Chapter four my friends…I hope I didn't take that long…short fluff…scratch that it ain't short but I do hope I won't exceed 10 chapters.
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Chapter 4: Alone
I woke up early that morning having slept the whole day yesterday. I have to attend to my parents and hopefully be back to work before the week ends. My parents didn't like long grieving, we joked about dying a lot of times talking about the things we wanted on our death bed and other things, I never expected that I'd be doing their wishes too soon. Mum and dad both didn't like long funeral service. I remember dad's words perfectly, "If I die I'd want to be buried as soon as possible. I don't mean that you don't remember me but I want the people I love to move on with their life. It would be enough that they'd visit me for one day and pay their last respects then let me go back to the earth." Mum just nodded in agreement. And that's what exactly what I'll do.
I didn't go to breakfast like the usual I headed straight to the Headmistress' office to ask for two days off so I can attend to my dead parents. She was right outside her office most probably about to go to the Great Hall for Breakfast.
"Professor, can I speak to you for a moment?" I said as I approached her.
"Will you be asking for a week off? I'd work on getting a temporary substitute as you attend to your parents funeral," she said warmly.
"I appreciate that professor but I'd only want two days off then I'll be back to attend to my duties. It's what my parents would want," I said and I couldn't help myself but start crying on her shoulder. I was like a child clinging to her mother.
"Poor dear, I know this is hard for you. Maybe I should let someone accompany you," she said.
"But professor…I" I tried to reason with her.
"Harry had asked me if he could go with you in case you needed anything," she said and it caught me by surprise. Harry wanted to accompany me. He may not remember his past but he still had the qualities I loved about him.
"I don't know what to say Professor," was the only thing I could think of to say.
"You've been very hard working dear and I wouldn't mind if you take a little rest and you and Harry can help each other just like before," she commented. "Come on let's have breakfast and you and Harry will ride a carriage to Hogsmeade and from there you can apparate to your home.
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That morning at breakfast almost everyone had said their condolences from my co-professors to the students.
"Hermione, I'm so sorry about what happened," Draco said and he gave me a warm hug. "Ginny and I will try and drop by tonight."
"Thanks Draco," I replied and that was basically me answer to everyone who in my eyes pitied me for having lost the only people in the world who loved me. I know that there are a lot of people, who care for me, like Professor McGonagall, the Weasleys and some friends, but my parents were the only people who ever loved me for me, well, Harry did too, but he doesn't remember anything. I felt so lonely.
"I hope you don't mind me coming with you," It was Harry he had caught up with me after I left the crowded Great Hall.
"No, I don't I'm actually relieved having someone around because at the moment I feel so alone," I admitted. I was crying again first in front of McGonagall and now in front of Harry.
He hugged me and said that I should cry. It was the only right thing to do. "Go on cry it out. It will help you."
"Thanks Harry," I muttered as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Let's go and I'll help you pack a few things I already got my things ready and they're already in my pocket," he said and we headed to my room and he helped me gather a few things.
We rode a carriage to Hogsmeade and from there we apparated to my parents house.
Harry looked around to what probably seemed to him was a new place. He wouldn't be able to remember the times he spent his last two summer in this same house.
"Harry just go upstairs and second door to the left, that's your room," I said and I thought I heard him say I know but he could have said anything. I was after all confused.
I called the hospital and I would go there after I finish unpacking my few things. I'd go there and get my parents' funeral arranged at the house I also called up a few relatives that I thought was in the country.
Harry and I went to the hospital morgue and for the first time I saw my parents' lifeless bodies. Harry held my hand and I buried my face on his chest. He spoke to the hospital people and he arranged for a small funeral service at the house.
That afternoon my parents were placed in their coffins in our living room, which was now lit up and flower wreathes were everywhere. A few relatives came and most of my wizarding friends but they wore muggle clothes to blend in. Arthur Weasley, the Minister of Magic and the other Weasleys also came. Ron and Lavender with little Samantha, Molly carried two of her grandchildren Natalie and Derrick, which were Charlie's kids. Fred and Angelina with Quirk their son also came. George and Katie had to drag little Arthur inside. Ginny and Draco also came as promised. The Weasley family really had grown. I sat at one side near my parents' coffins. I couldn't cry in front of those people even if they were considered family to me. Harry was nice enough to talk to the people who were coming. I even saw him and Ron talking at one corner. The house was filled with people and still I felt all alone. My mum and dad are gone forever.
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It was almost midnight and the living room was almost deserted. The Weasleys had left except for Ron. My muggle relatives would be back tomorrow for the burial.
"Hermione are you okay," I heard Ron say as he and Harry entered the room. They went outside a while back at the garden.
"I'm okay. Don't you have practice tomorrow?" I asked him as he and Harry sat at the stools in front of me.
"He'll go home in a little while. We just want to make sure you're okay and besides I told him that I'll take care of you," Harry said.
"Thanks to the both of you. I don't know what would happen to me if I didn't have you two in my life," I admitted.
"Well, let's see. When Harry here was missing for six long years you've gone bonkers and dated Malfoy," Ron joked and I have to say it made me laugh a little.
"Ronald Weasley if I'm not mistaken your sister is married to that particular Malfoy and I don't see you complaining," I remarked and it was Ron's turn to laugh.
"Why what's wrong with Draco?" Harry asked then I remembered that he lost his memory and had no idea what hell Draco had brought to our lives in the past particularly to my life.
"Oh, sorry we forgot you have no memory of that," Ron said. "Hermione here will fill you in with the details. And Harry it's just like in our first year when you came to Hogwarts the first time. You are so famous. The boy-who-lived and you had no idea who you are at the Wizarding world and Hermione here knew everything about you. I bet she can do the same again and I wouldn't mind helping also specially when it comes to Quidditch of course."
"He lost his memory but he never lost his interest in Quidditch," I jokingly commented.
"Actually, that's not the only thing he didn't lose interest in… He's still interested with…" Ron tried to say but Harry covered his mouth. Harry was blushing mad.
"You boys still haven't change. Pardon me Harry but you may have lost your memory but you and Ron still act the same way, like kids," I scolded.
"I better leave now. Lavender would be worried sick. Take care Hermione, and Harry, remember what we talked about. It's nice to have you back Harry," Ron said and he disapparated.
"What did you boys talk about?" I asked Harry.
"Well, Ron told me about the three of us. No wonder he was so upset. He was my best friend too and I didn't recognize him and I felt really stupid. You two were supposed to be the closest people to me and I don't remember," he admitted.
"Don't worry. Like I said to you before I'll try and help you. We'll find a cure to whatever it is that happened to you. You might have forgotten but I have a reputation of a know it all back in those days and it wouldn't be long and you'll remember everything," I said and in a way I wanted to believe myself. If I can get back Harry's memory I wouldn't be alone anymore.
"Hermione, I want to thank you for being patient with me," he said. And he took my hand and gave it a light squeeze. "I may not remember who you were to me before but I'm sure you were someone important."
`Yes, Harry I was important to you. You loved me then I loved you too and I think I still do,' I told myself.
To be continued…
[ n/a:] This story is so fun to write… I'll try to make new chapters as soon as possible… toodles… please review… I know I suck but please don't trash me too hard, okay?