Second Chances by karenkate_kitty

Rating: G
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 06/09/2003
Last Updated: 24/09/2003
Status: Completed

: Hermione Granger at 25 years old is a very accomplished witch. The youngest witch who ever
taught at Hogwarts at the age of 18. She became Head of the Gryffindor house at the age of 19 and
is the deputy headmistress at present. What she lacks is her love life having suffered four major
heartbreaks too many. Will she be able to fall in love again? Written in Hermione’s POV.




1. Foolish Heart
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**Title:** **Second Chances**

**Author name:** karenkate_kitty

**Author email:** karenkate_kitty@yahoo.com

**Category:** Romance

**Subcategory:** General

**Summary:** Hermione Granger at 25 years old is a very accomplished witch. The youngest
witch who ever taught at Hogwarts at the age of 18. She became Head of the Gryffindor house at the
age of 19 and is the deputy headmistress at present. What she lacks is her love life having
suffered four major heartbreaks too many. Will she be able to fall in love again? Written in
Hermione's POV. Short one about 2 to 3 Chapters I guess… R/R

**DISCLAIMER:** This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK
Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and
Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.

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**Chapter 1: Foolish Heart**

I'm back at Hogwarts once again. Well, I'm very much prepared to do my deputy head
mistress duties once again. Head mistress McGonagall told me that we have a new defense against the
dark arts teacher. After Bill Weasley had quite the job because his son would be studying at
Hogwarts the new slot had been open. He and Fleur de la Cour got married in our fifth year and well
none of us really expected it to happen.

As I await the coming of the first years that I would escort into the Great Hall to be sorted I
fell reminiscent of my years in Hogwarts as a student. I was made a Gryffindor Prefect along with
one of my best friend Harry Potter in our fifth year. I was at that time Viktor Krum's new girl
among the many few and when Harry and Ron literally shook me to realize that I was being cheated by
that Bulgarian Quidditch player I was so heart broken. It gave me more reason to study hard and
spend most of my time in the library. It was the only way I could think of that would help me
forget and besides I felt really ashamed after almost deserting my best friends for that Bulgarian.
My studying paid off well, of course I topped the O.W.LS with a record breaking 19 O.W.LS and if it
weren't for Potions I would have gotten the whole exams perfectly.

Then on my sixth year Ronald Weasley asked me out. He's my friend so I had to give him a
chance. And with Harry's prodding I said yes. Ron and I were officially a couple and I have to
say I was gradually falling for him back then even if we argued a little more than the usual. But
he betrayed my trust when I caught him with Lavender Brown. He then told me that he couldn't
stand our fights and that we were better of as friends. I had once again failed in the categories
of the heart.

On my seventh and last year I was made Head Girl and the Head Boy was no less than Harry Potter
my dear best friend. We got a lot closer than before. Having suffered from our own heart aches him
getting dumped at Cho's graduation and I with Ron cheating on me we had each other as company
although I made a pack with Ron to be friends again I just liked spending more time with Harry. I
then realized that I was in love with him and well I thought he felt the same way. He even told me
he really did love me. I was happy, ecstatic and I had never felt that much happiness in those past
two relationships that I had. Harry Potter was my first and I hoped that he would be my only. Harry
and I felt so right together. And I thought we really were but the odds were against us. Voldemort
was in full power and he had to live and fight him alone. I wanted to help him share his battle but
he said he couldn't let anything happen to me. It was so typical of Harry. I remembered that
night when he left.

**{FLASHBACK}**

“Hermione, I know that what I'd be doing is so unfair and I'm really sorry that I have
to leave you like this,” he said and I saw his tears-stained cheeks and his green eyes staring
right at me.

“Then let me come with you. I want to be with you Harry. I love you. We promised to be together
always, remember?” I argued hoping to change his mind.

“Hermione, you know that I really want to be with you but I have to do this so you and the rest
of the wizarding world would live in peace,” he reasoned.

“I'd rather be dead Harry. I'd rather die than lose you. I can't go on without you
Harry. I want you to live,” I broke down in tears.

“Hermione, please don't say that. I love you and even if I die. I want you to live. I want
you to be the successful witch that you should be. Don't waste away because of me Hermione. I
can't bare the thought of you suffering because of me. Let me do this sacrifice Hermione. Let
me do the saving now because I love you, like the way my parents saved my life because they loved
me. Hermione, I will try to survive but if I don't come back please live your life for the both
of us,” those were the last things he told me before he disappeared at the dark corridors of
Hogwarts. That was the last that I heard of Harry Potter.

**{END OF FLASHBACK}**

The Dark Lord was defeated but none ever heard of Harry Potter's where about or even if
he's alive or dead. I prayed every night that he'd return to me. But he didn't It was a
burden I carried for almost two years even as I started teaching at Hogwarts. Ron became Keeper for
the Chudley Cannons and I have to say he has improved the team a lot.

On my second year of teaching, Snape got married to Professor Sinistra and had retired from
teaching and we got Draco Malfoy as replacement. At first we fought a lot like in our school days
but then we became friends and we started dating. I thought I found hope in the most unlikely
person. I once again trusted my heart to be with my old enemy and I was so right for having doubts
because when Ginny Weasley came to Hogwarts to teach Astronomy. I was once again betrayed and
cheated on. I couldn't believe my luck. I had once again fallen victim to my very foolish
heart. No wonder the brain was placed in our head so we'd choose it over our blood-pumping
organ.

I then promised myself to never trust my heart again. And Merlin it served me well, I'm a
very successful witch and was known for my Revised Edition of Hogwarts, A History. I've been
teaching Transfiguration for six whole years now and I have to say it had always been very
interesting every year. I've become friends with Lavender and Ron when they got married and
even became Ginny's maid of Honor when she got married to Draco. I buried those heartaches deep
down inside me and promised myself to never do the same mistakes again. Above all those heartaches
one remained in the surface no matter how I wanted to keep it from coming up. Harry didn't
intentionally hurt me but his leaving me made the biggest and most painful dent in my heart. I have
to say I kept my part of the deal and I still wish that Harry would one day come back. But then
again I would have to hate him for making me so miserable.

The first years got in the castle and I welcomed them in.

“Please fall in line. I'm Professor Hermione Granger I'm your deputy headmistress and
you will soon join your classmates in the Great Hall but first you will be sorted into your houses.
Come along now,” I instructed them. They obediently followed me inside.

After the sorting hat song all the first years were sorted and I had to take my seat beside
Professor McGonagall. The seat beside mine was still empty the Defense Against the Dark Arts
teacher hasn't arrived yet.

“Hermione, have you any idea who the new DADA professor is?” Draco asked as he looked at the
empty seat between us.

“I have no idea. Professor McGonagall here wouldn't even tell me yet,” I said as I got
McGonagall's attention.

“I think Hermione you'd be very surprised who the new DADA teacher is. He's a little
late though he took the afternoon flight from Los Angeles to London and he'll just apparate in
Hogsmeade and be here probably by midnight,” McGonagall said knowingly.

So the Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher is a he.

Professor McGonagall welcomed the students with her little speech and after that the feast had
started.

“So who do you think is this American who'll be teaching DADA he should be very good since
Bill had been quite a remarkable professor,” Draco commented.

“I once thought I'd never live to see the day you would talk nicely about a Weasley but then
again you married one so I assume you meant it. But kidding aside you're right he should be
very good at it and probably a former Auror,” I replied. “Though I have to say just because
he's from the United States you assume he's American. What if he's from here and just
lived there for a while,” I reasoned. I guess I was wishing that by some miracle Harry would be the
DADA teacher and he'd finally come back to me. Oh it's my heart again being all
wishy-washy. `He left you Hermione and he isn't coming back so don't waste your time,'
I scolded myself.

After the feast I went to my quarters to rest. It was a hidden room just like the Head Girl and
Head boy common room that I used to share with Harry. After all these years I'm still thinking
about Harry.

To be continued…

{Author's note: This is a very short fic… I just wanted to cut it into little pieces.
I'd be working on the next chapter right away and well, it might be the last chapter or not.
Well, you just need to keep posted to see…



2. Love Knocks on your Door
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Chapter two my friends…I hope I didn't take that long…short fluff…or could be more.

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**Chapter 2: Love Knocks on your Door**

I fell asleep in my bed. I'm not really sure but I'm starting to feel anxious about this
new DADA teacher. Why won't McGonagall tell me who this person is? Why the secrecy? Then
someone knocked on my door. I was wearing my sleeping gown already so I had to put on my thick robe
and opened the door.

I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Harry. Harry Potter was right at my room's doorstep
just a few inches away from me, those familiar green eyes staring at me. I couldn't stop
myself. I just hugged him.

“Ms. Hermione Granger? I'm Harry Potter the new DADA Teacher. Professor McGonagall told me
to look for you. You're supposed to show me where my room is. I didn't know you welcome
people here very warmly,” he said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was Harry Potter,
my best friend for seven long years and my boyfriend before he left Hogwarts. I can't believe
he's acting as if he never knew me.

“Harry, it's me Hermione your best friend don't you remember?” I said. He had that
confused look on his face.

“I'm sorry but I have lost memory of my past. I could only remember that I had fought with
Voldemort and my training before it. The Doctors said I would gradually remember everything but it
had been six years and I still can't remember anything. They said Voldemort must have cast the
spell on me before I defeated him,” he explained but he was now looking at me with those warm green
eyes again.

“I'm sorry. I didn't know. Oh, Harry I've missed you. I know you don't remember
anything but I will try to help you,” I said. I can't believe it. My Harry is back but he has
no memory of his past or me.

“It's okay. You're not the first one. When I came to London with Dumbledore tonight I
was welcomed by this family. They all look very nice and I think I disappointed them because I
didn't know who they were,” he said. Harry had met the Weasleys and he didn't know any of
them. “Specially the guy with the pregnant wife.”

“You didn't even recognize Ron. He's also our best friend Harry. Okay, we'll talk
about that tomorrow I think you're tired and should go to bed. I'll show you to your room,”
I said. I was trying to digest everything that was happening. I wanted to scream at him for not
remembering anything but I know that it wasn't his fault. Harry was finally here. He's back
but he doesn't even know that he's already home with us. We were right in front of his
room.

“What do you want your password to be?” I asked him.

“Mysteries,” he said. And I must have given him an odd look because he said his past had been a
mystery for him in the past six years.

“Mysteries it shall be,” I said and the door opened to his room. “I better go now. I'm glad
your back Harry and I'll try to help you gain back your memory.”

“Hermione, I'm sorry if I'm not the old Harry that you and that Ronald Weasley guy knew
but I do hope that I will regain my memory while I teach here at Hogwarts. You know it's funny.
I don't remember anything of my past with regards to my friends and family but I have a good
grasp of what I have learned and my powers. I'm sorry if I disappointed you,” he said and I
left his room.

As I was walking back to my room I met professor McGonagall.

“What happened did it work?” she asked me. “Did he remember anything?”

“No professor. Harry has no idea who I am?” I said and I couldn't help myself I cried on
McGonagall's shoulder.

“Hush now. It took us a while to find him but soon enough we would help him. The ministry in
Salem had found him and Dumbledore had managed to take him back here. Harry was taken cared of by a
muggle family but he went looking for people with wizarding powers because it was the only memory
he had, his magical capabilities and none of his relations. We'll try to discover what Charm or
Spell was used on him,” she said soothingly. Since I moved out of my parents' house I had
Professor McGonagall looking after me like a mother.

“I'll be fine professor I'll just go to my room and rest,” I said as I went in my room
and locked the door. I had the urge to look at my old photos with Harry in it.

