Harry watched as his friend sat in a hospital bed. Her hands gripped a pillow over her chest as she stared out the window. He tapped on the door lightly, before stepping into the room, "Hermione," he said sadly.
"I'm sorry," she said turning her head to look at him, "do I know you?"
"Yes," Harry said in a near whisper.
"I'm sorry," she said frowning, "I don't remember your name, are we good friends?"
"The best," Harry said sadly.
"I'm sorry," she said again, "I can't remember."
"It's alright," Harry said sitting down next to her bed. They sat in silence for a while, her clutching her pillow to her stomach while turning her head to glance out the window. He just sat and watched her look out the window.
Harry was at a loss; he did not know what to do. He stood up and walked to the door. He looked back at her reluctantly before stepping out of the room and into the hall.
"How is she?" Molly asked worriedly.
"She doesn't remember me," Harry said rubbing his temples standing in the hallway.
"What do we do now?" Ron asked sadly, "Hermione was always the one who know what to do."
"I don't know," Harry said shaking his head. This could not be happening to him, not now, not this way.
"Want me to try and talk to her?" Molly asked, sensing that he needed a hand, "will she remember if she has any other family or not?"
"I don't know," Harry said honestly, "It's worth a shot, but I wouldn't force to many people on her. I don't want her to be overly sad about the amount of people she can't remember."
"OK," Molly said. Harry moved aside and made room to allow Molly to move through.
"Hermione dear," Molly said tapping on the open door, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm not entirely sure," Hermione said turning from the window to gaze at Molly, "Do I know you?"
"Yes," Molly said sadly, she wanted to badly to shake Hermione out of this, and just hug her till she remembered.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said sadly, "I don't remember you. Are you a friend of the other boy?"
"Oh, Yes," Molly said kindly, "He's close to my children. Do you have any family dear? Anywhere you can go?"
After thinking for a minute or two, "I have an Uncle who lives in the US. My aunt and Cousin live there too, but they separated a few years ago."
"Have you a way to contact them?" Molly asked in a soothing motherly tone, "would you like me to talk to them for you?"
"You would be willing to do that for me?" Hermione asked sadly, a few tears dropped from her lashes and onto her cheeks.
Molly held back a sob as she nodded her head quickly. She stood and walked to the window, so she could wipe her tears. She did not want Hermione to be stressed, after all she could not remember her. All Molly could hope for was that this girl, whom she considered a daughter, was that she would one day remember her.
Molly fixed her smile before turning around, "Of course dear," Molly said.
Hermione reached for a piece of paper from the stand next to her bed. She reached for the pencil, after which she wrote her uncles name and number down for Molly. Molly watched as Hermione drew back into her shell. Clutching the pillow to her chest she turned to look back out the window. It was very possible that the spell took more than the girl's memory of anything magical. It was very possible that it took her identity as well.
After picking up the paper Molly turned and walked towards the door. She glanced back at the girl, one last time before exiting the room.
Molly handed off the paper to Harry, before declaring that she was going to go home. She had to prepare dinner after all, she had other children to care for. Children that could remember her, she thought bitterly. I must find a way to fix this, she thought as she reached the floo exit. There was just no other choice, she had to find a cure.
Harry picked up the phone and dialed the number on the paper. It rang for twice before a voice came onto the line, "Hello, this is Charlie Swan," the voice said.
"Hullo, I'm Harry Potter, I'm a Friend of Hermione Granger's," Harry said.
"You know Hermione?" the voice said, "is she alright?"
"I'm not sure how much you know about her," Harry said awkwardly trying not to say too much.
"Are you one of her friends from Boarding School?" the man on the other line asked.
"Yes," Harry said, "Yes, I'm a friend from school."
"Then yes I know about all that," the man said, "did something happen?"
"She was hit with a spell or curse rather," Harry said letting out a breath, "it's caused her to forget about everything magical."
"That's too bad," the man said in a weary tone, "I'm sorry. Is there something I can do? What about her parents?"
