This is about Harry's seventh year, ignoring Deathly Hallows and coming after Half-Blood Prince.
I am not a H/Hr shipper, but there is the tiniest hint of romance between them in this story. However, it is just to make Ron jealous and eventually Ron and Hermione might get together.
Chapter One - Memory Loss?
Hermione woke up to someone shaking her. "Wha - What's going on?" she yawned and sat up. It was Ron.
"Hermione!" he exclaimed. "You're conscious!"
"Why wouldn't I be?" asked Hermione, sitting up properly. It was then that she saw the present in Ron's hand. "Is that for Harry?" she asked him.
"Uh - no," said Ron, looking confused. "It's for you."
"But it was Harry's birthday yesterday," she laughed.
"No, Hermione, it's September. And you're birthday's tomorrow....." he trailed off.
"But - but- what?!!" she said. "Where am I?"
It was then that she went into a sort of trance, she looked older, older than seventeen, practically a woman.
"In the hospital wing," said Ron, looking more confused than ever.
"What hospital wing?" laughed Hermione again, but this time it was a laugh he had never heard before.
"Our school's hospital wing," replied Ron. He clearly thought Hermione was demented.
"Ronald, dear, we don't go to school anymore, we left Hogwarts years ago," said Hermione, and laughed that strange laugh.
"Uh - yeah, whatever," Ron said, and leaving the present down, he thought 'Hermione's never called me dear before.'
"I'm just going up to Harry," Ron said, looking determindly at Hermione. hoping she'd remember Harry.
"Harry? Harry Weasley? Our son?" she replied. "Is he here?"
"No - what?! Harry Potter, our friend !"said Ron. "You don't remember him, do you?" he asked Hermione.
"No, no! I remember! It's just......stop Ron! You know I hate talking about Harry's death!" and she burst into sobs.
"What?!!" exclaimed a very surprised Ron. "Harry's - Harry's - death?!!
"Yes!" screamed Hermione, and Ron made shh-ing noises, although the hospital wing was empty and Madam Pomfrey in her office.
"Harry died, Ron! Died! When he and V-Voldemort duelled, their wands backfired and killed them both!" She ended her sentence with a loud gasp and then a sob, burying her face in her pillow. Ron looked astonished and backed away. He ran from the hospital wing up to the Gryffindor common room wher Harry was waiting. "Where've you been?" asked Harry, who was playing wizard chess with Ron's sister, Ginny.
"Visiting hermione," replied Ron, with the same astonished look on his face.
"Oh, was she still unconscious?" asked Harry, moving his pawn. "Uh - uh - no, I mean, yes, yes she was," said Ron.
Ron did not know why he'd lied to Harry, perhaps he felt that as Harry's best friend, he shouldn't frighten Harry with hermione's strange behaviour. Or, he didn't want Harry to know what hermione had said. That, combined with the prophecy, sealed Harry's fate.
NB Hermione's condition was nothing that M. Pomfrey couldn't fix, so that's why she wasn't sent to St. Mungo's.
Chapter Two - Imperiused?
Hermione woke up the next morning and knew exactly where she was. She was in the hospital wing of her school, but she did not remember how she'd got there. The last thing she remembered was Harry's birthday.
"Madam Pomfrey!" she called. "Yes, my dear......Oh!" She came bustling into the ward and gave a scream of delight when she saw Hermione. "You're awake!" And Madam Pomfrey shoved a block of chocolate that was on the bedside table into Hermione's mouth. Hermione choked, swallowed, and hastily asked, "How did I get here?"
"You were on the Hogwarts Express and the train lurched and a trunk hit you on the head. You could have died! You've been unconscious for two weeks, since term started," Madam Pomfrey concluded.
"But - but I can't remember a thing since July!" Hermione spluttered. "And missing two weeks of term - and this is our N.E.W.T. year, too! Oh, I better catch up straight away!" and she made a movement to get up.
"Oh no you don't!" Madam Pomfrey said firmly. "You're not leaving this hospital wing until the Headmistress has seen you." And she lay Hermione firmly bak down again.
"Headmistress?!" cried Hermione.
"Yes, yes Professor McGonagall," said Madam Pomfrey. "And you just wait here until I get her," and she walked off at a trot.