Harry gave me the album in our first month together as a couple. He said it was our love story.
It had our picture in our first year, which included Ron. Second year pictures already had Ginny
Weasley in it too. Third year pictures, some even had a hippogriff on it. Fourth year were mostly
taken at the Yule ball. There was a picture of Harry with Parvati and Ron with Padma and me with
Viktor. The latter was a picture I had turn into pieces but Harry asked for it then and well I
guess he wanted to keep that little piece of history. Our fifth year pictures were taken from the
Halloween ball, which I attended with Viktor and Harry attended with Cho. Ron then asked Susan
Bones. It also had pictures of me in the library studying which he asked Colin to take for him. The
sixth year photo had me and Ron together and him still with Cho. One picture with the four of us
Harry was looking at me instead of Cho whom he was holding.

Finally on our Seventh year pictures, you would see Harry and me finally together. It had our
picture in the Head boy and Head girl Ceremony and a picture of the two of us in the train. We also
had others pictures taken in our trips at the burrow. Now all these memories aren't anything to
Harry. I'm nothing to him now.

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What could have happened to Harry on those six years and what did Voldemort do to him. Is it
possible that he lost his memory of his friends and family but didn't lose his magical
knowledge? How is that possible? I couldn't sleep that night but I had to get a little shuteye
but to no avail. Harry's finally here and yet he isn't, well, not the Harry I know.

I went to bathroom and freshen myself up. It was still early but being the first day of school
it would surely be a busy one. I had my lesson plan for the day ready. A pre-test to check if the
first years had studied anything in advance. There was a note near my fireplace. I looked at it and
it said I have a meeting with Dumbledore at my classroom before my first class.

It should be a good opportunity for me to ask him about what happened to Harry. I hope we can
find a way to bring his memory back. I went to the great hall for breakfast there I saw Draco with
Bill's nine-year-old son Travis. He was the youngest kid to ever be admitted at Hogwarts.

“Morning Professor Granger,” Travis said beaming at me. He had the Weasley red hair but had the
charm of his half Veela mother. “Uncle Draco, I mean Professor Malfoy said we'll be taking a
pop quiz in your class and I hope I remember all the things my dad and I read from before I came
here.”

“I think you'll do just fine Travis. Now go back to the Gryffindor table and eat breakfast,”
I instructed and with a smile the little boy went back to the Gryffindor table beside bigger first
years two years older than him.

“I don't know Hermione, do you think it was right to admit him here at a very young age?”
Draco asked me as I sat down on my seat.

“I think Professor McGonagall has her reasons why she admitted him quite early and beside the
boy is really bright,” I replied.

“You're quite right. By the way, is it true? Ginny Floo me last night she said Harry's
back and he's teaching DADA here only he doesn't remember any of us,” started. I just
nodded and he must have seen the sight of disappointment in my face. He just patted my shoulder to
show sympathy.

“I really don't know what happened to him. It's really Harry but he doesn't know
even Ron or me. Let's talk about this later he's coming,” I said as I saw Harry with Head
mistress McGonagall and former Head Master Dumbledore.

Draco greeted Harry awkwardly and Harry who seems to know nothing about our past conflicts with
Draco smiled at him and shook hands. He then looked at me and smiled. I kept on telling myself that
he's not the same Harry as before. I would only be hurting myself again but my stubborn heart
was telling me that I still loved him so much.

To be continued…

Author's note: My story's kind of complicated but I promise you that it will have a nice
ending… And if it gets longer please bear with me… my actual plan is to make it a 3 part thing but
I might exceed hopefully for your reading pleasure… hey…thanks to the people who reviewed the fic…
of course Harry's the DADA Teacher who did you expect it to be?



3. With Sadness is a Little Hope
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Chapter three my friends…I hope I didn't take that long…short fluff…or could be more.

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**Chapter 3: With Sadness is a Little Hope**

When I got inside the Transfiguration classroom I saw Dumbledore and to my surprise Ronald
Weasley.

“Ron!” I said as I hugged my best friend. “How are you? What are you doing here? Where's
Lavender?” I must have asked too many questions.

“It's nice to see you. I'm doing okay and Lavender is just fine. The second baby is due
next month. Have you talked with Harry yet? He didn't recognize me at the airport when we
welcomed him and Dumbledore back,” he said. He sat in one of the tables.

“I know Ron. I wasn't able to sleep last night thinking about all those years that he was
gone and now he's back. The only thing is he doesn't know us. He's magical capabilities
are intact but he's memories of us were erased. I haven't heard of any spell like this
before,” I explained.

“That's why I came to talk to you two before I leave Harry here. You two, maybe the only
keys to unlock the mystery of his memory lose. Ron, you and Hermione are Harry's closest
friends if he could remember the two of you he may still remember everything from his past and what
really happened when he faced Voldemort,” Dumbledore said. “And Hermione I know that you and Harry
had been more than friends in the past and I know that it is quite painful for you that he has no
memory of your happy times together. However I think that you may help him to gradually remember
everything. Show him your old photos and tell him things that you three have done before.”

“Professor how is it possible that he remembers his magic skills and not remember the people he
had been with and learned it with?” I had to ask him because it was still a mystery to me.

“My dear that is one thing that I want to know myself. If you could research on memory spells
and enchantments maybe we can help Harry. But for now I ask for the both of you to have patience. I
know you miss Harry, the friend you have lost but as of now we have Harry who has no idea that
he's finally back with the people who dearly loves him. I've already gave him books to read
about his first defeat of Voldemort but he doesn't know about the events that took place while
he studied here in Hogwarts,” Dumbledore explained.

“We'll try our best Professor,” Ron said and I nodded in agreement.

“You two are already adult wizards and you still call me professor. I would appreciate it if you
call me by my first name,” Dumbledore remarked.

“Most certainly prof… I mean Albus,” I said and he left my classroom. “ Will you still come and
visit us again Prof… I mean Albus?”

“I will visit every now and then. You know I haven't been enjoying this much and I intend to
continue my retirement in the City of lights, Paris,” Dumbledore chuckled as he left Ron and me to
talk a little.

“I have to go Hermione but do Floo me if you need me. I have a game to catch,” Ron said before
he hugged me one last time.

“Tell, Lavender that I will visit her and Ginny soon,” I said before he finally left. Ginny was
due to give birth and had to stay at the Burrow to rest. Parvati Thomas was teaching as substitute.
Lavender his wife was also pregnant and is due next month.

The students were already arriving. The class was composed of freshmen Gryffindors and
Slytherins. Before I was about to begin with the pop quiz I saw Harry's head pop up from the
door.

“Ms. Granger I hate to interrupt you like this but can I talk to you for a moment,” he said
shyly as he motioned me to go to him.

The Slytherins boys started making irritating noises so I had to give them the death glare and
it worked perfectly well.

“Yes, Harry, what seems to be the problem?” I asked him.

“Professor McGonagall asked for you to meet her after your first class in her office. She says
it's rather important.” Harry said.

“Thanks for informing me. I'll go there right after my class,” I replied.

“Er… Hermione if you need anything I'm here for you,” Harry said and I was a bit alarmed. He
had a sad look on his face and before I could say anything he was walking towards the left
corridor. It was the first time he addressed me using my first name.

I went on with the pop quiz and right after that I let the students go early. What was
McGonagall going to say to me that was important? I placed the exams in my drawer and locked
it.

When I was in the Head Mistress's office I was feeling uncertain. What was it that she had
to tell me?

“Hermione, I really don't know how to start,” she said and my agitations got worst.

“What's the matter Professor is anything wrong?” I asked.

“It grieves me to inform you this,” she started. “Your parents Hermione they died in car
crash.”

I don't know what came over me but I think I fainted.

“Hermione, Hermione are you alright,” I saw Harry's face looking down on my.

“Harry,” I hugged him and burst into tears.

“I'm sorry about what happened to your parents,” he said.

“My parents are dead Harry I don't have anyone,” I sobbed.

“Hush, calm down Hermione,” he said as he gently rubbed my back. At that time it was like having
Harry back. The old Harry I once knew was with me consoling me. I wanted him to say that he was
back that he remembered everything but he didn't. He just held me in his arms until I fell back
to sleep.

I felt so weak. My parents died in car crash. I wasn't there to help them. Madame Pomfrey
must have given me a sleeping draft to calm me down. I slept the whole day. At that time I felt
like I didn't want to wake up anymore.

“Hermione, I know you can't hear me but I want to say this to you anyway,” I heard someone
say. I wasn't sure but he sounded like someone I know.

“I know I've disappointed you because I have no memory of my past, that I have no memory of
you. The first time I saw you when I came here at Hogwarts I didn't know who you were but I
felt a connection that I couldn't explain. That look in your face it seemed so familiar but I
couldn't quite put it in anyway. I wish I knew who I was to you. I wish I could have been the
best friend that you say I was to you. I'm not sure how but I'll try. I know this might
sound strange but the first time that I saw you I knew I was in love. I think I'm sounding
stupid talking to you while your sound asleep. I wish to know you better Hermione and I hope
you'd like me for who I am now,” It was Harry. He was by my bedside but I couldn't open my
eyes to look it would be too embarrassing for him or rather to me. I heard him say the most
beautiful things even at my time of grief I knew that I almost felt like smiling. My heart was
pounding really fast. I felt him hold my hand and he gave it a light squeeze.

“Goodnight,” he whispered and he kissed my forehead just as he did in our seventh year. As I
heard the door closed I opened my eyes and sat up. I touched my forehead from where he kissed me. I
knew that I had to leave and attend to my parents' funeral. Tomorrow, I'll have to ask
Professor McGonagall to allow me to go home for a while. And Harry, there might still be hope for
the two of us.

To be continued…

[N/A:] Well, another short chapter…I'll be working on the next one…I hope you like it please
review my work…thanks for the reviews…love you all



4. Alone
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Chapter four my friends…I hope I didn't take that long…short fluff…scratch that it ain't
short but I do hope I won't exceed 10 chapters.

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**Chapter 4: Alone**

I woke up early that morning having slept the whole day yesterday. I have to attend to my
parents and hopefully be back to work before the week ends. My parents didn't like long
grieving, we joked about dying a lot of times talking about the things we wanted on our death bed
and other things, I never expected that I'd be doing their wishes too soon. Mum and dad both
didn't like long funeral service. I remember dad's words perfectly, “If I die I'd want
to be buried as soon as possible. I don't mean that you don't remember me but I want the
people I love to move on with their life. It would be enough that they'd visit me for one day
and pay their last respects then let me go back to the earth.” Mum just nodded in agreement. And
that's what exactly what I'll do.

I didn't go to breakfast like the usual I headed straight to the Headmistress' office to
ask for two days off so I can attend to my dead parents. She was right outside her office most
probably about to go to the Great Hall for Breakfast.

“Professor, can I speak to you for a moment?” I said as I approached her.

“Will you be asking for a week off? I'd work on getting a temporary substitute as you attend
to your parents funeral,” she said warmly.

“I appreciate that professor but I'd only want two days off then I'll be back to attend
to my duties. It's what my parents would want,” I said and I couldn't help myself but start
crying on her shoulder. I was like a child clinging to her mother.

“Poor dear, I know this is hard for you. Maybe I should let someone accompany you,” she
said.

“But professor…I” I tried to reason with her.

“Harry had asked me if he could go with you in case you needed anything,” she said and it caught
me by surprise. Harry wanted to accompany me. He may not remember his past but he still had the
qualities I loved about him.

“I don't know what to say Professor,” was the only thing I could think of to say.

“You've been very hard working dear and I wouldn't mind if you take a little rest and
you and Harry can help each other just like before,” she commented. “Come on let's have
breakfast and you and Harry will ride a carriage to Hogsmeade and from there you can apparate to
your home.

