Amnesia

            Harry ran into the living room and found Hagrid and Lily on the couch, reading a story.

            “She tore right into your room and I think I heard a locking charm.  You aren’t getting in there any time soon,” Hagrid said.

            “Mummy left you her shoe!  It is just like Cinderella!” Lily said as she noticed the shoe in Harry’s hand.

            “Yeah, princess, she did.  Maybe the shoe will fit.  What do you think?” Harry said.

            “Of course it will!  It’s Mummy’s shoe!” Lily said, matter-of-factly.  She was definitely Hermione’s daughter.

            Just then, Hermione slowly came out of the bedroom.  “Harry, can you come here please?” she asked as she led him to the kitchen.  “Harry, I’m really sorry about what happened down there.  I just got so panicky.  And I’m just so frustrated, but that’s not your fault.  And I just wanted to give you this.”

            With that, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a mind-blowing kiss.  It felt familiar kissing him and wanting him even though they had “just met.”  He didn’t want to seem too pushy, but he wanted this as badly as she did.  He dropped the shoe and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her as close as he could.  Their lips almost crushed each other’s and their tongues met in passion.  Hermione suddenly began to remember why she loved this wizard.  He was so caring and gentle, even in his fits of passion.  Memories began to flood back to her.  It was as if the kiss gave her brain the jump-start she needed.  Hermione began to kiss him even harder in the hopes that it would speed up the process.  Harry was worried that maybe things were moving too fast, but Hermione gave him no opportunity to stop the kiss.

            Once she finally had to stop for air, she looked up at him.  “Thanks.”

            “You’re very welcome, but what was that all about?”

            “Well, at first, it was what I’ve wanted to do since this morning.  By the end of it though, it was my memory coming back.  Harry, I think you unlocked it all for me.  You woke me up with that kiss.”

            “Like Snow White or Sleeping Beauty!” Lily cried as she ran into the kitchen, followed close behind by the “aunts” and “uncles” that came to find out what was going on.

            “Hey there, pumpkin!  Come give Mummy a hug!” Hermione said as she knelt down.

            “Are you back, Mummy?  Do you ‘member everything yet?”

            “You know, Lily, I think I do.  I think your Daddy saved me,” Hermione said with a tear in her eye.  She stood up and looked at Harry.  “Thank you so much!” she said as she pulled him down for another great kiss.

            “Oooooohhhh!!” Lily teased as she watched her parents finally returning to normal.

            As the kiss finished, Harry directed Hermione to sit in the nearest kitchen chair.  He bent down to pick up the dropped shoe and he looked up at her.  “This,” he began as he put the shoe onto her foot, “I think belongs to you.  Perfect fit.”

            “Yeah, I think it is,” Hermione replied, beaming.  They kissed again, despite all the family members that were watching them.

            “Come on, Lily, I think you’re parents need to be alone,” Lavender said, picking Lily up and carrying her out of the room, Ginny and the rest following close behind, smiling.

            “So, are you all back now?” Harry carefully asked.

            “I think I am.  And it is the most amazing feeling.  It’s like a floodgate opened and all my memories came rushing back -- good and bad.  But it’s just so great to remember it all.  Everything about you, Lily, our friends, our powers, everything.”

            “I’ve missed you so much,” Harry told her, almost crying, and leaning his forehead to hers.

            “I know, honey, I’m so sorry.”

            “It’s not your fault.  I’m just glad that it’s over.  We can finally go back to being normal.”

            “Well, as normal as a family of witches and wizards can get,” Hermione laughed.

            “True,” Harry admitted.

            “So, Mr. Potter, what do you say we say good night to the witchy family and we see what else I can remember tonight?” Hermione said seductively.

            “Ooh, Mrs. Potter, I like the way you think!”

            “I know you do!  Ok, let’s go say goodnight and go . . . celebrate in private,” Hermione said as she grabbed Harry’s collar and pulled him with her.

            “Ooh, girl, you show him who’s boss!” Lavender said as Hermione and Harry stopped in the living room.

            “We’ve just come to say good night to everyone.  I need . . . my rest.  So anyway, good night, everyone.  Thank you so much for everything,” Hermione said as she pulled her friends into a group hug.

            “Don’t worry, we’ll let ourselves out,” Lavender giggled.

            “Details later, Hermione, all of them,” Ginny whispered.

            “If you’re lucky,” Hermione whispered back as the hug broke up.  “Ok, Lily, to bed with you.  And I want you asleep ASAP!” she said as she knelt to be on her daughter’s level.

            “Ok, Mummy.  Welcome home!”

            “Thank you!”

            “Good night, Mummy.  I love you always,” Lily said, hugging her mother.

            “Good night, pumpkin.  I’ll love you forever. And happy birthday!”

            “Good night, princess.  Happy birthday!  I love you,” Harry said, kissing Lily on the top of her head.

            “Good night, Daddy.  Love you bunches,” Lily replied.

            “Come on, birthday girl.  To bed with you!” Lavender said, taking Lily’s hand.

            Hermione’s friends waved to her as she closed the bedroom door.

            “Are you really all back?” Harry cautiously asked.

            “Yeah.  I am.  I could feel everything coming back.  It was really weird, but great,” Hermione replied.  “I’m just so glad that it’s over.”

            “You are not the only one.  We were all so worried about you.”

            “I know.  And I feel so terrible about that.”

            “Hermione, it’s not like it was your fault.  It was just another hurdle and we cleared it and now we can concentrate on our present, not the forgotten past,” Harry said as he pulled her into an embrace.

            “Hmm, I like that idea,” Hermione said as she began to kiss her husband.

            The couple stumbled over to the bed and Harry welcomed his bride back to their wonderful and loving world.

Not Quite The End?