Dumbledore shook himself and chuckled, "Sorry Harry, I completely forgot. The reason I've told you all of that is to show you how extraordinary you were, and how hard it became for me to think of you just as any other child. I knew you were to face Voldemort, and I decided that I should think of you just as the pupil that needs to learn to destroy the darkest wizard for a century. But you came and were not what I planned, and you became human, you became more than human.
"I wanted to see that smile for as long as I could, so when I knew I should have told you the truth, I didn't. I did that for four years, until your fifth year. Your fifth year I told you the truth. That you were to be the one and only person that could kill Voldemort, or he would kill you. Then your sixth year came around and something happened; you were preparing to defend yourself. You did not try to find any strategies to kill him, only to stop yourself from getting killed. And you did everything you could to protect your friends. Then at the end of the year Hermione came up to you with a way to kill Voldemort. It sunk in then what you were supposed to do to protect your friends and you wanted so hard for it to go away. You aren't a weapon Harry because no one pointed and fired you, you didn't even want to do it."
"Then why did I, I mean I killed him, right? So why did I do it?" Johnny said barely above a whisper.
"Because he threatened everything you held dear. Harry, you've never been one to care much about your own life, but when it came to your friends and family it was always a top priority."
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Johnny entered Hermione's room and stood a couple of feet behind her, watching as she packed her trunk. This went on for a couple of minutes until she sighed and threw her clothes on the bed.
"I'm so sorry Harry."
The only response he could think of was, "How come Ron's not here?"
Hermione turned and faced him, her hands were shaking, "You remember him?"
"No."
Hermione's hands dropped to her sides and she exhaled heavily.
"The head of the school just talked to me about him. He said the day I met him we talked as if we had known each other forever, why are you here instead of him?"
Hermione was silent for a moment, then sat on her bed next to her trunk, "To protect you, and him."
"I don't understand."
Hermione brushed her cheek with her hand then cleared her throat.
"You need to be protected because Ron is one of those people who are rash and need things to be resolved quickly. He could never handle knowing who you are, and even if he were able to tell you what happened, he still wouldn't be able to handle your not knowing. He still doesn't know you're alive. We haven't told him because he needs to be protected from the heartache. He was devastated when you died, and when he was ready to stop grieving you he did. Instead he celebrated the time he was allowed to have with you. He's married right now and they are expecting a baby. If he knew and we failed to convince you to stay, it would break him."
Johnny nodded.
Feeling hurt and not being able to hide it he said, "So you just don't care as much as he does?"
Hermione tried to talk but twice all she was able to do was inhale and exhale slowly.
"That could never be true. I just... I died the day you did. With me, we had really nothing to loose."
Johnny wanted to comfort her in any way he could, he approached her and tried to hug her, but she pushed him away.
"Don't" She said weakly, "You look and seem so much like Harry, but you aren't. That's the only thing that has kept me half sane and if you touch me and you never regain your memory I'll be lost forever."
"So that's it, everything rests on me and the one person who'll get hurt the most is you, did I get the jyst of it? You are the martyr here, right?"
"I'm not a martyr. I just want to be here to do what's best for you. If the Weasley's get their way you'll stay here and your new parents won't be able to get you back. If your new parents get their way you'll leave and you wont be able to learn anything about yourself. I have a prophecy; it says that I'll give the person who conquers the dark lord a gift. I don't really know what that is right now but I'm going to be damned if I let them push and pull you around like some sort of rag doll."
Johnny looked at her for a moment, "Then why are you packing?"
Hermione shook her head as she placed a shirt in her bag, "After you knowing what you do; well if I were you I wouldn't want me here either."
"I want you to stay." Harry said quickly.
The two locked eyes for a moment.
"I want you to stay," Johnny repeated slower, "because something inside me is telling me to trust you. And you're the only one who can tell me more about... me."
They both laughed lightly at that and Hermione threw her bags into the closet.
A loud noise came from beneath them, and without a thought both went down the stairs.
Johnny watched as a man who was pale and scarred was carried into the living room by a woman with brightly coloured hair and a woman wearing a very out of style dress.
"Have you gained some weight?" The bright haired woman asked.
"I miss the days you were thin and sickly, now you're just fat and sickly." The other woman chimed in.
She then looked up and saw Johnny; she froze and said, "Oh my dear god."
The man looked over at her then over to Johnny.
"Harry?" he croaked out.
Johnny looked silently at the man, not knowing how to answer him.
"Professor Lupin," Hermione said rather quietly, "Harry has no memory of himself... but this is indeed Harry."
"What happened?"
"We don't know."
Lupin's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his entire body went limp. Johnny was worried he did something again, but the woman with the bright hair said, as if to herself, "Don't worry, he always does that ever couple of hours."
* * *
Harry and Hermione sat in her room, both on the floor near the bed.
"So my parents named *him* my godmother?"
Hermione smiled and nodded, "from what we've learned about your parents over the years, well all I can say is they're a trip."
"But you called him Professor…" Johnny said.
"Well he was a teacher at our school; he still is, he's just been on sick leave."
"Why's he so sick?"
Hermione cleared her throat, "He's a werewolf Harry…"
"A werewolf?"
Hermione nodded, "That's why he was in the hospital for so long, someone tried to kill him because of what he was."
Johnny's brow furrowed, "That's horrible."
Hermione watched him for a moment, then smiled to herself.
"So what was the last thing we laughed about... I mean before my memory loss." Johnny asked.
"Why do you want to know that?"
"Well if we were laughing at a crippled person, I'll know what type of person I am." Johnny shrugged.
Hermione paused for a second, looking at the floor of the bedroom, then shook her head, "I can't remember."
"Have you seen me cry?"
Hermione looked up to see he was serious and she nodded slowly.
"Well, name something I cried about."
"Well the last time I cried, near you, you gave me your mother's wedding ring," She put her hand on his arm, "Don't worry, it wasn't like that. You were going off to fight Voldemort. You kept your father's ring and told me to take your mother's, that way you'd have to come back for it."
Hermione thought about it for a second, then felt as if she were focusing on Harry's hand, and him putting his father's ring on his finger. Then she remembered the phoenix set a blaze by Voldemort.
"Your mother's good at charms." She said in a monotone voice.
Johnny waved his hand in front of her face trying to get her to stop staring into nothingness.
"Earth to Hermione."
Hermione quickly focused on him then took his wrist in her hand, "If you loved someone with every ounce of your being, and knew they couldn't be happy if you died, what would you do?"
"I'm thinking about getting you professional help."
"You'd ensure their happiness."
Hermione got up and did not let go of Johnny's wrist making him get up and follow her, "We're going to the library, I have to look something up."
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