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That morning at breakfast almost everyone had said their condolences from my co-professors to
the students.

“Hermione, I'm so sorry about what happened,” Draco said and he gave me a warm hug. “Ginny
and I will try and drop by tonight.”

“Thanks Draco,” I replied and that was basically me answer to everyone who in my eyes pitied me
for having lost the only people in the world who loved me. I know that there are a lot of people,
who care for me, like Professor McGonagall, the Weasleys and some friends, but my parents were the
only people who ever loved me for me, well, Harry did too, but he doesn't remember anything. I
felt so lonely.

“I hope you don't mind me coming with you,” It was Harry he had caught up with me after I
left the crowded Great Hall.

“No, I don't I'm actually relieved having someone around because at the moment I feel so
alone,” I admitted. I was crying again first in front of McGonagall and now in front of Harry.

He hugged me and said that I should cry. It was the only right thing to do. “Go on cry it out.
It will help you.”

“Thanks Harry,” I muttered as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Let's go and I'll help you pack a few things I already got my things ready and
they're already in my pocket,” he said and we headed to my room and he helped me gather a few
things.

We rode a carriage to Hogsmeade and from there we apparated to my parents house.

Harry looked around to what probably seemed to him was a new place. He wouldn't be able to
remember the times he spent his last two summer in this same house.

“Harry just go upstairs and second door to the left, that's your room,” I said and I thought
I heard him say I know but he could have said anything. I was after all confused.

I called the hospital and I would go there after I finish unpacking my few things. I'd go
there and get my parents' funeral arranged at the house I also called up a few relatives that I
thought was in the country.

Harry and I went to the hospital morgue and for the first time I saw my parents' lifeless
bodies. Harry held my hand and I buried my face on his chest. He spoke to the hospital people and
he arranged for a small funeral service at the house.

That afternoon my parents were placed in their coffins in our living room, which was now lit up
and flower wreathes were everywhere. A few relatives came and most of my wizarding friends but they
wore muggle clothes to blend in. Arthur Weasley, the Minister of Magic and the other Weasleys also
came. Ron and Lavender with little Samantha, Molly carried two of her grandchildren Natalie and
Derrick, which were Charlie's kids. Fred and Angelina with Quirk their son also came. George
and Katie had to drag little Arthur inside. Ginny and Draco also came as promised. The Weasley
family really had grown. I sat at one side near my parents' coffins. I couldn't cry in
front of those people even if they were considered family to me. Harry was nice enough to talk to
the people who were coming. I even saw him and Ron talking at one corner. The house was filled with
people and still I felt all alone. My mum and dad are gone forever.

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It was almost midnight and the living room was almost deserted. The Weasleys had left except for
Ron. My muggle relatives would be back tomorrow for the burial.

“Hermione are you okay,” I heard Ron say as he and Harry entered the room. They went outside a
while back at the garden.

“I'm okay. Don't you have practice tomorrow?” I asked him as he and Harry sat at the
stools in front of me.

“He'll go home in a little while. We just want to make sure you're okay and besides I
told him that I'll take care of you,” Harry said.

“Thanks to the both of you. I don't know what would happen to me if I didn't have you
two in my life,” I admitted.

“Well, let's see. When Harry here was missing for six long years you've gone bonkers and
dated Malfoy,” Ron joked and I have to say it made me laugh a little.

“Ronald Weasley if I'm not mistaken your sister is married to that particular Malfoy and I
don't see you complaining,” I remarked and it was Ron's turn to laugh.

“Why what's wrong with Draco?” Harry asked then I remembered that he lost his memory and had
no idea what hell Draco had brought to our lives in the past particularly to my life.

“Oh, sorry we forgot you have no memory of that,” Ron said. “Hermione here will fill you in with
the details. And Harry it's just like in our first year when you came to Hogwarts the first
time. You are so famous. The boy-who-lived and you had no idea who you are at the Wizarding world
and Hermione here knew everything about you. I bet she can do the same again and I wouldn't
mind helping also specially when it comes to Quidditch of course.”

“He lost his memory but he never lost his interest in Quidditch,” I jokingly commented.

“Actually, that's not the only thing he didn't lose interest in… He's still
interested with…” Ron tried to say but Harry covered his mouth. Harry was blushing mad.

“You boys still haven't change. Pardon me Harry but you may have lost your memory but you
and Ron still act the same way, like kids,” I scolded.

“I better leave now. Lavender would be worried sick. Take care Hermione, and Harry, remember
what we talked about. It's nice to have you back Harry,” Ron said and he disapparated.

“What did you boys talk about?” I asked Harry.

“Well, Ron told me about the three of us. No wonder he was so upset. He was my best friend too
and I didn't recognize him and I felt really stupid. You two were supposed to be the closest
people to me and I don't remember,” he admitted.

“Don't worry. Like I said to you before I'll try and help you. We'll find a cure to
whatever it is that happened to you. You might have forgotten but I have a reputation of a know it
all back in those days and it wouldn't be long and you'll remember everything,” I said and
in a way I wanted to believe myself. If I can get back Harry's memory I wouldn't be alone
anymore.

“Hermione, I want to thank you for being patient with me,” he said. And he took my hand and gave
it a light squeeze. “I may not remember who you were to me before but I'm sure you were someone
important.”

`Yes, Harry I was important to you. You loved me then I loved you too and I think I still
do,' I told myself.

To be continued…

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5. Rekindling the Past
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Chapter five … I hope your enjoying this fic as much as I enjoy writing it …short fluff…scratch
that it ain't short but I do hope I won't exceed 10 chapters.

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**Chapter 5: Rekindling the Past**

We looked the doors but didn't go up to our rooms. Harry and I stayed up all night talking.
Once he got started asking questions and me answering them we just went on for hours. For that one
night I tried to forget that I was alone in this world with no one to love me. For that particular
night Harry was my companion and he made me feel a lot better. It was far better than the many
people who came to the house to console me but it was that estranged feeling of Harry understanding
what I was going through that made the night bearable.

We were sitting at the big couch with our feet crossed and we were facing each other. I just
finished telling him about our sixth year.

“So you mean Draco Malfoy wasn't actually our friend back then. He's a death eater's
son only he wasn't that all bad,” Harry said.

“You can say that,” I just said.

“So you and Ron became just friends after he cheated on you. Did I hit him or anything like
that?” he asked.

“I don't know. I think you should ask Ron that questions,” I replied. I was staring at a
very familiar stranger. Harry my dear best friend, the man I loved so much was hearing a few events
that took place in his forgotten past.

“What happened then? You said Cho broke up with me. Did I love her?” another question I
didn't feel comfortable to answer but I think he ought to know these things.

“I think you did Harry,” I replied quietly. He suddenly took my hands in his and asked me
another embarrassing questions.

“If you and Ron broke up and Cho and I aren't together, did we by any chance became a
couple?” he asked me and I saw the eagerness in his eyes. He longed to know the truth and I really
didn't know whether I was ready to tell him about that particular past.

“Well, we… we did have a relationship. But you left to fight Voldemort and I was left behind,” I
reluctantly told him and I felt him squeeze my hands gently.

“I'm sorry I did that,” he muttered. I just gave him a small smile. The pain of that night
when he left me came back.

“So we loved each other back then?” he asked. I only nodded. “Did you loved anyone else when I
left?”

“I never loved anyone else while I waited for your return but then you went missing and for two
years I've waited. I did have one relationship but I ended up with another broken heart,” I
admitted.

“Draco Malfoy?” he said and I just nodded.

“He and Ginny got together while we were still together. I have no regrets though. We even
became close friends,” I said.

“I must have caused you a of pain then. Leaving you like that. I wish I could remember
everything and finally correct my mistakes,” he muttered. “When I was in America I had always
wondered who I was and where I could find people of the same kind. I knew I was different and it
scared me. A girl helped me. She was also a witch we met at Salem. I don't know how I got there
but somehow it felt safe with her. She lived with a muggle family. I went out with her after a
couple of years but somehow I felt like I was betraying someone's trust and I just couldn't
continue seeing her. I moved out and contacted the ministry in Salem and I guess that's when
they told Dumbledore about me. Dumbledore helped me practice my magical skills and surprisingly
they're still intact. I have always wanted to have my memory back and Dumbledore told me about
my mum and dad and how they died. I asked him if I had any friends and he told me your name and
Ron's. I couldn't quite place what I felt but I knew that knowing your names made me feel a
little better.”

Tears were blurring my sight. Harry may not have remembered me but there was something in him
that still held Ron and me in his heart if I could only find a way to help him.

I hugged Harry. “I missed you Harry so much. Please don't ever leave me again. I have nobody
left,” I broke down into sobs.

“I promise Hermione, I'll always be here for you. I will do my very best to get my memory
back. Hermione, what if I tell you that I think I'm falling in love with you, would you believe
me?” I just looked at him. I was a bit shocked but I threw myself at him and hugged him. I
wasn't sure if he would still remember his past but I pretended that for just one night he was
the Harry I've known all my life and in a way he was, only without the memories.

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At my parents' funeral service at the cemetery I didn't cry. The Weasley's were all
present and even Percy and Penelope who came all the way from Greece just to console me. After
everyone left though I started crying and buried my face in Harry's chest. My parents are gone
forever. I no longer have my mum and dad with me. I had to wake up to the reality that I was once
again lonely being.

“You're not alone Hermione I'm with you,” he whispered in my ears. I hugged Harry even
tighter. I was held on to him as if holding on to dear life. I was kept in his protective arms. I
felt safe. I realized that tomorrow I would have to move on. My parents would have wanted me to be
strong and I wouldn't want to disappoint them.

“Thanks for being around,” I said as we walked towards the road in the quiet and empty
cemetery.

“I wasn't around enough. I should have saved you a lot of trouble if I didn't leave you
behind,” I heard regret in Harry's voice.

“You did what you think was right Harry and the important thing is your back and you came just
right in time. Just when I needed you with me,” I admitted.

“I'll never leave you again I promise,” he said as he reached and cupped my faced and kissed
me gently on the lips. Then it was like something hit him and he fainted.

To be continued…



6. The Truth
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Chapter six … I hope you're enjoying this fic as much as I enjoy writing it …short
fluff…scratch that it's a little long but I think the ending is coming soon.

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**Chapter 6: The Truth**

Harry collapsed just as our lips touched for the first time. He fell on the ground. He was
unconscious. I checked for his pulse and he was still breathing. I stopped myself from panicking.
It was only the two of us in the cemetery.

“Hermione, what happened?” I heard someone say from behind me. It was Ron he just apparated. “I
checked in your house you still weren't there so I figured you guys were still out here. What
happened to Harry?”

“I don't know he just fainted. Let's take him home,” I said and Ron and I got Harry and
we disapparated to my house.

We placed Harry on the bed. I checked if he was having a fever or anything but his temperature
was normal.

“Tell me what happened Hermione,” Ron said as we sat on Harry's bedside. I saw the look of
worry on his face.

“We were just talking and well, we kissed and he suddenly fainted. I don't know it had never
happened to him before,” I admitted. Ron might as well know that Harry kissed me.

“Strange, you guys kissed and he faints,” he commented.

“I know. I'm scared Ron. What if something happens to him? I can't bear the thought of
losing him again. I just lost my parents not him too,” I cried. Ron hugged me and tried to comfort
me.

“You know he could just be tired,” Ron tried to reassure me. I wasn't feeling well. My
parents just died and now Harry's unconscious for no particular reason except maybe for the
fact that we kissed but why would he faint because of it?

“I don't know what I'll do if I lose him again Ron. I just don't think I can live
anymore if I lose him. I don't have anyone,” I sobbed for what seemed to me like hours.