"Her parents passed away just a short while ago," Harry said, "she had planned to send them somewhere safe; but they met with an accident. The plane that was carrying them to Australia crashed, there were no survivors."
"I had no idea," the man said, his voice sounding rough. "She's only 17 I think."
"Yes," Harry said, "She's only 17, she won't be 18 for a few months yet."
"If you can make arrangements for her to get here, she can stay with me," the man said, "her Cousin Isabella will be coming soon also. Hermione will not be lonely here; we will look after her. Perhaps after some time her memories will return."
"The doctors don't think that it will," Harry said gruffly, "Even her Magic seems to be non-existent. Like it took not only her memory but her magic as well."
"I'm sorry, I know how much she enjoyed being what she is," the man said, "All we can hope is that it's not permanent."
"So, do we," Harry said sadly, "I don't want her to leave. But I know that it would be better, for her to be with family."
"Make arrangements for her to come, and let me know what day she's coming," the man said, "We'll pick her up at the Airport."
"Thank you," Harry said, "I'll call you as soon as I can make arrangements."
"Thank You Harry," the man said.
They both hung up, Harry slumped back into the chair that he was sitting in. When had life become so complicated? He wondered silently to himself.
Silly boy, Life has always been complicated, a voice sounded in his head, it just seems more complicated now that everything is settled down.
"I wish that were true," Harry said aloud. Wishes sound much sillier when they were spoken aloud. The fact of the matter was that he was sending his best friend away. He was sending her away because she could not remember him. It would be too much to sit and explain everything to her, he just could not handle it. Well that was not true, the doctor said she would be better to remember on her own. No one thought that she would remember who she was, they could only hope.
Back at Grimwauld place, Harry sat in the study. He had just gotten off the phone with the airlines. There was a flight available the day after tomorrow. It was official now, she was really leaving, he was really sending her away.
There was a light knock in the door, it was Ginny, she was frowning. "How are things?" she asked.
"I booked her a flight out the day after tomorrow," he said, "this is really happening isn't it?"
"Yes, Harry," Ginny said sadly. Though the war was finally over, several people were lost or hurt in the process. Somehow her family managed to get out alright. Fred was still in St. Mungo's; but he was going to be alright. Remus and Tonks had both fallen during the fight. However, they were together when it happened. They had nearly lost Lavender and Seamus, Neville and Luna made it out with just a few injuries. They lost Snape, whom they thought was against them. The Malfoy's had switched after Harry, Hermione and Ron had been snatched by the snatchers. The gruesome torture of Hermione Granger had left them with a sour feeling in their stomach.
Harry and Ron thought that they had lost her after the battle was over. They found her lying unconscious, cut, and bruised. She was out for three days, before coming around and sleeping for another two. When she woke, they found that she did not have a clue on where she was or what was going on. She had started screaming and yelling. Her screams were haunting, and shrill, it sounded like torture.
Madam Pomfrey was forced to give her something that would knock her out until they could get her to St. Mungo's. The healers there, after doing diagnostics, discovered that it was a spell like what Pure Bloods used on Squibs before sending them from the Wizarding World: there was no cure for that.
Harry, and the rest of the DA searched what books were available in the library, on the spell used. However, all that they found was the history, and nothing about the spell itself.
The Malfoy's even volunteered the information, to them. It was with a heavy heart that Lucius admitted that there were a few variations of the spell; but that there was not a known cure for it. The few Squibs that were sent away from the Wizarding World were never heard of again. They all lived Muggle lives from the day they left the Wizarding world.
Though it was slim, there were several Muggleborn's that were descended form said Squibs. Miss Granger was most likely descended from a squib, on one or both of her parents' side. It would be nearly impossible to tell without looking back at her Family Tree.
The next day, Ginny and Molly packed Hermione's things into Suitcases, since it was highly unusual for Muggles to use Trunks.
Harry visited Hermione at the Hospital, "Hello," he said from the doorway.
"Hello," she returned.
"I was able to contact your uncle," Harry said, "your plane leaves tomorrow."