Hermione sank into her pillows. She strained to think of the last thing she could remember.
'It had been Harry's birthday. Yes, yes that was right. We had gone to The Three Broomsticks to celebrate as it had been his seventeenth, when he had come of age. We had some cake, and I walked into the bathroom to check if my bushy hair was still sleek. Then, everything went black. Wait,' Hermione thought. 'This sounds familar. There was a girl, a girl called - Katie Bell! Last year, she was Imperiused in the ladies' bathroom in The Three Broomsticks!' Then the thought sank in.
'I've been Imperiused!' thought Hermione
'I've got to tell Professor McGonagall!'
But there was no need to get her.
She walked in, followed by Madam Pomfrey.
After Hermione had consulted her thoughts with Professor McGonagall, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey had a whispered conversation at the opposite end of the ward from Hermione.
"Poppy, she might be right...."
"Minerva, it could have been amnesia!"
"Before she hit her head?"
"After effects!"
"But from that point?" Very strange...."
"We cannot make a hasty conclusion so soon, Minerva!"
"You're right, I suppose." McGonagall let out a sigh. "But I still think she was Imperiused."
"Well, let the girl get some rest now, she'll be very tired."
"Not necessarily, Poppy, on the contrary, I feel the need to question her."
"Minerva! Would Dumbledore have wanted this?"
Her shriek filled the room.
McGonagall looked stricken.
"No, no, Poppy, you're right, we'll let her rest."
Even though Hermione was at the opposite end of the ward to them, she could have sworn she saw a tear glisten on McGonagall's cheek.
********
Even though it was her birthday, Hermione was not allowed any visitors.
Meanwhile, she had no recollection of the past night, Ron's visit. Ron still had not confided in anyone about Hermione's strange behaviour. He had half a mind to tell Ginny, but as she was a good friend of Hermione's too, it would upset her also.
Ron worried constantly over the next few days and Harry was oblivious to this as he and Ginny were spending all their free time together. Finally, Hermione was let out of the hospital wing on a cloudy Monday. She was greeted by an ecstatic Ron, who had been trying to sneak in and visit her.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked casually. "He's in the common room with Ginny," replied Ron glumly. "Oh. He didn't want to see me?" Hermione said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. "I dunno. We've got Charms in an hour, think you're ready for it?" "Yeah, I'm ok, but I can't believe I missed two weeks of term!" she said.
Rom managed a smile. "So....um.....do you wanna go for a walk or something or go up to the common room....oh.....you probably want to rest, do you?"asked Ron.
"No, I'm ok. Let's go up to the common room."
And she set off, leaving a rather disappointed Ron behind.
i voted acceptable, seeing as it's just the beginning, but, i really enjoy it and can't wait for more updates! i'm sure that by the end, i would've wanted to vote "outstanding". nice work! _________________ www.theboywholivedd.piczo.com
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"Hi Harry! Hi Ginny!" Hermione could hardly control her excitement.
"Hermione!" shrieked Ginny. "You're back!"
Ron climbed through the portrait of the Fat Lady, grumbling.
"Hey Hermione! Glad to have you back!" Harry stood up.
"Hi mate." he addressed Ron. He gave Ron a sympathetic nod, as Ginny and Hermione were chattering ninteen to the dozen, and ignoring Ron.
Just then, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, two girls in Harry's class, walked by and gave Hermione a contemptuous glance and Ron a scowl.
Apart from Parvati and Lavender, everyone else in the Gryffindor common room were glad to have Hermione back. Hermione herself, meanwhile, started studying and catching up on what ahe had missed out while being unconscious.
However, she wasted no time in telling Harry and Ron her thoughts, and Madam Pomfrey's and McGonagall's whispered conversation in the ward. Ron's reaction was fearful, Harry's determined.
"If you look at it this way," he said, while in Charms. "Any of us could have been Imperiused. The only way to stop this horror is to find the rest of the Horcruxes." The 'horror' he referred to was Lord Voldemort, who had returned to power in Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts.
"Oh, but of course," said Hermione, and she waved her wand and both hers and Ron's cushions flew awy. They had been revising both the Banishing and Cheering Charms this lesson, and Harry was holding his cushion, so she left it to him.