`Hermione? Hermione, open your eyes,' I heard someone say. I did and I was in strange place.
It was Harry. We were in a beautiful meadow of flowers.

`Where are we Harry?' I asked. He smiled at me.

`In your head,' he plainly answered. `I thought it would take long before I can actually
surface.'

`I don't understand what do you mean. Do you remember who you are now?' I asked him as
he went closer to me.

`Of course I do. I know everything. But I don't think my physical self would acknowledge me
yet,' he replied.

`I don't get it. What do you mean? Tell me Harry. Tell me what happened,' I asked. It
was a strange dream if it really was one.

`Remember I fought Voldemort. I won over him but before he died he said that his death eaters
would kill the people I love. That they will find a way to destroy the lives of the people that
mean a lot to me,' he explained. `After killing him I escaped and went to the United States
hoping I can keep the death eaters away from all of you. I knew that after defeating Voldemort I
used up a lot of my powers that I won't be able to protect you. Some rogue death eaters caught
me but I think they didn't know much about me so they had to use a Veritaserum on me so I can
tell them about my family and friends so they can avenge Voldemort's death. The Veritaserum
wouldn't work if I don't remember anything. I guess I willed myself to forget the people I
loved and cared for so that the death eaters wouldn't find out about you, Ron, the Weasleys and
the rest of the people related to me. It's like suffering from selective amnesia only I willed
it to happen. I didn't forget my magical skills so I was able to defend myself but I was lost
and I couldn't find my way back. I had to wait for years before the ministry had taken cared of
the death eaters. I tried to resurface but my protective instincts wouldn't let me. I tried to
resurface one time and I guess Dumbledore was there and heard me. I said that I should get back to
Hogwarts and he did bring me back.'

`Oh Harry, I've missed you. How can I help you?' I said as I hugged him and kissed him
for the first time.

`I think your doing a good job. When my physical self kissed you I saw an opening but I guess I
forced myself too much that's why I fainted. I think that we should do it gradually. I guess
the first thing that my physical self should know is that everyone is safe. Then maybe he would let
me resurface. I know that with my memories of you or without them my physical self still loves you.
I'm only part of a memory that myself holds fondly of you. I know that you would realize that
maybe even without me, you can still love Harry,' he admitted.

`Maybe you are right. Maybe the past isn't important but I want Harry to remember and
I'll help him. I'll help you. He wanted to forget so he can save us. Now I understand.
I'll do my best. I already know what happened I guess I'll be able to find a way. I love
you Harry, never forget that.'

`I love you too,' that was the last thing I heard him say.

“Hermione, are you okay?” It was Ron. I was slumped at Harry's side holding his hand.

“I fell asleep?” I asked as I sat at the side of the bed.

“You dozed off after crying you held Harry's hand and I guess you slept a little,” Son said.
I spoke to Harry in my sleep. Is that possible?

Harry was moving. “Harry, are you alright?” I asked as he opened his eyes and sat up.

“Yes, I'm fine. What happened to me?” he asked.

“You fainted,” Ron replied.

“I did. I can't believe that happened. I'm sorry Hermione if I got the two of you
worried,” he said.

“It's alright. Harry, did you by any chance had a dream while you slept?” I had to ask
him.

“I… I think I did. I saw myself with you. I couldn't hear what we were talking about but we
hugged and kissed before you left,” he admitted and he looked at me and Ron a little
embarrassed.

“It's alright mate. I saw you and Hermione a few times doing that when we were in our
seventh year,” Ron said jokingly.

Now it was my turn to feel embarrassed. “We'll go down stairs to get you something to eat,
stay here okay?” I said and I asked Ron to come with me.

At the kitchen I told Ron about my strange dream and he said he'd look it up but he had to
go and catch up on his practice. I brought Harry a sandwich and some orange juice.

“Are you sure you're okay or should I Floo McGonagall and tell her you need to rest and
we'll just go back to school tomorrow,” I asked him as I set the try at the side table.

“I should be the one taking care of you, you know?” he said as he took a sip on the orange
juice.

“Well, I'm not the one who went unconscious and besides my parents brought up a strong
woman,” I said with conviction.

“They surely did. Where ever they are right now. I bet they're so proud of you.” Harry took
my hand and squeezed it gently.

“So we're going back to school tonight?” I asked him and he nodded. “We'll be dropping
by the lawyer first I have some business to attend to.”

“Hermione, I hope I didn't scare you going unconscious and all that,” he said
apologetically.

“No Harry I'm fine you didn't scare me,” I lied. I was scared. I'm scared of the
fact that the next time we get too close he'll go unconscious and never wake up.

“I'll leave you now and please finish your sandwich so you won't go fainting on me
again,” I said jokingly before I went out of the room. He smiled at me and started eating the
sandwich.

To be continued…

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7. Sacrifices
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Chapter seven … I hope you're enjoying this fic as much as I enjoy writing it …short
fluff…scratch that it's a little long but I think the ending is coming soon. Thanks for the
wonderful reviews.

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**Chapter 7: Sacrifices**

Harry accompanied me to Davison and Frank Law firm. It was in a 50-storey building, quite posh
for a corporate place.

Dad's muggle clothes fit Harry well although they were a little shorter it wasn't
anything that a little magic can't fix.

“Hermione this place mysteriously has magic ward,” Harry whispered to me. I smiled at him. Harry
may have lost his memory but his skills and good magical sense hasn't diminished.

“It protects the place from anyone who tries to cheat in a magical way. My dad and mum picked
this law firm because these people not only deal with muggle legalities they're also involved
with our magical world as well,” I explained. “It's actually the first time I came here without
my parents.

We went to the receptionist in the 12th floor and asked for Mr. Karl Davison. We were
then sent to a nice little conference room where we waited for Mr. Davison. After five minutes the
kind looking man of forty came in the room.

“Ms. Granger, I'm Karl Davison the attorney your parents assigned to look over your
properties and who would supervise your inheritance until such time you have accomplished the
condition they set in their last will and testament. But I have to say I don't think it would
be difficult for you,” he said as he eyed Harry and me.

“So what conditions are these? I had the sudden urge to ask.

“Well, Ms. Granger your parents had left you a very hefty sum to put in simple terms. â‚¤5
million worth of assets and stocks,” I couldn't believe my ears. I know my parents had a way
with money but I couldn't imagine how well they handled our money until today.

“I know you're a bit shocked Ms. Granger but your parents had a very clever way of knowing
where to put their money and would soon be your money if you can satisfy one condition,” Mr.
Davison said.

“Hermione, your rich. You wouldn't even need to teach anymore,” Harry said. He was very
happy for me. Harry himself didn't have to work he probably has millions of galleons in his
vault.

“But I'll only get the money on one condition. What is the condition?” I asked Mr. Davison
and the old man smiled at me.

“It says here in their testament that in order for you to get all your inheritance you should be
married before your twenty sixth birthday. It also says here that if you have accomplished this
task you can choose whether too keep the money as is and put in muggle investment or if all your
accounts should be transferred to your Gringotts vault. Of course I don't see any problem with
the condition seeing your companion,” Mr. Davison eyed Harry. He was slightly blushing as I was
too. “Ms. Granger you would be receiving a monthly â‚¤10,000 and it would be converted to wizard
money and straightly delivered to your Gringotts account. If you fail to do as your parents wished.
You will only get Â¼ of your inheritance and the rest of your money would be divided into different
charitable institutions. Your parents made this testament two years ago who would have thought that
they would pass away so quickly.” He gave me a copy of the testament for me to read.

“Thanks Mr. Davison. I don't know if I'd be able to fulfill my parents condition just
yet and besides I'm only turning 25 this 19th so I still have a year to a look for a
groom,” I joked. “No offense to Harry here.” I would have been easy I would definitely want to
marry Harry but I don't want to jump into a relationship just yet. I know in my heart I have
feelings for him and in a way I think even without his memory he still loves me but how would I
know if it's the right thing. I'm scared of getting hurt again and I also fear that getting
really close with Harry would be dangerous for him.

As we went out of the law office and out from a corner I saw a familiar face. Could it be? Harry
and I were walking towards our turn when it suddenly hit me. It was Dudley Dursley. I could see
from his reaction that he saw us. He was looking at Harry in the weirdest sort of way. He went
towards us dragging along a little girl about 5 years old.

“Harry? Is it really you?” Dudley said as he approached us.

“Excuse me do I know you?” Harry said with a confused look on his face.

“I guess I mistook you for someone,” the fat Dudley who almost looked like his father said.

“Uh… Dudley. I'm sorry, Harry doesn't remember you,” I but in. I saw the confused look
that now rested on both their faces. “Harry, Dudley here is your cousin remember the stuffs
Dumbledore told you about living with your mother's relatives. You lived with them since you
were a year old after your parents died,” I explained. Before I knew it Harry hugged his bulky
cousin. If Harry only remembered how the Dursley's treated him I don't think he even come
across of thinking about hugging his cousin.

“Dad, is he my uncle?” the little girl tugged Dudley's shirt.

“Well, yes sweet heart. This is your uncle Harry,” Dudley carried the little girl as if to show
her to Harry.

“Hi! Uncle Harry. I'm Daisy. I'm turning 6 soon,” the little girl beamed. Harry smiled
at the little girl and even carried her. “Can you come to my birthday uncle Harry?”

“Mum and dad would really be shocked to see you Harry after all these years,” Dudley said. He
wasn't the snotty bulky boy who would bully on Harry. I've seen Dudley in the past and the
person I was seeing now was different from the one who bullied and mistreated Harry before.

“Uncle Harry, when you go to our house I'll show you my flying teacups,” Daisy said
cheerfully. I saw the sad look on Dudley's face. I guess I finally realized why he's
changed. Daisy is like Harry and me. She's also a witch. Now he understands, I guess. The cute
little blonde girl was beaming at her uncle.

“When is your birthday?” Harry asked the little girl.

“It's this Sunday. Do come Harry if you have the time. You may not believe this but I'm
glad to see you again. Come to our house it's beside our old one. Mum and dad insisted my
family to stay close by,” Dudley said. “You're Hermione right? Thanks for taking care of Harry
here,” he said to me. I just nodded and smiled at him.

Harry gave Daisy back to Dudley and the two went walking on but Daisy looked back for the last
time and waved at us.

“I think we'll have a Dursley in Hogwarts soon,” I said. Harry was beaming at the little
girl who was now almost out of sight.

Harry and I arrived at Hogwarts through a Floo network from the Leaky Cauldron to the Three
Broomsticks at Hogsmeade and from there we rode a carriage.

When we got back inside Hogwarts Professor McGonagall greeted us. I went straight to her office.
I then learned that Ron told her about my dream and inquired on cases of memory lost, which are
almost like Harry's. Harry went to talk to Remus Lupin who was substitute for him.

“Hermione do you remember Neville Longbottom's parents. They are now well and have their
memory back. They're almost the same as Harry's case only they were driven to insanity and
had completely lost their memory. Neville and a certain Medi-wizard in St. Mungos made the potion,
which Neville's parents had taken. If you and Harry would go on an appointment this Saturday
with Neville they night be able to help,” McGonagall said.

“Thanks Professor,” I said.

“Hermione dear condolences to your parents. But I know good people like them are now happy
wherever they are,” Professor McGonagall said. I smiled at her weakly.

I went out of the head mistress's office and took a short cut towards my room. I saw someone
waiting at my hidden door. It was Harry seating at the floor.

“Harry, what's wrong what happened to you?” I asked as I went down to my nice.

“Remus just told me about the many people who died before I defeated Voldemort. He told me that
Sirius and Arabella who were supposed to be my godparents died in battle. He said those two truly
loved me and they were willing to risk their lives for me and they did,” Harry said.