"Oh," she said looking at him a bit shocked, "You didn't have to go through the trouble, Harry."
For a moment it was like she knew who he was, then he came crashing back to reality, when she did not say anything further. "It's alright, I don't mind," he said.
"How can I ever repay you?" She asked with a sad smile.
You could remember me, he thought silently. That would be the only payment I would ever except.
"Don't worry about it," Harry said.
"Please there must be something I can do?" Hermione pleaded.
"Promise you'll keep in touch," Harry said smiling widely, "Just a letter every now and then, we'd like to know that you're alright."
"Alright," Hermione said with a small smile. Harry handed her a piece of paper with the Weasleys address. She looked at the note, she noted the address before slipping it into her pocket.
That night those that were left in the order celebrate in Hermione's honor. Though she could not be there, and even if she were, they were not sure that she would understand. They celebrated her existence as a way of sending her off to her future. Even if that future meant not remembering them. They all silently hoped that she would one day remember them.
That evening after dinner Kingsly visited Harry in his study. "Harry," Kingsly said tapping on the door before entering, "Can I have a moment?"
"Yeah," Harry said looking up, "What's up?"
"I've some paperwork for Hermione, for when she travels to the US. I have taken the liberty of opening a Muggle bank account for her. She will not have to work again unless she wants to. However, as she is underage, she cannot access it until she is 18. I have made arrangement for her to get a biweekly sum until September when she becomes of age. She'll never be in want of anything."
"What do I tell her family?" Harry asked quietly.
"Her Uncle and Cousin are aware of her being a witch. I've contacted her uncle; he's agreed not to mention it unless she remembers something." Kingsly said, "I've also gotten her a passport and traveling documents. It was not hard to pull strings with the American Minister; they were more than happy to help. She's going to be fine Harry."
"I'm still going to miss her though," Harry said sadly.
"It can't be helped," Kingsly said with a heavy sigh, "I wish there were more we could do. But the point of the matter is that she does not know us, she is only 17, and by right she needs a guardian, and that is her Uncle in the U.S."
"Is it safe for her to leave?" Harry asked.
"The majority of the Death Eaters are in hiding. We will be starting a special task force in a few days. We could use your help, Ron Weasley has already agreed to help."
"I'll do it," Harry said after thinking a few moments.
"Wonderful," Kingsly said, "I'll owl you the specifics tomorrow after Miss Granger's departure.
"Thank you," Harry said. He hoped that the task of rounding up Death Eaters would help to take his mind off Hermione, with his luck he could swing by where she is staying in the summer and check in.
For Hermione to be able to leave the hospital, she had to wheeled out in a Wheelchair. She tried to tell the doctor that she was fine to walk; but he would not hear it. Harry entered the airport with her and helped her get her ticket and find her flight gate, he made sure she had all her documents.
Harry sent her off without a hitch, she was even able to remember his name. He could not help but smile.
Meanwhile in Forks, Washington, Alice Cullen was having a vision. Two girls were exiting different planes. They were Greeting Charlie Swan, resident Police Chief. One had long straight chestnut brown hair, the other, had long curly honey colored hair, she was petite a few inches shorter than the other. The only thing they had in common was their eyes, they were both a deep brown color, and they both looked sad.
"I missed you Uncle Charlie," the petite brunette said, before turning and latching her arms around the slightly taller girl, "you too Cousin Bella."
The taller girl latched onto her Cousin, "I've missed you too Cousin Mya." they both giggled a little at the look on Charlie Swan's face.
"What is it? What did you see?" Emmet asked excitedly.
"Two new girls are coming to Town," Alice said, "Seems they're family of Chief Swan."
"Oh?" Emmet said plopping down on the couch next to Alice excitedly.
"Are they going to start trouble?" Jasper asked concerned.
"I don't believe so," Alice said, "One comes from Great Britain, the other from Phoenix Arizona. It is amazing they get into town at the same time. I do wonder how they managed that."
