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Identity Crisis

Chapter Six

I came down the stairs slowly, my eyes occasionally straying to where I had put the ring on. It felt different for some reason. Maybe rings had magical properties too? I headed past the hallway closet and into the living room. Harry was sitting on the beige loveseat, his head in his hands.

"Harry...?" I asked, trailing off.

His head shot up at my voice.

"'Mione!" He exclaimed, clearing his throat a moment later. "I'm...sorry."

"For what?" I asked, incredulously.

"Everything, you know," he said, waving a hand around.

I walked to the love seat and sat down beside him, folding my hands in my lap. I looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"It's not your fault. It's Draco's, Harry. What he did was unforgivable. Will he go to jail?" I asked.

"He'll likely get Azkaban," Harry grunted slightly. "I hope he gets the Kiss."

"Kiss?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled and nodded. Yeah. "There are these things called dementors. They...feed off memories so to speak. If they Kiss you, they basically take your soul."

I gasped slightly. "That's horrible."

"He deserves no less than horrible."

His eyes narrowed in on the ring on my finger, and a big grin rose on his face.

"You found it?" He whispered.

"He didn't throw it away or sold it like we thought," I mumbled. "He put it in my keepsake box, something I haven't open in two years."

"I guess he never thought you would," Harry remarked dryly.

I laughed. "Well, it's his fault for thinking that then. I remember the battle, Harry. When I held this ring in my hand, I remembered it."

"You mean, my proposal?"

I nodded.

"Voldemort and the fight?"

I nodded once more.

"And...my death?"

"It felt so horrible," I whispered, tearing up slightly. "To see you dead in Hagrid's arms. I thought that I would never get my happy ending with you."

Harry brushed the tears away that slid down my cheeks and sighed.

"I did die you know, but I'm the Boy-Who-Lived, so I guess it's worth something," Harry answered cheekily. "I readily died before Voldemort to try and save the wizarding world. I died knowing that you felt the same way I felt about you. I was given a choice. To stay in the afterlife with my parents, Sirius, Remus...but I chose to return to Ron, Neville, Luna, and...you."

"You're a hero, Harry Potter, aren't you?" I asked.

"I guess I am," he answered shrugging. "It was that damn prophecy that clung to me like a shadowy wraith. It followed me around, hung over my head like a death sentence every single day. When I had finally beaten him, the prophecy disappeared and the sun shown down upon me. And in the victory light, you were standing there waiting for me."

My right hand gripped his as I smiled. "I want to remember, Harry. Everything. I think I'll have a lot of fun falling in love with you again."

He beamed at me. "It'll be quite an experience. Luna!"

She appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Yes?"

"The Grangers still live in the same house, don't they? We've been keeping tabs with them, right?" Harry asked.

"Ronald has already informed them that we have found Hermione. They are waiting for you and Hermione". Luna answered with a faraway look. "Are you going to apparate?"

Harry looked at me before looking back at Luna. "Bloody hell no! She'll flip out and go mental on me. Better take the Floo. They still have it set up down they?"

"Dinner will be ready when you get back," came her reply.

"Oh Luna," Harry sighed, rising from the couch and pulling me along with him.

"Apparate?" I asked.

He scrunched up his nose. "Not fun. We'll have to use the Floo connection in the Leaky Cauldron, since we don't have any floo powder here."

"But Harry, it's already past ten," I protested. "And did Luna say dinner? At eleven at night?"

"Hermione, you haven't seen your parents for a long time. I'm sure you miss them, don't you? They miss you as well, the real you. Not Jean Hedger. They miss Hermione Granger."

"Alright. I do miss them."

Harry pulled me along out my front door, and I snagged a jacket quickly. I pulled it on, and he offered me his hand again. I took it, seeking his comfort.

"Once we get to the Leaky Cauldron, here's what you do..."

[~~~~~]

I stumbled from the fireplace, coughing and sneezing.

"And that's better than apparating?" I asked with a slightly scratchy and sarcastic voice.

"Hermione?" A woman's voice broke through my mental tirade, and I looked up.

A woman with deep brown hair and blue eyes looked at me. In fact, her hair looked exactly like mine. A man stood next to her. He himself had blond hair and brown eyes. Chocolate brown, just like mine.

"Hello Mum, Dad," I answered, and they both rushed me in a hug.

I closed my eyes and for the second time, the memory came to me.

"I'm a witch! I'm a witch!" The young Hermione exclaimed, bouncing up and down.

Her parents watched in amusement.

"I always knew I was different! Mum, Dad, we have to get my school supplies! Professor McGonagall said so!"

"Now calm down, Princess. Take a deep breath and think this through. I'm sure there are other schools besides Hogwarts." Hermione's father said.

"Now, Richard, where are the other letters if there are other magical schools around here?"

Richard and Jane Granger were talking calmly now that they got over the shock of their daughter being a muggle-born witch.

"I see what you mean, Jane, but still."

"Please, Daddy? I want to be able to read and understand some of the books before we can go to Hogwarts." Hermione begged.

"Alright," Richard said, defeated.

"Yay! I think we'll need different currency though. Didn't Professor McGonagall say that?" Hermione chatted away as her mother and father led her out to the car.

Her life was changing, and Hermione was going along with it.

"-ione? Hermione?" Harry asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Huh? Oh Harry, where did you come from?" I asked.

"I've been here," he answered, looking at me oddly.