“Oh Harry.” Sirius and Arabella died in our seventh year. It was once of Harry's reasons why
he went out on his own to face Voldemort. He wanted to avenge their deaths among the many other
that died. “Remus shouldn't have told you just yet.”

“I was the one who asked questions. It's not his fault,” Harry reasoned. How can I assure
that we are now safe?

“Harry, they died six years ago. Now the death eaters are gone and all of us are safe. You
don't need to worry anymore. No one will hurt us,” I hugged Harry. Before I knew it we were
kissing. Harry kissed me but this time he didn't faint. I opened the door and my heart was
telling me to let him in but my mind was telling me that it was too risky and I had to do what my
mind told me. Harry and I were still kissing but I stopped. “Sorry Harry I can't,” I said. I
got inside my room and closed the door. I know that I may have in some way hurt Harry's
feelings but I can't risk losing him again…

To be continued…

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8. The Cure
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Chapter eight … I hope you're enjoying this fic as much as I enjoy writing it …short
fluff…scratch that it's a little long but I think the ending is coming soon. Thanks for the
wonderful reviews. I wrote this before OotP.. so I used Medi-wizards instead of you know….because I
didn't know what they call them at that time.

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**Chapter 8: The Cure**

The rest of the week was normal for me. Since Harry and I got back at Hogwarts we've been a
lot closer. Although that night we came back to Hogwarts we came into an awkward situation we
shoved that incident behind and focused on getting Harry's memory back. Ron had collected a
number of Photo albums of our pictures at Hogwarts to show Harry.

Draco was nice enough to coordinate with St. Mungos to research. We found out that the
Medi-wizard that concocted the potion was already dead because of old age. Draco was looking for
anyone who can work on the same potion. He was a good potions master but what to make was too
complicated for a beginner like him.

Harry had been teaching the DADA subject really well. He's branded the best and most
good-looking teacher in Hogwarts, which was Draco's old title.

“Hermione are you coming with me to see Dr. Neville Longbottom?” Harry asked as he came up to me
in the corridor.

“You make meeting Neville sound so like a serious matter,” I joked remembering how clumsy
Neville was back in the old days. But it was surely a serious matter. It concerned Harry's
memory.

“Hermione, I know you're trying to pull away from me because I haven't gained my memory
back. I promise you I'll try my very best to get all my memories back,” he said as he took my
hand in his.

“Oh Harry, I'm sorry if I seem distant to you. It's not that I don't want to be with
you. It's just that I fear that as long as you haven't regained your memory there is still
a risk for me to lose you and I don't want that to happen,” I said and I did I shouldn't
have done. I kissed him on the lips. It was tender. It was true and heartfelt. I knew from that
moment on that I truly loved him still. Good thing Harry didn't go unconscious.

“I love you Hermione,” he whispered to my ear as he pulled into a tight embrace. It felt like
heaven in his arms.

“I love you too Harry. We're going in this together. You can leave me again I won't let
you,” I whispered back at him. A Gryffindor Prefect who pretty much reminded me of Terry Boot
passed by and both Harry and I jumped away from each other. When the prefect was gone we both broke
down into laughter.

“You should have seen your face,” Harry blurted out.

“You should have seen yours. Hah, just like old days,” I sighed. I wish Harry could remember
that too.

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At St. Mungos, Harry and I arrived early. We were asked to wait for Dr. Neville Longbottom at
his office.

“Look here Hermione. Is this Neville?” Harry pointed out the now slim figured Neville with his
wife Susan from Hufflepuff and their children.

“Yes Harry that's Neville,” I said and just at that moment Neville came in his office.

“I came as soon as I heard. Is it really? I can't believe it Harry. You're back,”
Neville said as he went straight to Harry.

“Uhm… Neville Harry doesn't remember?” I explained.

“Oh…I'm sorry. How are you doing Hermione?” he asked me.

“I'm fine. Thanks. McGonagall told me that your parents are already cured.” Neville was
smiling and I guess that meant yes.

“My parents are okay now but Dr. Chillster is dead. We worked on the potion. I needed his
expertise to concoct the potion. If done the wrong way it would be quite lethal,” Neville
explained.

“Would it work for me? Hermione told me that your parents suffered from complete memory loss and
they were pushed to insanity. Mine isn't like that. I can't remember my friends and family
but I have my magical knowledge intact,” Harry asked.

“So you're case is like selective amnesia as muggles like to call it. We could also use the
same treatment but like I said it is dangerous if done the wrong way. I even asked Draco if he
could help me but he said it's too complex for him and he'll find someone else. I think he
doesn't want to risk Harry's life,” Neville explained.

“Is there anyone you know who can work with you in that potion?” I asked. There could be someone
out there that could help us. I was also thinking of the risks that Harry would be taking.

“I know Snape went under Chillster's training before he went to Hogwarts to teach I'm
not sure if he can make the potion although it wouldn't be a good experience for me to work
with him. I don't think Snape would ever want to do it, especially for Harry,” Neville
reasoned.

“All of us are in debt from Harry. He saved us from Voldemort so he has no right to reject the
idea of repaying Harry by giving his memory back,” I blurted out. “I'll go and talk to Snape
myself. If he knows how to make that memory potion he has to do it.”

“I'll go with you Hermione. I want to see this Snape. Who is he anyway?” Harry said. So
Harry also forgot about Snape so in some way he also protected that guy even if he was the meanest
professor we have ever had except maybe for Trelawney.

“I wish the two of you good luck. Do tell me if Snape agrees. It wouldn't be the time of my
life to work with him but I'll do it for Harry. Like you said Hermione we owe him,” Neville
said before he hugged Harry and me goodbye.

We went out of the office and went back to Hogwarts. Tomorrow we will go to Daisy's birthday
so we went to Hogsmeade to buy her a present.

“Which store should we go to?” Harry asked me. I scanned the place and my eyes landed on 3W.

“There! That's your favorite store except maybe for Zonko's,” I said as we went towards
the Weasley's Wizarding Wheazes or the 3W.

Harry's eyes lit up in the things in the shop. The Weasley business had branched out to
every wizarding community. The founders themselves personally manage this Shop in Hogsmeade, which
was also their first.

“Harry, Hermione good to see the two of you here,” greeted Fred. “George isn't here. He had
to meet with some people in Italy who are interested on a franchise.”

“Harry you remember Fred,” I said. And Harry nodded at him.

“Hey, what are Hogwarts professors doing in a joke shop? Playing a prank on poor firsties
aren't yah?” Fred inquired and I just laughed.

“No we came here to buy a present for my niece. She's five,” Harry replied.

“Hermione, you know we don't sell toys for little kids here,” Fred said. “Only kidding.
Since Fred and I had kids we have made a section of toys and things that are safe for young
ones.”

He led as to a place at the back. It had enchanted stuff animals that talk. They also had toy
cars and mini broomsticks.

“I'll get the broomstick and a talking teddy bear,” Harry said.

“Fred took the broomstick and the bear and magically gift wrapped it in a jiffy.

Harry took of his necklace and there was his Gringotts key and a ring. It was the first time I
saw that ring. It had a diamond surrounded by emeralds and it was placed in a nice white gold bond.
Fred took the key and placed in a key holder. After blue light had filled the holder Fred took the
key and gave it back to Harry. It was the wizard way of charging our purchases.

“Come back here again,” Fred called to us.

“We will,” I called back. Whose ring was on Harry's necklace?

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9. Taking the Risk
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Chapter 9: Taking the Risk

“You want me to help Neville my most incompetent student to make a memory reviving potion. Draco
I thought you are better than this. You know pretty well that Neville isn’t exactly a very reliable
person,” Snape blurted. I hate it when he ignores me like I don’t exist. Harry, Draco and I went to
Snape’s home to personally ask him for help. I couldn’t bring Ron along because he still hated
Snape. Draco on the other hand had been Snape’s favorite ever since and I thought he can convince
the old slimy potions master to help.

“Can you make the potion or not?” I had enough of his nonsense. I probably got his attention
because he was staring at me.

“Ms. Granger, you of all people should know that procedure like what you’re asking me is very
dangerous. All I’m saying is your beloved Potter might die if he undergoes the treatment especially
with Longbottom involved,” Snape acknowledged my presence.

“Excuse me sir. I think Longbottom is a very good doctor. He had been able to cure a number of
difficult memory cases,” Harry addressed Snape respectfully. He really doesn’t remember anything,
that’s for sure. So does that mean Harry even tried to protect the people who didn’t treat him
well, like the Dursleys or Snape. Harry’s a saint.

“Well, you must have suffered severe memory lose if you think highly of Longbottom,” Snape
smirked. I have never liked Snape in the past and I do not like him now. He’s being stubborn and
unreasonable.

“With all due respect Severus I don’t think it would be much of a risk if you’re the one working
on the potion. Longbottom would just be assisting. You still know the procedure and only an expert
like you can do it,” Draco now resorts to flattering the former head of the Slytherin house. I have
to say Snape still has a soft side for his little pet, as I jokingly call Draco.

“Okay, I’ll only agree to this because I know I owe Potter my life just like anyone of us in the
wizarding world. But I have to remind you that he would be taking a risk if he drinks the potion.
The memory-reviving potion had been known for many years but only a few can make them and still
drinking it is very risky. It can become a very lethal poison if done the wrong way and working
with Longbottom on a very serious potion like this I cannot promise anything,” It was a little
reassuring when Snape admitted that all of us are in debt with Harry but it scared the crap out of
me when he told us that drinking the potion can also kill. I know that Neville is a successful
doctor and all but he himself admitted that he doesn’t fancy the idea of working with Snape. What
would happen to Harry if anything goes wrong?

“I’ll make you a deal. Let Harry decide if he’s willing to take the risk of drinking a potion
Neville Longbottom and I will make then I will agree. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. Chillster
may have patience with Longbottom but may I remind you that Longbottom and I never had any good
relations whatsoever,” Snape said. I can’t believe Professor Sinistra married him. He’s so
annoyingly rude.

“I am willing to take the risk sir if it means I’ll have a chance to get my memory back,” Harry
said.

“I said think about it. You may have lost your memory Potter but you’re still stubbornly brave,
no wonder you lost your memory. Rethink this over and over. Believe me Potter this isn’t just
whether you get your memory back or you don’t. The choices are between remembering or dying.”
Snape’s words sent chills down my spine. I can’t lose Harry again. I just wouldn’t know what I’d do
if I lose him again.

Harry looked at me. It made me feel so conscious. “I’ll think about it. Thanks for your time
sir,” Harry said and he stood up. Draco and I followed him.

“Thanks for coming with us Draco,” Harry said when we got out of the house.

“Actually, if Sinistra was only there she could have talked Severus to do the procedure but I
have to agree with him. The potion would only be either effective or lethal. So going through it is
quiet a risk. Only four out of twenty people had survived the memory reviving potion,” Draco
explained. In my mind a debate was going on. Is his memory really important to you? Do you want to
lose Harry again what if the potion doesn’t work are you willing to take the risk?

“Hermione, are you okay? Should I just let you go back to Hogwarts with Draco? I can go to
Daisy’s birthday alone,” I heard Harry say.

“No I’m fine. I’ll go with you,” I answered.

“Are you sure?” he’s eyes were filled with concern.

“I’m okay. Draco, Harry and I will just go and visit Harry’s niece. Tell McGonagall we’ll be
back in a little while,” I said. Draco disapparated after saying goodbye and Harry and I did the
same.

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We’re at number #5 Privet Drive. We saw Dudley and his wife as they went around the nicely
decorated front lawn to attend to Daisy’s little guests.

