Chapter two my friends…I hope I didn't take that long…short fluff…or could be more.
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Chapter 2: Love Knocks on your Door
I fell asleep in my bed. I'm not really sure but I'm starting to feel anxious about this new DADA teacher. Why won't McGonagall tell me who this person is? Why the secrecy? Then someone knocked on my door. I was wearing my sleeping gown already so I had to put on my thick robe and opened the door.
I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Harry. Harry Potter was right at my room's doorstep just a few inches away from me, those familiar green eyes staring at me. I couldn't stop myself. I just hugged him.
"Ms. Hermione Granger? I'm Harry Potter the new DADA Teacher. Professor McGonagall told me to look for you. You're supposed to show me where my room is. I didn't know you welcome people here very warmly," he said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was Harry Potter, my best friend for seven long years and my boyfriend before he left Hogwarts. I can't believe he's acting as if he never knew me.
"Harry, it's me Hermione your best friend don't you remember?" I said. He had that confused look on his face.
"I'm sorry but I have lost memory of my past. I could only remember that I had fought with Voldemort and my training before it. The Doctors said I would gradually remember everything but it had been six years and I still can't remember anything. They said Voldemort must have cast the spell on me before I defeated him," he explained but he was now looking at me with those warm green eyes again.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. Oh, Harry I've missed you. I know you don't remember anything but I will try to help you," I said. I can't believe it. My Harry is back but he has no memory of his past or me.
"It's okay. You're not the first one. When I came to London with Dumbledore tonight I was welcomed by this family. They all look very nice and I think I disappointed them because I didn't know who they were," he said. Harry had met the Weasleys and he didn't know any of them. "Specially the guy with the pregnant wife."
"You didn't even recognize Ron. He's also our best friend Harry. Okay, we'll talk about that tomorrow I think you're tired and should go to bed. I'll show you to your room," I said. I was trying to digest everything that was happening. I wanted to scream at him for not remembering anything but I know that it wasn't his fault. Harry was finally here. He's back but he doesn't even know that he's already home with us. We were right in front of his room.
"What do you want your password to be?" I asked him.
"Mysteries," he said. And I must have given him an odd look because he said his past had been a mystery for him in the past six years.
"Mysteries it shall be," I said and the door opened to his room. "I better go now. I'm glad your back Harry and I'll try to help you gain back your memory."
"Hermione, I'm sorry if I'm not the old Harry that you and that Ronald Weasley guy knew but I do hope that I will regain my memory while I teach here at Hogwarts. You know it's funny. I don't remember anything of my past with regards to my friends and family but I have a good grasp of what I have learned and my powers. I'm sorry if I disappointed you," he said and I left his room.
As I was walking back to my room I met professor McGonagall.
"What happened did it work?" she asked me. "Did he remember anything?"
"No professor. Harry has no idea who I am?" I said and I couldn't help myself I cried on McGonagall's shoulder.
"Hush now. It took us a while to find him but soon enough we would help him. The ministry in Salem had found him and Dumbledore had managed to take him back here. Harry was taken cared of by a muggle family but he went looking for people with wizarding powers because it was the only memory he had, his magical capabilities and none of his relations. We'll try to discover what Charm or Spell was used on him," she said soothingly. Since I moved out of my parents' house I had Professor McGonagall looking after me like a mother.
"I'll be fine professor I'll just go to my room and rest," I said as I went in my room and locked the door. I had the urge to look at my old photos with Harry in it.
Harry gave me the album in our first month together as a couple. He said it was our love story. It had our picture in our first year, which included Ron. Second year pictures already had Ginny Weasley in it too. Third year pictures, some even had a hippogriff on it. Fourth year were mostly taken at the Yule ball. There was a picture of Harry with Parvati and Ron with Padma and me with Viktor. The latter was a picture I had turn into pieces but Harry asked for it then and well I guess he wanted to keep that little piece of history. Our fifth year pictures were taken from the Halloween ball, which I attended with Viktor and Harry attended with Cho. Ron then asked Susan Bones. It also had pictures of me in the library studying which he asked Colin to take for him. The sixth year photo had me and Ron together and him still with Cho. One picture with the four of us Harry was looking at me instead of Cho whom he was holding.
Finally on our Seventh year pictures, you would see Harry and me finally together. It had our picture in the Head boy and Head girl Ceremony and a picture of the two of us in the train. We also had others pictures taken in our trips at the burrow. Now all these memories aren't anything to Harry. I'm nothing to him now.
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What could have happened to Harry on those six years and what did Voldemort do to him. Is it possible that he lost his memory of his friends and family but didn't lose his magical knowledge? How is that possible? I couldn't sleep that night but I had to get a little shuteye but to no avail. Harry's finally here and yet he isn't, well, not the Harry I know.
I went to bathroom and freshen myself up. It was still early but being the first day of school it would surely be a busy one. I had my lesson plan for the day ready. A pre-test to check if the first years had studied anything in advance. There was a note near my fireplace. I looked at it and it said I have a meeting with Dumbledore at my classroom before my first class.
It should be a good opportunity for me to ask him about what happened to Harry. I hope we can find a way to bring his memory back. I went to the great hall for breakfast there I saw Draco with Bill's nine-year-old son Travis. He was the youngest kid to ever be admitted at Hogwarts.
"Morning Professor Granger," Travis said beaming at me. He had the Weasley red hair but had the charm of his half Veela mother. "Uncle Draco, I mean Professor Malfoy said we'll be taking a pop quiz in your class and I hope I remember all the things my dad and I read from before I came here."
"I think you'll do just fine Travis. Now go back to the Gryffindor table and eat breakfast," I instructed and with a smile the little boy went back to the Gryffindor table beside bigger first years two years older than him.
"I don't know Hermione, do you think it was right to admit him here at a very young age?" Draco asked me as I sat down on my seat.
"I think Professor McGonagall has her reasons why she admitted him quite early and beside the boy is really bright," I replied.
"You're quite right. By the way, is it true? Ginny Floo me last night she said Harry's back and he's teaching DADA here only he doesn't remember any of us," started. I just nodded and he must have seen the sight of disappointment in my face. He just patted my shoulder to show sympathy.
"I really don't know what happened to him. It's really Harry but he doesn't know even Ron or me. Let's talk about this later he's coming," I said as I saw Harry with Head mistress McGonagall and former Head Master Dumbledore.
Draco greeted Harry awkwardly and Harry who seems to know nothing about our past conflicts with Draco smiled at him and shook hands. He then looked at me and smiled. I kept on telling myself that he's not the same Harry as before. I would only be hurting myself again but my stubborn heart was telling me that I still loved him so much.
To be continued…
Author's note: My story's kind of complicated but I promise you that it will have a nice ending… And if it gets longer please bear with me… my actual plan is to make it a 3 part thing but I might exceed hopefully for your reading pleasure… hey…thanks to the people who reviewed the fic… of course Harry's the DADA Teacher who did you expect it to be?