"As soon as we finish our N.E.W.T.S.," she continued. "It's off to Bill and Fleur's wedding, then Godric's Hollow, and then to look for the Horcruxes. There!" Harry had let go of his cushion and Hermione whisked it away with a wave of her wand.
"And anyone else's funeral along the way," muttered Ron, looking downcast.
"Don't be so dismal, Ron, you're acting as if your Cheering charm went wrong!" laughed Hermione.
Please note that Bill and Fleur's wedding did not happen the previous summer for reasons unexplained, explained later in the story. Godric's Hollow: the same reason also.
Thank you for feedback!
dboy84, 'fic' is short for fiction.
Miluna, I'll try to explain it. basically, Hermione is seeing into the future, but she doesn't remember it afterwards. Just like Trleawney! That's why it's called 'the Seer Unforeseen'.
Chapter five - An essence of love
Later that day they had Potions. Harry had thrown out his old potions book as he didn't want Snape's help - Snape who had killed Dumbledore. This resulted in Slughorn wondering why on earth his best student wasn't acting up to his last year standard.
Harry sighed and added powdered root of asphodel again, for the third time, to infusion of wormwood. Ginny was in none of his classes, as she was a year younger than him, so he had very little time to spend with her.
He had said last year that they couldn't be together, but at Hogwarts now, he couldn't resist. Lost in fantasies of Ginny, he gave a start when Slughorn started talking. "I'm going to give you a little test," he was saying. "Cauldrons away, quills out. Here it is. Start immediately." He waved his wand and a set of questions appeared on the board.
Q1. How do you make the Draught of the Living Dead?
Q2. What are the properties of Felix felicis?
Q3. In which potion are flobberworm mucus and wiggentree bark main ingredients of?
Q4. What is Amortentia?
Q5. What is another name for monkswood and wolfsbane?
Q6.What is a bezoar and where would you find it?.
Q7. What can dried nettles, horned slugs, crushed snake fangs and porcupine quills make?
Q6. Name the ingredients of a Shrinking Solution.
At the end of the lesson Harry handed up his paper, feeling that he had at least got a pass. At least Draco Malfoy had not returned to Hogwarts this year, so there would be no one sneering at him if he failed.
On the way to DADA, Ron and Harry were chatting aimlessly when Hermione suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. "What's wrong?" asked Harry. "I've just realised!" Hermione exclaimed. "What?" said Ron. "Who's Head Boy and Girl this year?" Hermione replied with a question. "Um......" Harry and Ron exchanged glances. "Well Ron is Head Boy...." Harry said. "And.....you....were Head Girl," continued Ron.
"I was?" cried Hermione in disbelief. "Wait.......what do you mean, 'you were'? "Well," said Ron. "You were until you were knocked unconsious for two weeks, so McGonagall appointed a new Head Girl."
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Who?" whispered Hermione. "Sophia Sanderson from Ravenclaw," replied Ron nervously. "Who?!!" cried Hermione.
"Well, Padma Patil didn't return to Hogwarts this year although Parvati did, (apparently she made a fuss) so she was out, and mcGonagall just decided on Sophia.
"I've never heard of her," said Hermione obstinately. Ron just shrugged.
*****
The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this year was Professor Wingley, a young woman with short blonde hair and light blue eyes, apparently a friend of McGonagall's. She was very nice looking and all through the lesson Ron just stared at her. "He always does that," whispered Harry to Hermione, because obviously Hermione had not been to DADA class yet.
They were learning about curses, hexes and jinxes this term and at the end of the lesson she said, "Right, I'm not giving you homework today, but I want you all to be fresh and ready for the next class, as it will be a practical one. Have a nice day!" she dismissed the class and smiled at openmouthed Ron as Hermione pulled him out of the classroom.
"I'll meet yous later," muttered Harry and he set off to meet Ginny.
Harry raced off to meet Ginny at the bottom of the Grand Staircase while Hermione and Ron set off to the library.
"We have Transfiguration homework from Thursday," commented Ron. "And Charms homework from today," added Hermione.