It was lovely to watch those little kids. I wonder if Harry didn’t go missing all those years
could we be married this time with kids of our own?

“Harry, I’m glad you came. This is my wife Sam,” Dudley introduced his wife to Harry. “Sam this
is my cousin Harry and his girlfriend Hermione,” I wasn’t able to say anything I just smiled. Harry
didn’t even try to correct his cousin.

“I’m so glad to meet you. Come in and have something to eat,” Sam led us inside the house.

Dudley opened the door and we saw Daisy slumped on the floor pouting but when she saw Harry. She
stood up and run up to him.

“Uncle Harry. I thought you wouldn’t come,” the little girl said as Harry carried her in his
arms.

“Of course I’d never break a promise. Aunt Hermione and I got something for you,” Harry said.
Now I’m aunt Hermione, wonder what’s next?

Harry handed her the two gifts. “Don’t show it to anyone except maybe your mum and dad. You’ll
be surprised with what’s inside,” Harry whispered to her. Daisy giggled.

“Okay uncle. I bet grandma and grandpa would want to see you,” Daisy pulled Harry to the
kitchen. “Aunt Hermione come I’ll show you to grandma.” I followed Harry and Daisy in the
kitchen.

Harry’s Aunt Petunia was in a bit of shock. “It can’t be. Harry your alive,” Petunia said.

“What’s wrong Petunia…?” Vernon stopped on his feet. “Harry? Is that you?”

Harry just smiled at his two bewildered old relatives.

“Uncle Harry, grandma Petty and Grandpa Vernie,” Daisy exclaimed. It was funny how she called
her grandparents those weird nicknames. “Grandma, grandpa, uncle Harry came and he got me presents.
He’s with aunt Hermi… I don’t know how to say her name.”

“It’s really you. Of goodness, I hope you didn’t come here to…” Vernon tried to say but Harry
hugged him then Petunia.

“It’s so nice to see you again,” Harry said. He doesn’t remember what the Dursleys did to him.
For a while I thought Vernon would wet his pants in fear and Petunia had the look on her face like
she was dying to get out of the kitchen.

“We’re also happy to see you Harry,” Petunia said between slight stutters.

“Let’s go uncle Harry. I promised to show you my teacups. Come and join us aunt Hermini,” I
thought my little nickname was cute. She took hold of my hand and Harry’s on the other. We went up
stairs to her attic room.

“You two sit down and I’ll give you little show. Then can I open my presents,” Daisy said and
Harry and I sat on the floor. Daisy started to put out her tea set.

“What do you reckon, will the tea cups fly or not?” Harry asked me.

“Well, I think we’ll see a wonderful show,” I replied.

“Hey you should pay attention,” Daisy scolded and Harry and I focused on her little show.
“Teacups fly,” Daisy said and the teacups started flying around the room like they were possessed
by blue Cornish pixies. She sure didn’t use any spells but it did work.

“That’s very good Daisy now ask your teacups to stop,” Harry said.

“Okay uncle. Stop!” and the teacups stopped in mid-air.

“Very good daisy,” I commended her. She’s Harry’s niece alright.

“Now, teacups back!” and all of Daisy teacups went back to where they were before they flew
about. “Now can I open my presents?”

“Sure dear open them,” Harry prodded her.

Daisy opened the talking bear first. She didn’t get scared like any other muggle child would
have.

“He’s really lovely. I’m going to call him Toby,” Daisy exclaimed.

“Hi! I’m Toby. Can we be friends,” the bear asked Daisy?

“You’re really cute. Of course Toby, from now on you’re my best friend,” Daisy exclaimed.
“Thanks uncle Harry and aunt Hermini.”

“You still have one more present from us,” Harry gave her the other package. I wasn’t sure if it
was a good idea to give her the broom.

Daisy took the package and opened it. “A broom stick. I dreamed I rode a flying one once,” she
said.

“Can you keep a secret,” Harry said. “This one flies too.”

Daisy beamed at the two of us. “ Then Toby and I can fly around the attic when no one is
around.”

“Tell your mum and dad of course,” reminded her.

“Okay aunt Hermini. Uncle Harry do you and aunt Hermini have a baby? I want to have a cousin
because mum said I can’t have a brother or a sister,” Daisy asked.

Her innocent question made me blush and Harry looked at me.

“We don’t have a baby yet. Don’t worry you’ll have a cousin one day.” I wonder what Harry
meant.

We stayed at the attic for a while to watch Daisy and Toby ride the mini broomstick then we came
down to enjoy some party food before we left.

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I could see in Harry’s face that he was happy to see his relatives although Petunia and Vernon
were scared and acted awfully weird. Dudley and Sam were very hospitable and Daisy was a very smart
girl. Harry told her about Hogwarts and she said that she would want to study in our school.

We found out that Sam is a squib a non-magic person born in a wizarding family. I think that
brought about the change in Dudley not to mention his daughters magical gift.

“Hermione, if given a choice would you want my memory back or would you just settle for me right
now. Not having a clue as to the people I knew in the past,” Harry’s question put me to a halt.

I thought about what I should say. I would love for Harry to have his memory back but I don’t
like the idea of risking his life. “Harry, I… I’m happy that you’re here with us and that’s all
that matters.”

He kissed my forehead and we walked inside the entrance hall. “That’s all I want to hear,” I
think I heard him say.

It felt all-warm inside being that close to Harry. I forgot to ask him a very important question
though about a certain ring.

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10. His Secret
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Chapter 10: His Secret

It’s been three weeks since we went to Snape’s home. Harry and I never talked about the
procedure. I for one didn’t want to bring it up. I’m very eager to have Harry’s memory back but not
for the cost of his life. I’d rather have him without his memory. I’ll remind him day by day about
his past if I have to but I don’t want him to risk his life.

School days had been quite typical. Lectures, exams and all those sorts, I have to say. Hogwarts
isn’t like what it used to be when Harry, Ron and me were studying. We have too many great
adventures together. Now I can say Hogwarts is a normal wizarding school. And the wizarding world
without Voldemort is peaceful and free. But even for all these freedom and peace I still long for
something that I couldn’t possibly have. I have too many fond memories with my best friends. I have
so many happy moments, which I shared with Harry and I would give anything for him to remember
them.

If only I can take the procedure for Harry then it would have been easier for me to accept. I
only had to choices. It’s either get Harry back with all his memory good or bad intact or I
wouldn’t have him at all. He would die and I would never have him again.

Today McGonagall had been giving me too much work that I haven’t been able to spend enough time
with Harry. After my classes I would be sent to conferences called by the Ministry of Magic.
McGonagall is usually the one going to such events but this week she had scheduled for me to attend
all conferences. It’s not that I don’t want to see Arthur Weasley and other Ministry officials but
I haven’t been able to spend time with Harry.

Ron on the other hand is frequenting the school. He, Draco and Harry would usually meet after
classes and would go off somewhere. And if I ask anyone of them where they have gone they would
give me three different answers.

“Hermione, are you okay?” Arthur Weasley asked. I was of course in the middle of a meeting.

“I’m sorry. I’m okay, what was it that Mr. Peters had suggested,” I said getting back in the
meeting.

“As I was saying Ms. Granger. I think Hogwarts should open a division for young wizards. Sort of
like the Muggle Day care or Kindergarten,” the old wizard with pinkish nose suggested.

“I would open your suggestions to Professor McGonagall. But may I say that if we open such a
division in Hogwarts we would need more teachers and more facilities. Educating children of magic
at such a young age can be too overwhelming for them,” I explained.

“But what about the minister’s grandson Travis. Isn’t he too young to be a first year?” Mrs.
Abbot asked.

“Madame, the case of Travis is quite different. He had been discovered to develop abilities at a
very young age of nine. The headmistress found it as a good reason to start him early in Hogwarts.
But like I said it would be something that I would open to the headmistress and to the school
governors to deliberate,” I said.

“Well, that would conclude our meeting. I will see you all next week. Ms. Granger please give as
the decision of Hogwarts with regards to this petition,” Arthur Weasley said before closing the
meeting.

Everyone left the conference hall except the minister and me. “Mr. Weasley have you any idea
where Ron, Harry and your son in law have been going these past weeks?” I asked him because I
really have no idea who to ask.

“Ron or Draco has never mentioned anything to me. Both of them have their own homes now and
would only visit Molly and I during weekends with our grand children. As for Harry, I’ve spoken to
Harry only in your parents’ funeral service. He hasn’t visited the Burrow for quite a while. I do
hope the two of you would come and visit us sometime,” the minister replied.

“Well, thanks anyway. Say hi Mrs. Weasley for me. Thanks again,” I said before leaving the
conference hall. I went outside and disapparated. I apparated at the 3 Broomstick, there I saw the
three people that I would want to talk to but I think I should try to listen to what they’re
talking about first.

I came and sat behind a divider, which was located behind their table. “So when do you exactly
intend to tell her?” I heard Ron say. I couldn’t see their faces but I surely recognize their
voices.

“Ron’s right Harry. Hermione would have to know about it eventually. And what if something goes
wrong? She has to know. She had been through a lot,” it was Draco.

“I will tell her before the treatment. I know she wouldn’t want me to go through with it. But I
have to. I’m doing it for her more than it is for me,” I heard Harry say. I wanted to face him and
talk to him. “I love her and I want to be the person she loved six years ago or even earlier than
that. I’m still not the same Harry and I have to be him to be good enough for her.” I felt tears
blurring my sight.

“Okay Harry. We won’t say anything but you will have to tell her eventually,” Ron said. I heard
enough. He still wanted to go through the treatment even if it would only mean a fifty-fifty chance
of survival. I run off crying. I wasn’t sure if they saw me but I had to get back inside the
school. I wonder if McGonagall knew and she didn’t tell me about it.

Ever since Harry left I have longed for him to come back to me. Then he returned without his
memory. I prayed that I can one day find a cure and now that we found one I don’t want him to go
through with it. I don’t want to lose him again. I locked myself in my room. I opened my old school
chest. I got out a musical jewelry box, which Harry bought for me in our sixth year to cheer me up.
Ron and I just broke up then and Harry did everything he could to make me smile. He and Cho were
still together but he chose to be with me that Hogsmeade weekend. He told me that he doesn’t care
if Cho would hate him if he would hang out with me all day as long as it would make me happy. We
went to Hogsmeade and bought every kind of sweets and candy we could find. We also went for a
stroll by the lake and we watched as the giant squid frolicked in the water. We sat on a nice warm
spot behind the rocks and he gave it to me, this musical box. Inside there was a necklace. It was a
nice gold chain with an emerald pendant. He promised to give ma a complete set of jewelry and I
laughed at the idea and for the first time that day I smiled. I stared at his deep emerald green
eyes. That was the first time we ever kissed. We never talked about it because he was still with
Cho and I felt guilty because I knew what it was like to be cheated on. They broke up in our
seventh year and Harry and I finally became a couple. That was the happiest year of my life. He was
the ideal boy friend. I told myself I have finally found him and he was just beside me all along.
He gave me a pair of earrings on my seventeenth birthday and a bracelet in our Snowball.

Now I was staring at the jewelry he bought me, some years back. I don’t think he’ll be able to
complete the set but it really doesn’t matter to me. I just don’t want to lose him ever again. I’d
rather spend the rest of my life reminding him every day of our past.

I heard someone knock on my door. “Hermione, Hermione I know you’re in there?” it was Harry.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” It was a painful thing to say and I know that I was only lying to
myself.

“I don’t care I’m going in,” Harry said and the next thing I knew he was inside my room. I think
he went passed the door like a ghost.

I sat up on my bed. “You weren’t suppose to do that,” I said.

