Chapter eight … I hope you're enjoying this fic as much as I enjoy writing it …short fluff…scratch that it's a little long but I think the ending is coming soon. Thanks for the wonderful reviews. I wrote this before OotP.. so I used Medi-wizards instead of you know….because I didn't know what they call them at that time.
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Chapter 8: The Cure
The rest of the week was normal for me. Since Harry and I got back at Hogwarts we've been a lot closer. Although that night we came back to Hogwarts we came into an awkward situation we shoved that incident behind and focused on getting Harry's memory back. Ron had collected a number of Photo albums of our pictures at Hogwarts to show Harry.
Draco was nice enough to coordinate with St. Mungos to research. We found out that the Medi-wizard that concocted the potion was already dead because of old age. Draco was looking for anyone who can work on the same potion. He was a good potions master but what to make was too complicated for a beginner like him.
Harry had been teaching the DADA subject really well. He's branded the best and most good-looking teacher in Hogwarts, which was Draco's old title.
"Hermione are you coming with me to see Dr. Neville Longbottom?" Harry asked as he came up to me in the corridor.
"You make meeting Neville sound so like a serious matter," I joked remembering how clumsy Neville was back in the old days. But it was surely a serious matter. It concerned Harry's memory.
"Hermione, I know you're trying to pull away from me because I haven't gained my memory back. I promise you I'll try my very best to get all my memories back," he said as he took my hand in his.
"Oh Harry, I'm sorry if I seem distant to you. It's not that I don't want to be with you. It's just that I fear that as long as you haven't regained your memory there is still a risk for me to lose you and I don't want that to happen," I said and I did I shouldn't have done. I kissed him on the lips. It was tender. It was true and heartfelt. I knew from that moment on that I truly loved him still. Good thing Harry didn't go unconscious.
"I love you Hermione," he whispered to my ear as he pulled into a tight embrace. It felt like heaven in his arms.
"I love you too Harry. We're going in this together. You can leave me again I won't let you," I whispered back at him. A Gryffindor Prefect who pretty much reminded me of Terry Boot passed by and both Harry and I jumped away from each other. When the prefect was gone we both broke down into laughter.
"You should have seen your face," Harry blurted out.
"You should have seen yours. Hah, just like old days," I sighed. I wish Harry could remember that too.
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At St. Mungos, Harry and I arrived early. We were asked to wait for Dr. Neville Longbottom at his office.
"Look here Hermione. Is this Neville?" Harry pointed out the now slim figured Neville with his wife Susan from Hufflepuff and their children.
"Yes Harry that's Neville," I said and just at that moment Neville came in his office.
"I came as soon as I heard. Is it really? I can't believe it Harry. You're back," Neville said as he went straight to Harry.
"Uhm… Neville Harry doesn't remember?" I explained.
"Oh…I'm sorry. How are you doing Hermione?" he asked me.
"I'm fine. Thanks. McGonagall told me that your parents are already cured." Neville was smiling and I guess that meant yes.
"My parents are okay now but Dr. Chillster is dead. We worked on the potion. I needed his expertise to concoct the potion. If done the wrong way it would be quite lethal," Neville explained.
"Would it work for me? Hermione told me that your parents suffered from complete memory loss and they were pushed to insanity. Mine isn't like that. I can't remember my friends and family but I have my magical knowledge intact," Harry asked.
"So you're case is like selective amnesia as muggles like to call it. We could also use the same treatment but like I said it is dangerous if done the wrong way. I even asked Draco if he could help me but he said it's too complex for him and he'll find someone else. I think he doesn't want to risk Harry's life," Neville explained.
"Is there anyone you know who can work with you in that potion?" I asked. There could be someone out there that could help us. I was also thinking of the risks that Harry would be taking.
"I know Snape went under Chillster's training before he went to Hogwarts to teach I'm not sure if he can make the potion although it wouldn't be a good experience for me to work with him. I don't think Snape would ever want to do it, especially for Harry," Neville reasoned.
"All of us are in debt from Harry. He saved us from Voldemort so he has no right to reject the idea of repaying Harry by giving his memory back," I blurted out. "I'll go and talk to Snape myself. If he knows how to make that memory potion he has to do it."
"I'll go with you Hermione. I want to see this Snape. Who is he anyway?" Harry said. So Harry also forgot about Snape so in some way he also protected that guy even if he was the meanest professor we have ever had except maybe for Trelawney.
"I wish the two of you good luck. Do tell me if Snape agrees. It wouldn't be the time of my life to work with him but I'll do it for Harry. Like you said Hermione we owe him," Neville said before he hugged Harry and me goodbye.
We went out of the office and went back to Hogwarts. Tomorrow we will go to Daisy's birthday so we went to Hogsmeade to buy her a present.
"Which store should we go to?" Harry asked me. I scanned the place and my eyes landed on 3W.
"There! That's your favorite store except maybe for Zonko's," I said as we went towards the Weasley's Wizarding Wheazes or the 3W.
Harry's eyes lit up in the things in the shop. The Weasley business had branched out to every wizarding community. The founders themselves personally manage this Shop in Hogsmeade, which was also their first.
"Harry, Hermione good to see the two of you here," greeted Fred. "George isn't here. He had to meet with some people in Italy who are interested on a franchise."
"Harry you remember Fred," I said. And Harry nodded at him.
"Hey, what are Hogwarts professors doing in a joke shop? Playing a prank on poor firsties aren't yah?" Fred inquired and I just laughed.
"No we came here to buy a present for my niece. She's five," Harry replied.
"Hermione, you know we don't sell toys for little kids here," Fred said. "Only kidding. Since Fred and I had kids we have made a section of toys and things that are safe for young ones."
He led as to a place at the back. It had enchanted stuff animals that talk. They also had toy cars and mini broomsticks.
"I'll get the broomstick and a talking teddy bear," Harry said.
"Fred took the broomstick and the bear and magically gift wrapped it in a jiffy.
Harry took of his necklace and there was his Gringotts key and a ring. It was the first time I saw that ring. It had a diamond surrounded by emeralds and it was placed in a nice white gold bond. Fred took the key and placed in a key holder. After blue light had filled the holder Fred took the key and gave it back to Harry. It was the wizard way of charging our purchases.
"Come back here again," Fred called to us.
"We will," I called back. Whose ring was on Harry's necklace?
To be continued…