone was either died or in hiding, the order in shambles after Dumbledore's death.

we'd lost to many people, But the battle of Hogwarts was the true turning point.

Kingsley, Moody, gone. It had fallen to Harry to lead. And lead he had.

Sending teams to pillage, steal, rescue, and protect as much as we could.

But it wasn't enough, not when we'd found out about Harry being a Horcrux.

It'd been a pretty routine mission, smuggling out a group of captured muggleborn kids. The plan had been to ambush the drop off point and rescue the kiddos, but again, no.

He'd been hit in the back with some sort of spell, purple in color, and had been in a deep coma ever since.

Fleur had called it somnum donec diligatur, voice hushed and horrified.

It was an ancient spell, one that basically put the victim in a half-dead state until a person (of the caster's choosing) preform the counter curse.

it had taken days for bill and fleur to coax the name out of him.

Literally, it had taken them force feeding him some sickly green potion and bill having to stick one of those ancient Egyptian brain hooks (like the ones they'd used to made mummies) to retrieve a small rolled up piece of parchment from somewhere within.

And of course, it'd been Hermione's.

According to Malfoy, because the death eaters still thought Hermione was dead (thankfully!), she couldn't come cast it. So he'd never wake up!

There'd been an uproar of confusion.

Why would You-Know-Who want to put harry asleep rather then kill him?

Were they really desperate enough to settle for that?

Ron had yelled for quiet then, having gone all white and shaky. He'd taken a deep breath, and spilled the truth.

'Moldy-Voldy doesn't want Harry dead because he's a Horcruxs. That means a slice of 'is souls inside of Harry neville! If he kills Harry, he'll be killing a bit of himself too.'

Draco was livid, mum damn near fainted, and Remus clutched Tonks a bit closer to him.

Then I'd dropped the other shoe.

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S ALIVE?!" Had been the general response to that news.

So now here we were, (I'd won rock, paper, scissors against ron to get to come). Malfoy had cast some odd tracking spell on granger, determining that she was in this general area.

And just like that, the ferret and I were walking down muggle London's streets, showing a picture of 'mione to people passing by. An old guy in one of those automobiles dad had pointed us to the dinner.

And there she was.

Dressed in cheap jeans, a AC/DC t-shirt, and a stained white apron. Tired but determined eyes, a smile-at-the-teacher-while-putting-a-dung-bomb-in-their-shower smile.

The kind of women who'd seen the short and long ends of life in only a few years. The girl I'd changed my whole life plan with.

I'd looked up at her, in awe. And she hadn't recognized me.

I don't know what I was expecting.

A magical, life changing moment where she'd break through the memory block and her face would fill back up with love.

She didn't even know her own name.

like how strong were those memory blocking charms Malfoy?

and the way she'd looked at the photo...

'Mione looked so lost and panicked, so distrustful.

Hermione had never looked at me like that, ever.

And now she had sped off to the back of the dinner somewhere, probably freaking out.

Nice job Feorge!

"Come on Weasel. Can't lose your girlfriend." Malfoy commanded, standing quickly and rushing to the back of the diner.

I followed, the two of us rushing to follow after the wild-haired brunette.

we reached the counter, side stepping the flustered blonde waitress and pushing through the kitchen doors.

She flitted out the back doors to the alleyway way, so we did too. Dodging through cursing cooks and hot swerving pans, the pair of us dashed outside.

'Mione was running now, full speed, down the alley, taking a neck breaking left out of sight.

We chased, ducking under the muggle clothes lines that hung low and jumping over sideways rubbish bins.

I was ahead of Malfoy (the benefit of longer legs), so I saw the ground-level window open suddenly and swerved accordingly.

Malfoy did not.

I heard the grunt and swearing behind me and kept runnning, following the panicked left Hermione took.

It lead to another tiny, shadowy alley, which I attributed to what happened next.

WHAM!*

a rusty pipe swang into my head, sending me sprawling.

dazed and probably concussed, I stared up at a red faced Hermione. She was breathing hard, the pipe still raise over her head.

"I don't know who the you are or where the fuck you came from. But stay the bloody hell away from me!" She yelled, before coming down with the pipe once again.

then everything faded into darkness.


Okay! Took me a minute to edit.

what, me editing? Could never!

no but for real, I tried.

hope you enjoyed, my girls, guys, non-binary super spies!