“You heard as talking, didn’t you?” he asked calmly as he sat beside me.

“I did. Why do you think I’m this upset?” I retorted. He looked away.

“That’s why I didn’t want you to know about it. I knew you would freak out,” he muttered.

“Well, what did you expect me to do? Just wait till that procedure to kill you. Harry haven’t
you had enough risks taken?” I asked. I was a little hysterical. “Just like before Harry. You’d
jump into something and you’ll leave me. And maybe this time for good.”

“No Hermione. I won’t leave you. I’m willing to take this risk because I want to know what I
have missed knowing all these years. Do you know how it feels to have you and Ron laughing about
jokes that we three used to share and I have no idea what it is? At night I wonder what it felt
like to have you in my arms because I’m sure that I held you in my arms even once. Now I can’t
touch as much as I want to because you’re scared of me fainting and not waking up again. Hermione,
I want to be with you and the only way to do it is to go through the procedure and take the risk. I
want to remember all the promises I made to you before so I can keep them,” he said.

I was still crying. Harry was right. We cannot love each other and have fear separating us. I
truly love him and if he wants to undergo the procedure under Neville and drink the memory-reviving
Potion, which Snape would be concocting then I would only have to pray for the best.

“Hermione, I need you to believe in me. Please support me in this. You’re my only reason for
living and I don’t want you to give up on me that easily,” Harry said and he caught my lips in his
and I melted in his embrace.

I was drowning in his arms then he stopped. And I understood why. He has to go on with the
procedure first. Our fate lies in the hands of the most unlikely pair, Snape and Longbottom. I hope
they wouldn’t let the past get in the way of helping Harry.

He kissed my forehead before leaving my room. I went back into staring at my music box.

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11. New Life
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**Chapter 11: New Life**

Harry had finally convinced me it’s the only way for us to be together. He told me that in order
to be happy we have to take certain risks. If only I became a doctor I should have been the one to
do the procedure on him and I wouldn’t mind working with Snape no matter how much I hated him as
long as Harry would be safe.

I tried to keep the whole ordeal out of my mind when in class so I can teach my subject well. It
had been harder for me lately knowing that Harry will go through the procedure two days from now.
He had arranged for Remus to take his place will under treatment and till he recovers.

Harry brought me when he spoke to both Snape and Longbottom. They assured me that they will do
their best and even if it was the most unlikely thing to do I entrusted my fate with Harry to the
both of them. Neville had been practicing Magical Medicine for five years now and Snape is the only
known apprentice of Chillster.

“Hermione, Ginny and Lavender already gave birth,” Draco said happily as he entered my empty
classroom. “I can’t wait to get home. Both of them are in the Burrow. Are you and Harry coming with
me? I’m sure McGonagall won’t mind.”

“Congratulations Draco. I’ll ask Harry. Meet us at the entrance hall after ten minutes,” I said.
I hugged Draco and congratulated him again before we left the classroom. I went to the left wing
and he took the right. Ginny and Draco now have their first child. Ron and Lavender have two. Will
Harry and I be able to have a family of our own?

I found Harry at the grounds with the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

“Harry, I’ve been looking for you,” I said as I approached him.

“Good afternoon professor,” the team greeted me.

“Good afternoon to all of you too,” I answered. “Harry, Draco told me that Ginny and Lavender
already gave birth. Do want to come and visit them?” I asked Harry who was smiling at me.

“Of course I got an instant owl from Ron. Is Draco ready? We better be going now,” he replied
and he gently escorted me inside after dismissing the crowd.

How can he be so calm about it? Two days from now he’ll be in a life and death situation and he
isn’t worrying about it at all.

“Hermione, what’s bothering you?” he asked me as he gingerly cupped my face in his hands.

“Nothing, it’s just that I know the treatment is two days from now and I was just wondering why
you’re so calm about it?” I admitted.

“I have high hopes of surviving. I also want to get my memory back and do you want to know why?
The minute I get my memory back the first thing I’ll do is to ask you to marry me and that’s enough
reason for me to have faith and believe,” he said and he kissed me on the lips.

Draco who exaggeratedly cleared his throat interrupted us. “Are you two ready to go?” he asked
and we made our way to the gates so we can apparate to the Burrow.

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The three of us arrived at the Burrow, which had been renovated, into a very nice Manor. We
found our way to Ginny’s room and Draco hurried to his wife’s side.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to be with you in labor, dear,” Draco said and kissed his wife.

“It’s quite alright. We have a boy. He has your hair but he got the color of my eyes,” Ginny
said to him. “Hermione, Harry, it’s so nice to see the two of you,” she greeted us. Harry put his
arm around me.

“Soon we’ll have a family of our own,” Harry whispered to me ear and it made me blush.

Draco left Ginny’s side and went to the little crib in the corner of the room. “My son, welcome
to the world little man,” Draco held his son in his arms for the first time. He pointed at the
baby’s little nose and the baby’s hands held his finger. It was a very touching moment. I could see
that both parents were in tears. Ginny was probably the happiest woman having been able to bring
her first child to the world.

“We’ll leave you two now and go check on Lavender,” I said. “Congratulations,” Harry and I both
said.

“Thank you both,” Draco said and Ginny smiled at us weakly.

On our way to look for Lavender we saw Mrs. Weasley. “Hello dearies. It’s so nice to see the two
of you after a very long time.”

“Hello Mrs. Weasley,” I greeted.

“Dear, we’ve known each other for so long you’re part of the family call me Molly,” she said.
“Harry, Ron told me you’ve decided to go through the treatment. I hope the best for you son,” she
said and hugged the both of us.

“Where is Lavender?” I asked.

“She’s on that room. I’ll be off to the kitchen do join us for dinner,” Molly said before
leaving Harry and me.

We went to the room on the left. Ron was holding their baby as a little girl sat beside Lavender
on her bed.

“Hi Ron,” Harry greeted. “Congratulations on the new baby.”

“Lavender how have you been?” I asked.

“Just fine. Finally done with labor. I can’t believe I let him talk me into it. We should just
stayed with only one,” Lavender joked.

“Then we wouldn’t have Ronald Junior here,” Ron said as he gently placed his son in Lavender’s
arms.

“Daddy, carry,” Ron’s daughter put her arms up for Ron to carry.

“This Sammy is uncle Harry and aunt Hermione, you saw them before in the funeral,” Ron
introduced us to her little daughter.

“You’re pretty,” the girl said as she smiled at me. “Are you his wife?”

“We’ll be married soon,” Harry answered. I couldn’t help but blush.

“You’re tall like my dad. Can you carry me too?” Ron gave Samantha to Harry.

“I like your glasses. Uncle Fred gave me one and it made everything look huge. I threw them
away,” Samantha was very adorable she reminded me of Daisy, Harry’s niece.

“Sammy dear why don’t you go and play with Natalie,” Ron took Sammy from Harry and told her to
go out.

“Okay daddy but promise to read me a bed time story before you and mommy go to bed,” Sammy said
and she put out her pinky finger and she and Ron made a little father daughter ought.

“She’s so adorable,” I sighed and Harry just held me close.

“When will the two of you marry and have kids?” Lavender asked. “Ron and I already have two. You
should get a move on.”

“After my treatment we’ll get married,” Harry replied. I just smiled. Thoughts were running
through my head. What if he doesn’t wake up from the treatment? What will become of me then? I know
Harry had promised me that he’ll survive and I do believe that he will but still I couldn’t keep
those thoughts away.

Will I be able to hold our very own child in my arms like Lavender holding their baby or will I
be left alone dreaming for such a thing to happen without Harry with me. I kept my inner pain
inside. I don’t want Harry to worry about me. I know he has enough things to think about.

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12. While I Wait
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Chapter 12 … We’re almost coming to the end of this fic…thanks a lot for reading…

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Chapter 12: While I Wait

It’s the day of Harry’s procedure. I asked McGonagall to let Harry go through the reviving
process here at Hogwarts. Snape had arrived yesterday and Neville just got in after attending to an
operation at St. Mungos.

I spent that night in Harry’s room. I watched him while he slept the night away. He had to rest
for his treatment this morning. The Hospital wing was kept off limits to the students. Madame
Pomfrey and her assistant Hannah had prepared a room where Harry’s procedure would take place.

I sat on one of the beds while I helped Harry on his hospital gown.

“I wonder why they had to make me wear this,” he said as he turned his back on me so I can
fasten the gown on hid back.

“Medical procedures. You have to follow them. Are you ready for this?” I asked him. He turned
and faced me.

“I’m ready. I know I’ll get through this but for the mean time do hold on to my things,” he said
and he gave me the necklace with his key and the ring that I never got to ask him about.

“Okay, I’ll keep it and I’ll give it to you when you wake up. I promise I’ll be the first person
you’ll see when you wake up,” I said trying to be as cheerful as possible but I couldn’t stop my
tears from following.

“Calm down now. I told you. This isn’t the end for us. I promise, we will start a new and this
time, I’ll be here for you no matter what. I’ll regain my memory back and we’ll get married and
have a family. I know I have caused you so much pain and worst thing is I can’t remember any of the
reasons why I left. I want to remember the people who are important to me,” he reasoned.

“Isn’t it enough that you know me and Ron right now. Maybe it’s better of this way. You wouldn’t
really want to know what happened in the past. We did have fond memories but there were also times
of darkness that even I don’t want to remember,” I said between sobs.

“Hermione, please try to understand. I feel lost. I want to remember the things I’ve done and
remember the experiences I had and not just know that I did this or that long ago. I want to
remember, what this ring is for,” he said as he took the ring with the diamond and emeralds.

“Oh, Harry, I just don’t want to lose you again. I had too much heartaches and I don’t want to
suffer from another one. If you die I don’t think I can ever love anyone else. I love you Harry,
promise me you will come back to me and this time I want you to do it and don’t make me wait for
another five or six years,” I demanded and he held me in his arms.

“I promise, I will,” he whispered to me before he went inside the room. Neville was already
inside. Snape on the other hand got all the ingredients ready and is being assisted by Draco. They
were at a lab table at the corner of the room. After a few minutes Draco was asked to leave and
they closed the dividing curtain.

“Come, Hermione, they need to work alone. I hope Harry would come out of this alive,” Draco said
as we went out of the hospital wing to see Ron waiting outside.

“Ron,” I cried as I ran to his arms. “I hope he makes it. I can’t lose him again Ron. I just
can’t,” I was sobbing very hard.

“No, Hermione, Harry’s strong he won’t die. He had been through more than a lot and this
procedure is just the same. He’ll get through with this. And besides he has you for a reason to
live and like what Harry told me. He’ll do anything for you,” Ron assured me as he tried to comfort
me.

The students are out, they’re in a Hogsmeade weekend but the first years and second years were
in their common room. I paid the Gryffindors a little visit. Ron had returned to his Quidditch
practice but would be back in the afternoon. Draco went to see Ginny and their baby.

I watched as some first years were working on some art project. Travis was the one leading the
little group of four boys.

“I’m sure Professor Potter would like this picture of a big black dog. I heard uncle Ron say
that the professor like them,” I heard little Travis say to his slightly taller companions. Ron
must have told him about Sirius but he probably didn’t tell his nephew that the black dog was
actually Harry’s godfather.

“What are you boys doing,” I asked as I approached them.

“We’re are making a get well soon card professor. It’s for a DADA teacher,” Josh the brown
haired one said.

“He’ll love to see all these. Go on finish them. I’m sure your professor would love them,” I
said. I looked at the very familiar common room. I’ve spent six years of my school life here only
in our seventh year when I became head girl did Harry and I spent most of our time in our own
little common room.

