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Unremembered	By : ElegantMess Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 17156 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: I plan on updating every Monday night. This week was a bit crazy I had out patient surgery and so I'm a little behind. I also try to keep about one chapter ahead of what I post and Chapter 6 was hard for me to write. Anyway, this story keeps growing. I had only thought this would go about 10 chapters but now I think I'm looking at about 16- 20. We won't hear from Severus for awhile, I sent him to my room for his bad behavior. Haha, anyway I wanted to thank a few reviewers, HarryGinny4eva, Darque Hart, Brandi1498, CeliaEquus, HeartMom88, JaneA0202, and KathAdrian. You guys have helped me so much with all your input. JaneA0202 this chapter is a little longer and KathAdrian sorry but no sexy Severus for about 3 chapters, He's going to be a bit preoccupied. Well on with the story...

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      Hermione stumbled into Harry's sitting room, in a haze of tears. She dropped all her things beside the floo, sat heavily on the couch, and finally allowed herself to to be consumed with her tears. Harry and Ginny have been woken by the sound of the floo, rushed into the sitting room, wands at the ready. Upon finding Hermione, they both pocketed their wands, and immediately moved to sit on either side of her on the couch.

      Much like an big brother, Harry gathered Hermione into his arms, as Ginny stroked her hair and whispered softly, "It's alright, love, we're here, just let it all out, it's alright..." Ginny continued to murmur softly.

      Harry and Ginny's eldest son James had also been woken by the sound of the floo and shuffled quietly into the sitting room. Startled by what he saw, he asked "Mum? Is Aunt 'Mione ok? Is she hurt? Why's she crying?" Hearing James' worried questions, Hermione quickly sat up, and wiping at her face, she attempted to get her sobs under control.

      Harry answered for her, "Aunt 'Mione is ok. She's just had a rough day and came to talk to your Mum and me. Now it's the middle of the night. Your Mum and I will take care of Aunt 'Mione. You need to scoot off to bed." Harry said softly. James looked worriedly at Hermione.

      "I'll be alright Jamie, I'll see you in the morning." Hermione said convincingly. With her reassurance James turned and quietly padded back up the stairs to his room.

      Ginny accio'd a box of tissues and handed them to Hermione. "Thanks," she mumbled. "I'm sorry if I upset Jamie..." Harry smiled at Hermione's nickname for James.

      "He'll be fine, kids are resilient. Right now I'm more worried about you. Why are you flooing in here at half two in the morning?" Harry asked concern heavy in his voice.

      "Severus and I had a pretty nasty row." Hermione said softly.

      Harry's eyes narrowed and his voice took a hard edge. "He didn't hurt you did he? Cause I'll kill the bastar..."

      "Harry!!" both Ginny and Hermione exclaimed.

      "Why do you always assume the worst about him?" Hermione asked sadly.

      "Cause, I know he's a right stubborn git!! Harry insisted.

      "You know the same could be said about you sometimes. Mr. Harry James Potter." Hermione said with a small smile, as Ginny nodded in agreement. Harry gave her a look of mock anger, and tried to suppress a laugh.

      "Who? Me?" At which, they all dissolved into laughter. After a few moments, Harry attempted to stifle his laughter, and finally he said, "Well as much as you 'love me' I'm sure you'd rather girl talk with Ginny. And seeing how I have to be at the department by 7 in the morning, I think I'll just scoot off to bed myself." Harry stood and stretched. Then he squeezed Hermione's hand and said, "You know you're welcome to stay as long as you need." He squeezed her hand again and leaned over to kiss Ginny good night.

      As Harry left, Ginny scooted closer and wrapped her arm around Hermione's shoulder. "OK, he's gone, spill..." And Hermione did, she told Ginny everything about the argument, with the exception of Severus' rough treatment.

      "I'm afraid with all that's happened, he won't want me any more..." Hermione finished.

      "Of course he will. Did Madam Pomfrey say any thing about how long it should take for him to get his memory back?" Ginny asked.