They set to work almost immediately, and all you could hear was the scratching of quills on parchment in the dark library. After an hour Ron sighed and slumped back into his chair. "Hermione?" he asked wearily. "Hmmm?" she replied, engrossed in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7 "Can you just check this over, see if it's ok?" he said, holding up his two foot long Transfiguration essay. "Yeah, yeah, sure, hand it over," she replied. Ron let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks," he said, closing his eyes and leaning back further in his chair. "I'm just s-so-so tired these days," he yawned. "You know, with Head Boy duties and all....." he broke off, opened his eyes and added hastily, "Sorry. Forgot."
But Hermione wasn't even looking at him. She was staring at his essay, a look of astonishment on her face. "What?" Ron bolted upright in his seat. "What? Did I write something wrong?" he asked, having noticed her expression. "No, no, it's just - Ron, this is your Transfiguration essay from seventh year, the one you got an 'O' on!" she exclaimed.
"What? I got an 'O'?! he exclaimed.
But then what she had said sank in. "Oh no," Ron groaned. "Not this again."
For Hermione was in a trance again, obviously, not knowing where she was or what she was doing. "I remember it because," she continued. "because, two, two days after we got them back, " she stifled a sob, "something - something bad happened......" she trailed off.
Ron was gobsmacked.
Hermione gave a jump and came out of her trance and said, "I think this is ok, it's quite good actually." She glanced up and gave him a smile.
Umm....is anyone even reading this anymore?? Oh, well.
Two chapters for you!!
Chapter seven - Distraught
The next few days passed in a haze of tiredness for Ron. And for Harry, the complete bliss he felt when in Ginny's presence and when thinking of her, had evaporated. The mounting load of homework coupled with news of deaths and distraught from the Daily Prophet everyday made him feel more determined than ever to get through the year.
Ron, meanwhile, had other problems. He again had not confided in anyone about Hermione's second 'prediction', he was going to wait for when they got their essays back first.
Quidditch, this year, had been cancelled by Professor McGonagall. She had told the school on the first day of term. "Attention," she had called. "I've decided - I mean, the staff has decided - that Inter-House Quidditch is to discontinue this year." There had been roars of outburst but McGonagall had held up a hand to silence them, reminding Harry eerily of Professor Dumbledore.
"It is far too dangerous in these dark and treacherous times to practise outside alone in the grounds and Madam Hooch does not have the time to supervise all houses' practices. I'm very sorry." She had sat down at the staff table again. Harry had known she really was, as she supported the Gryffindor team relentlessly.
The day came when they received their Transfiguration essays back. Ron, to evryone's surprise, received 'Outstanding' but not to his.
He tried to tell Harry about it over the next few days, but Harry was too preoccupied and Ron never got a chance.
Two days following Ron's surprising result, a letter to Ron brought news of distraught.
Chapter eight - The letter
As he opened the letter that a haughty-looking brown owl had delivered during breakfast, Ron's fingers were trembling. He desperately hoped that the 'bad thing' Hermione had foretold was not in this letter.
But it was.
Ron opened the letter and read it. His eyes widened in shock, horror and surprise.
"What is it?" whispered Hermione, almost knocking over Harry's pumpkin juice. Ron lowered the letter and looked at Hermione's and Harry's concerned faces.
"Remember," he started croakily, then hastily cleared his throat. "Remember," he repeated.
"Last summer I sent both of you a - a letter after we went to the Dursleys'."
Harry nodded. Ron and Hermione had spent up until Harry's birthday with him in the Dursleys', with disastrous results. Then, after celebrating Harry's birthday together,they had parted for a week, Ron to the Burrow, Hermione to her parents and Harry back to 4 Privet Drive.
Bill and Fleur's wedding had been scheduled for the second week in August. But Ron had sent a letter to Harry saying that it was cancelled.
Hermione, of course, having been Imperiused, remembered none of this, only up until Harry's birthday.
"Well," Ron continued. "The reason Bill and Fleur's wedding was cancelled," he hesitated.
"Is because Charlie was missing," he then blurted out.
Both Harry and Hermione gasped.
"We couldn't contact him in Romania, and all his friends said they hadn't seen him for weeks. So, in the end, we cancelled the wedding until next year."
Ron had tears in his eyes.
"Mum was very upset, and Dad too," he said glumly.
"But - but what does the letter say?" asked Hermione, dumbfounded.
"They've found Charlie," said Ron, tonelessly. He glanced down at the letter again.