I sat on our favorite couch the one I would share with Harry while Ron would sit on the floor
and throw paper planes at us. I loved that old wizard chessboard where Ron would usually win over
Harry and I would have to cheer him up with a silly joke or a nice chat.

I remember the time I went down the stairs on our sixth year Halloween ball. I was dating Ron
then but I could never forget the look on Harry’s face that night as I descend from the stairs. It
was like it was the first time he had ever seen me. Those memories are truly precious and I can’t
blame Harry for wanting them back.

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‘Hermione, I thought I’d never see you again?’ It was Harry. ‘I’ve come here to say goodbye to
you.’

‘What do you mean goodbye?’ He can’t be telling me that he’s dead.

‘I’m not needed here anymore,’ he answered. He kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly. ‘I know
you did everything you could. I hope you’ll be happy.’

He was starting to walk away. He was drifting in the white mist. ‘Harry, no you can’t leave me
again!’ I cried to him.

“Professor? Professor, are you okay?” I heard a girl ask.

I must have dozed off in the common room.

“Oh, dear I fell asleep,” I said as I stood up. A few Gryffindor girls were surrounding me.

“Professor McGonagall wants to see you,” Ashley a first year said.

“Thank you for informing me,” I smiled at the little girl and hurriedly left the common room.
Just then I realized that my cheeks are wet with tears. I hope my dream isn’t a bad omen.

I went to the headmistress’ office. I have to know what happened to Harry although I would have
wanted to go straight to see Harry.

“Professor, you wanted to see me?” I said as I got in her office.

“Sit down Hermione,” Professor McGonagall said. “The procedure is over but Harry is still
unconscious.”

“Well, is that good or bad?” I asked her even though I was scared to hear the answer.

“Neville told me that it was but natural but he only has till tonight to wake up. If he is still
unconscious till after midnight. They have to try and revive him and if it doesn’t work he’ll be
pronounced dead,” she said calmly.

“Can I stay with him professor? I want to be the first person he’ll see before he wakes up?” I
said trying to be brave for Harry. I know he will keep his promise.

“Hermione, I do hope you two will finally be together. I have watched how the two of you grew up
and I have always wished for you to be together,” she said and gently squeezed my hand.

“Thanks professor,” I said before leaving. I went straight to the hospital wing to see
Harry.

I went straight to Harry’s bedside. It was true he was unconscious and was breathing very
slowly.

I stayed by his bedside and told him stories about our past. How the three of us met. How they
saved me from the troll, how I was petrified and how he defeated the basilisk. I told him about
riding a hippogriff to save Sirius. I also told him about the Triwizard tournament and about the
inter school Quidditch cup which he won the most valuable player and had bagged the cup for
Hogwarts. I thought of all the things we have done together. I had to remind him of his stay at my
house or at the Burrow because he hated the Dursleys.

I have spent almost the whole day by his side. I didn’t want to eat or sleep. It was 11:30 pm
and he still hasn’t wake up yet.

“I know you’re in there. It’s time for you to wake up now. Remember your promise to me. You told
me we’d get married and have a family. You told me this isn’t the end for the two of us but our
second chance in a new life. I know you’re in there somewhere. I want to see your bright green eyes
staring at me in awe like in our sixth year. Please Harry, wake up,” I was pleading to him. I was
silently praying for him to open his eyes and look at me again and tell me that he would never
leave me again. I was crying and praying very hard for him to open his eyes and hold me in his
arms.

“Wake up please. I need you. We still have a life a head of us Harry. I don’t want to go through
life alone. My parents are gone. You’re all I have Harry,” I cried.

I held his hands and he started moving violently like he was suffering from a seizure. “Oh,
dear, Madame Pomfrey! Anyone please help me!” Oh God please don’t make me lose Harry…

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13. What Happened Next
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Chapter 13 … This is the final Chapter… Thanks for reading my fic. I appreciate all the reviews
and I hope that you’d read the other fics that I’ve written or will write in the future… thanks a
lot.

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Chapter 13: What Happened Next

Madame Pomfrey, Hannah and Neville came as soon as they heard me scream. Harry was still shaking
violently.

“Hermione stand aside,” Neville said and I backed away. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Is
this what he meant by goodbye? Is he leaving me for good? No words came out from my mouth. I found
my self slumped on the floor watching Neville and the others.

My eyes were all blurry probably from all of my crying. I kept telling myself that he’d live. He
has to. I could hear his bed making noise from his too much shaking. I want to know what’s
happening but I’m scared of what I might find out.

“Hermione, I’ll take you outside. You don’t have to be here,” I heard Hannah say. She got me on
my feet and ushered me out of the room. She made me rest on one of the beds in the hospital wing. I
really didn’t care about what was going on around me. I wasn’t even sure if she left me or stayed
by my side. All I wanted to know was if Harry survived. I felt myself lightly shaking. Then
everything went black.

“Hermione, Hermione wake up sleepy head,” I heard someone say. I wasn’t who because my eyes were
still closed but the voice. I knew that voice. Am I dreaming again or would this be the real
thing.

“Hermione, wake up,” I heard him again and this time he kissed my forehead. I didn’t want to
open my eyes. What if it’s just a dream and when I open my eyes I would never see him again?

“No, I don’t want to,” I said stubbornly.

“Oh, Hermione, stop being silly and open your eyes. Look at me Hermione. I’m here I’m alive,” I
know it was Harry but what if I’m dreaming. I still kept my eyes shot.

“If you’re not going to open your eyes then I have to kiss you,” I heard him say.

“Do what you want I won’t open my eyes because if I do I may never see you again,” I
retorted.

I felt his strong arms pull me to sit and I felt his lips pressed against mine. Could this be
real? Did he really survive? Before I knew it I was kissing him back with the same passion and
emotion.

After a few minutes our lips parted. I knew I had to open my eyes and I did. I saw his intense
green eyes staring back at me. I threw my arms around him and hugged him as tightly as I could.

“Harry, you made it you kept your promise,” I cried as I hugged him.

“But I’ll soon be dead if you don’t loosen up a little,” he said and I realized I was probably
hugging him too tightly.

“Sorry. I’m just so happy to know you’re alive,” I admitted and I kissed him on the lips.

“I’m happy to be alive too. Now I finally remember what I should have done a long time ago,” he
started. He was still in his hospital gown. “May I have my necklace back please?”

I took out of my robe pocket and handed the necklace with the ring and his key. “Here you
go.”

He took the ring off the necklace. “I should have done this before I left. I was scared that I
might not be able to come back but I guess I was lucky enough to survive,” he started and he went
down on his knees. My heart started beating faster. “Hermione Granger I know I made you wait for
the longest time. But I hope you would even consider my proposition. Will you marry me?” He
presented me the ring.

“Of course I’ll marry. It’s about bloody time you asked,” I said. He placed the ring on my
finger and we kissed for the longest time ever.

“I guess my patient has recovered,” Neville said but we really didn’t mind.

“Excuse me but I think I need to check on him,” Neville said and I pulled away from Harry. Harry
was a little disappointed but he let Neville check on his condition.

“What happened last night Neville?” I asked him.

“Harry vomited the excess potion. It wasn’t likely for a patient to do but I guess Harry’s
always an exception. He’s very determined to live, I guess. He didn’t wake up but he had normal
breathing so I was sure that he’d survive and he did,” Neville explained.

“Thanks Neville,” I said as I hugged him.

“Don’t mention it. I did what I had to do,” he replied.

“And because of that. I want you to be the first person to know that we’re engaged,” Harry
exclaimed.

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Harry and I got married on Christmas that same year he got his memory back. I gave birth to our
first baby a day before my 26th birthday. Our second child was born two years after. Six
years had passed. Harry was made deputy head master at Hogwarts while I managed a little bookshop
in Hogsmeade. It was my personal decision to stop teaching and concentrate on the kids. We have a
little boy and a little girl. We named them Henry and Helena.

I still read stories for children in the Hogwarts day care center. Ginny managed the center with
my help and Lavender’s also. Both my children stay at the daycare during weekdays.

Henry is very much like his father. He has my hair color but with Harry’s unruly style. He also
has my eyes. Helena on the other had has my bushy hair feature only it’s black like her father’s
and she also has Harry’s green eyes.

Henry our oldest is much like Harry. He loves flying a lot and he’s fathers is encouraging him
to do such activities. Helena on the other hand loves reading as much as I do.

“Hermione, I’m home,” I heard Harry come inside the living room. Our house’s located on the
second floor of the bookshop. We used the money from my parents to build it and the rest we donated
to charity. Our house is fully furnished and probably the only one with electricity.

“I’m in the kitchen with the kids,” I called out. I was making dinner and the kids were drawing
pictures.

“Daddy!” both Helena and Henry went to welcome their father.

“Hello angels,” he said as he picked the two kids and kissed them on the cheeks.

“Dad, mummy says I can play Quidditch when I study in Hogwarts,” Henry exclaimed.

“And I’m going to be a school prefect,” Helene exclaimed.

“I’m sure you will be,” Harry answered as he put down the kids. “Hi! Sweet heart how’s your
day?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Just fine. The bookshop had a lot of costumers this morning,” I said as he turned to face me
and we kissed.

“Eww…” Henry said. Harry and I both laughed.

“I think that’s sweet,” the three-year-old Helene commented. They both ran out of the
kitchen.

“Why don’t you let Winky finish that?” Harry said. Winky and Dobby wanted to work for me and
Harry and I told them that we would accept them only if they accept wages just like when they were
in Hogwarts.

“I wanted to make you dinner and besides I think she needs a little rest. Dobby is probably
folding the clothes now,” I said.

“I’m so lucky to have a beautiful and wonderful wife like you,” he commented.

“And I’m so lucky to have a husband as handsome and as loving as you,” I replied. “Harry I have
something to tell you though,” I started.

“What is it sweetheart?” he asked me and I could see that he was a little worried.

“I just had a wand check today because I was feeling uneasy. I’m going to check with a med
wizard tomorrow. I think we’re going to have another baby,” I muttered.

“Really! Oh, Hermione that’s wonderful. I love you. I love you. I love you,” he said as he
kissed me all over my face.

“Dad, mum, what’s happening,” Henry asked as he came back to the kitchen. Helena was hiding
behind his back.

“Come here kids mum and dad has a surprise for you,” Harry said as he placed Henry and Helena to
sit on the kitchen counter.

“You two will have a baby brother or a sister,” Harry announced. Henry and Helene had big smiles
on their faces.

“Really mum, I hope it’s a girl so I can share with her my Barbies,” Helena exclaimed.

“No way. I wish it’s a boy so we can play with my mini-broom and play Quidditch,” Henry
said.

“Kids, kids. It doesn’t matter if it’s a girl or a boy. We’re going to have a new member of the
family,” I explained.

“Good now we’re three we can beat Ronnie and Drew,” Henry said. Ronnie was Ron’s six-year-old
son and Drew was Draco’s.

“I think Nicky is nice. She helps me color my drawings,” Helena said. Nicky is Draco’s youngest
daughter about the same age as Helena. “Dad will I still be your baby even if we have a new member
in the family,” she said as she went to hug her daddy.

“You will always be my baby and we’ll have another one so it’ll be the two of you,” Harry tried
to assured her.

“I’m not a baby. I’ll be studying at Hogwarts soon. Daisy said she’ll be coming to Hogwarts next
year,” Henry announced.

“She will dear and you will too about six years from now,” I said.

Harry and the kids prepared the table. After I finished cooking I called Winky and Dobby to eat
with us. Harry and I taught our kids to treat everyone equally regardless of whom they may be.

I never thought that life would be this good to me. I guess after all that I have been through,
and after all the hardships Harry had suffered from, we’ve finally achieved happiness with our
friends and family, most especially with our children.

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