"I just remembered when I got my acceptance letter," I said, looking at my parents, who were now sitting on the loveseat.

Harry grinned widely. "This is great! She's remembering more and more."

"You do remember us, don't you?" My mother asked.

"I remember when I was eleven, but nothing past that is real from the beginning of school years," I said, thinking slightly. "The rest are made up memories of my life."

"I ought to go kill that bastard," my father said angrily.

"Don't worry," Harry said, grinning a slightly sadistic smile. "He'll get his just rewards, and they won't be pretty."

I sat down in a chair facing my parents, while Harry stood behind, his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm sorry I haven't visited. I thought you had moved away. At least, that's what Draco had told me. When this crazy man named Harry came up to me, spouting off Voldemort and magic, well, took me for a quite a ride." I said, chuckling. "I want to remember. Everything. Some of the names Harry has said, I faintly remember. I'll need...pictures of the ones who passed away, but I'll need to see the ones that haven't."

"I have just the thing you need, dear," my mother said, rising from her place beside my dad.

She headed out of the living room and up a staircase.

"When will the trial be?" My father asked, looking over me to get to Harry.

"I'm not sure we'll even have a trial really. He's confessed, and we have witnesses. The best thing we can do is to get 'Mione's memory back. Only then will she be able to testify truly." Harry said, sighing.

"We know that you were taken two years ago, Hermione, but what about the other two years?" My father asked.

"That would be my fault, Mr. Granger. You see, with the whole evil Dark Wizard thing, Hermione thought it would be safer for you to go to Australia, and we all went along with it. That's when we brought you back here after the war and explained everything to you. It was difficult, you remember, without Hermione, but we somehow managed."

"Here you are, darling," my mother said, handing me a large shoebox.

"What's this?" I asked, watching as she took her place beside my father again.

"All the letters you have written to us from Hogwarts. Also, all the letters that your friends have sent you. I thought you'd like to read them. Maybe it would help."

"Thanks, Mum. I think these will help a lot!" I said happily.

"So, it is true then," my father said. "Harry proposed?"

Harry began chuckling. "During the war actually. That's one of the things she remembers. She knows that I love her still, and deep down I know she feels the same way, but we'll have to do it all again. It was hard the first time 'round. Took me forever to work up the courage, and I still managed to wonk it up."

"You thought you were going to die, Harry," I said, turning my head to look at him. "It was a war. If that's not love, then I don't know what is."

He grinned and looked at my mother. "Thank you, Mrs. Granger. I'm sure Hermione will have a fun time looking through the letters. Something tells me dinner is done, and Luna will not like it if we're late."

I stood up when my parents did, and I hugged them. I stepped back to Harry's side, and he put an arm around my shoulders.

"Come back soon, Hermione. You too Harry."

"We might come back tomorrow," Harry mused. "Just so she can walk around her old home, and we'll all have dinner together."

They nodded as Harry and I stepped over to the fireplace.

"I don't much like the Floo," I muttered.

"It's better than apparating. Trust the wizard." He answered. "You can't splinch yourself when using a Floo."

"...Splinch?"

[~~~~~]

"You know what happens when you're late to one of my dinners, Harry Potter," Luna said dangerously, holding a wooden spoon.

Harry subconsciously rubbed his hands, and I burst out laughing. They both looked over at me.

"I already hit him with the wooden spoon today, Luna. I think he might have had enough."

She grinned at me in her own dreamlike way. "Alright then. Come sit down in the dining room. Ronald and Neville are back, and they brought along someone who wanted to see Hermione for herself."

Luna drifted off back into the kitchen to finish whatever meal she was preparing, while Harry and I looked at each other. We headed into my dining room, and all conversation stopped. I saw Neville and Ron, and I guessed that Susan was helping Luna. Another woman was there. She had a traditional wizards hat on, along with an emerald green outfit. When she smiled, her glasses raised slightly.

"It's been a while, Ms. Granger. Happy to see you are alive." She said.

I closed my eyes, reopening them a second later.

"You look well, Professor McGonagall," I answered, grinning back at her.

"She remembered!" Ron whooped happily.

The woman rose from the table and gave me a hug. For some reason, I felt that she hadn't done this to most of the students.

"Let me ask you a question. Hopefully it will help you remember. When you were in first year, Harry, Ronald, and yourself went up to a forbidden floor managed to enter a room where a three headed dog was held. What did Hagrid name that dog?"

The professor sat down at the head of the table again, and I sat to her right, while Harry sat next to me. He squeezed my hand to give me reassurance, and I closed my eyes trying to remember

"Alohamora."

"AHHH!"

"What was that thing?"

"Hagrid..."

"His name is Fluffy.

"I shouldn't have told ya that."

"The Sorcerers Stone. That's what he wants."

I opened my eyes, startled to see that Luna had joined us. She sat across from me, next to Ron, while Susan sat nex to Neville, who sat next to Harry.

"We were...trying to keep Voldemort away from the Sorcerers Stone because if he got it, it meant bad news," I started. "Hagrid put his large three-headed dog there to keep it protected, but if you played him some music, he went right to sleep. The dog's name was Fluffy."

"Excellent, Ms. Granger," The professor said.

"Twenty points to Gryffindor," Ron said cheekily.

We all laughed, even though I had no idea what it mean. Ah well. We were surrounded by loved ones, and we had food. I'd ask Harry in the morning.

[~~~~~]