"But surely that's a cause for celebration?" Hermione said cautiously.
"No," continued Ron. "Apparently, two Death Eaters in Romania kidnapped him, tried to make him reveal the whereabouts of the Order of the Phoenix, and when he refused, forced a dragon to nearly kill him. Mum says," he choked, and looked at the letter again, "That Charlie's half-dead. He's in St. Mungo's. They only found him early this morning," Ron looked down the table at Ginny, knocking over a cellar of salt in his haste.
"I have to go," he said. "McGonagall's organising for Ginny and I to go home."
He got up and left with Ginny, leaving the salt spilling from the cellar across the table.
Hermione sat there, looking stunned. "Poor Ron," she whispered to Harry. "All this time, Charlie was missing and Ron didn't say a word." She looked miserably at her toast, then pushed it away.
"I'm not hungry," she said. Harry was feeling even worse, if that was possible. "Hermione," he said, shocked with himself. "Ron - Ron kept trying to tell me something but I - I was too preoccupied..." he trailed off.
"Really?" Hermione looked, scrutinising Harry while wiping a tear from her eye."Come on," she sighed. "We've got Defence Against the Dark Arts next. We'll have to tell Professor Wingley where Ron is."
****
Meanwhile, Ron and Ginny had travelled by Floo Powder to the Burrow. They were greeted there by Fleur, Fred and George. Bill, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were all at St. Mungo's.
"Hi," said George glumly, pulling Ron out of the fireplace, who was coughing madly. Ginny followed him and asked Fred, "Has Percy showed up?" Fred shook his head. "Mum sent him a letter, but got no reply."
Fleur had been bustling around the kitchen and produced a glass of water for Ron. " 'Ere," she said, handing it to him. He gulped gratefully from the glass and moments later emerged. "How is Charlie?" he asked, having got over his coughing fit.
"Bad," said Fred. "We visited him earlier, but came home to greet you two.
"First Bill, now zis," sighed Fleur suddenly, shaking her head. "At zis rate, we won't 'ave our wedding for ages."
There was a pop from outside and Mrs. Weasley strode into the kitchen. Her face was tearstained and white and she was shaking.
"Ron, Ginny!" she exclaimed wearily. She rushed over to them and pulled Ron close, spilling his glass of water everywhere. "Your father's at the hospital," she said, waving her wand to clean up the water. "I'll bring you two later, but tomorrow it's straight back to school."
She looked around at Fred and George's angry faces, and then decided, "We'll all go. Albus used to always say,'It's best to stick together in times of trouble.' "
As Ron looked around the kitchen once more at Fred and George's satisfied faces, Ginny's scared face, Fleur's expressionless, and his mother's concerned faces for them all, he realised just how right Dumbledore had been. _________________ ♥*x*x Remember x*x*♥
"Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."
- Roald Dahl.
While Ron and Ginny visited Charlie, back at Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione were sitting down to dinner in the Great Hall. Harry slid into a space between Dean and Seamus, while Hermione sat opposite him. He gazed into her eyes, thinking how nice the colour brown they were.......when a voice interrupted his thoughts. "It's gonna be a starry night," commented Seamus, in his thick Irish accent, glancing up at the Great Hall ceiling as he spoke. Dean just grunted in reply. Harry then thought longingly of Ginny, whom Harry had spent countless nights under the stars talking and laughing with. He then thought of Ron, and Charlie, who was seriously injured. Dean and Seamus laughing brought Harry out of his thoughts again. He ate the last of his treacle tart, got up, then pulled Hermione away from the Gryffindor table, muttering, "Come on, we've gotta talk."
They walked up to the Gryffindor common room and through the portrait hole (the password was 'Stars and moons'). Harry turned to Hermione and said, "Did you see the Daily Prophet this morning?" Hermione shook her head, her eyes wide and Harry said grimly, "I thought so. Well, I only remembered it now, as you know," he looked awkward. Hermione nodded again. Slowly, she held out a hand for the Daily Prophet Harry had picked up from a table beside the fire. On the front page there was a caption that read;
BULGARIAN QUDDITCH
PLAYER BRUTALLY
MURDERED
and below it, a picture of Viktor Krum.
Last night, Viktor Krum, the Seeker for the Bulgarian Natio
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