"So, what do they look like? Are they related?" Emmet asked happily. He could not help but think that maybe these two girls would bring some excitement
"They're Cousins," Alice said happy to keep taking, "they don't look anything alike really. Except their eyes, they both have sad eyes. The one is about Rosalie's height, the other is a few inches taller than me. The taller Bella, she had long chestnut colored hair, it is straight, her skin is fair. Mya, the smaller girl has long curly brown hair it is the color of Honey, it is smooth and bounces when she moves, her skin is slightly more tanned. She looks a bit healthier than Bella. I think Bella is Chief Swan's Daughter, and Mya is his Niece."
"When do we get to meet them?" Emmet asked now bouncing in his seat.
"We keep our distance," Rosalie told him in an annoyed voice, "we've no business making friends with Humans."
"Rosalie is right," Carlisle said firmly, "keep your distance if you can; but don't be unfriendly. We want them to feel welcome here."
"You know something don't you?" Edward asked suspiciously.
"What makes you think I know something about either girl" Carlisle asked slightly amused.
"You wouldn't be smirking if you didn't know something," Alice said with a smile.
Carlisle pulled the fax from behind his back and held it up in front of his face. "I can only tell you a little because of patient confidentiality; but a girl of 17 is on her way here from Great Britain. She was just released from the Hospital; she suffers from memory loss. They faxed me her records in case she has further issues."
"But she clearly knew her Uncle and Cousin when she greeted them at the airport," Alice said confused.
"It's more complicated than that," Carlisle said concerned and calm, "were dealing with something more complicated than normal. She remembers her family, but beyond that she cannot recall anyone. She was in an accident and was all scraped up, she banged her head pretty good. The doctors overseas think its selective amnesia. The doctor said it looked like she had been trying to defend herself. Sad part is she cannot remember any of it. And because she is only 17, and her parents are Deceased, she has come to live with her uncle. Her friends from Britain were reluctant to part with her. I cannot tell you anymore, I just ask that you do not bombard her with questions. It is my duty as a doctor to check up on her after she is settled. Be nice to her in school."
Jasper and Rosalie muttered their reply, while Alice gladly chirped an affirmative answer. Edward was silent. Esme who was standing in the Hallway, followed Carlisle into his office, "You know more than what your telling," she said as she shut the door behind her.
"Yes," Carlisle said, "The girl from Great Britain, her name is Hermione Granger. She is a witch, I just got a letter from a very old friend, whom I owe several favors to. He asked me if I could keep an eye on her."
"Why aren't you telling them this?" Esme asked slightly amused.
"They'll figure it out eventually," Carlisle said with a smirk, "plus I can just see Emmet bouncing with excitement at the thought of some excitement."
"That's criminal," Esme said her voice littered with amusement. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before heading from the room.
"Love you," he called after her.
"And I you," she said before exiting the room.
Carlisle sat down behind his desk, leaning back he linked his fingers together and put them behind his head, Yes, Carlisle thought, perhaps a bit of excitement is just what the doctor ordered.
A/N: Hi again. I've no idea where this is going to end. As of now this is just a Hermione/Twilight story. I do not know who she will be paired with. I know a bit about what I would like to see happen, but the idea is all scattered in my brain right now.
Review and tell me what you are thinking.
P.S. I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight, I am not that talented.
So here are the stats for the story so you will be aware in the future.
The story starts in Mid-January. Everyone is 17 on the Harry potter side, so Harry and Ron are of age. Ginny being a year younger is 16. the final battle took place in the middle of 7th year, Hermione is just a year younger than she should be.
Jake is 16 going on 17 at the start of this story. He will not Phase until after the Cullen's return to the area after which they enjoy a quiet summer before starting their Senior year.
The story will be Hermione and Bella centric; characters may be OOC. Remember that Hermione does not remember anything but her family and people from her past that are not magical. She will not remember anyone from Hogwarts, she would not recognize even a Death Eater in passing. (No that is not a hint for the future, I do not have anything like that planned for this story.)
Look for the * it will indicate a reference to something I want to address or give someone credit for something.
Most of my research was done on Harry Potter wiki and Twilight Wiki.