      "Not when we initially left. You know he was in such a terrible mood after finding out about Dumbledore, he just wanted to get down to our rooms, and away form everyone including me." She shook her head. "Anyway, after he disappeared to into his lab, I floo called you guys, and then I went up to the hospital wing and spoke with Poppy. She said his memories could trickle back or rush back in a flood all at once. But there would have to be triggers. He needs to talk about it or, look at pictures, or try to connect himself to his past some how."

      She sighed heavily. "I was worried about him so I went..."

      "...to the library..." Ginny giggled.

      "Yes, to the library, and I found this book called 'Memory loss in Witches and Wizards'. I have to say I'm so glad that we don't have to rely on muggle medicine. I mean he can use legilimens or look into a pensieve or even talk to Dumbledore's portrait. Our photos even move. The problem is none of that can help if he chooses to isolate himself from everything and everyone who cares about him." Hermione let out a forlorn sigh.

      "Look" Ginny said with a yawn, "Madam Pomfrey was pretty clear that his memories will come back, and that's what you need to focus on." There was a soft cry from upstairs, "Ooh, that'd be Lily, she sleeps straight through most nights, but occasionally she still wakes up and needs to be rocked back to sleep." Ginny got up quickly and went upstairs. Hermione stood up, gathered her things and followed Ginny.

      As she ascended the stairs, she admired all the hard work Harry and Ginny had put into the house. What had been dark and depressing Headquarters for The Order, was now a bright and happy home for a growing young family. Ginny had even figured out how to get rid of Mrs. Black's screaming portrait.

    One evening when James was an infant, his cries had set off Mrs. Black for the fifth time that day.   As Mrs. Black shrieked about the filthy half-bloods and blood traitors that had invaded her noble house, Ginny lost it. She hit her with such a powerful hex, it blew through the portrait and the wall behind it. Staring through the gaping hole, into her sitting room, she realized that the wall that all the horrible portraits and house elf heads were on, was a non-load bearing wall. Within days she and Harry had the whole wall removed, completely opening up the lower level.

      Hermione stopped and peeked into Lily's room. Ginny was rocking in the rocking chair, humming a soft lullaby to the ginger haired infant. Hermione smiled sadly at the baby. She and Severus had been trying for two years, to get pregnant, and had painfully had three miscarriages. The hex, she was hit with at The Battle in the Ministry, had scarred her internally and she now had difficulty carrying to term. Now on top of everything else she had to worry about... She began to tear up again.

      "Hermione," Ginny whispered. Hermione had been so distracted by everything, that she didn't notice Ginny put Lily in the crib. "Hey, you look exhausted. Come on, I'll help you get settled in the guest room." Ginny said softly. Silently they walked down the hall to the guest room. "If you need anything just let me know. Sleep in in as late as you need. I'll see you in the morning." Ginny smiled as she left.

      "Night," Hermione whispered. She dropped her rucksack on the dresser and draped her cloak on the chair beside the bed. She sat on the bed and toed off her trainers, took off her sweater and laid it on top off her cloak. She pulled back the blanket and slid down into the comfortable bed. Her mind raced as she thought about Severus. She tossed and turned. When exhaustion finally forced her to sleep it was restless, her racing thoughts becoming wild and frightening dreams of a lost and despondent Severus.

      Much to early the next morning, she awoke to five year old James and three year old Albus jumping on her bed and chanting, "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

      "That is enough I'm awake!" She growled.

      Albus giggled, "Aunt 'Mione, when you gwumpy you sound like Unca Sevewas."

     "Oh do I?" James and Albus nodded vigorously. "Well then you'd better look out cause I'm going to get you, you little dunderheads!!" She growled playfully as she rose out of the bed hands wiggling and ready to tickle. The boys shrieked in mock fear and ran from the room.

      "Boys! Breakfast!" Ginny called from downstairs.

      Hermione laid down and tried to fall back to sleep. After tossing and turning for fifteen minutes or so, she decided it was just not going to happen. She sat up and pulled on her sweater, Severus' rough treatment the night before had left handprint shaped bruises on her upper arms. With Harry's tenuous acceptance of her marriage to Severus, she did not need this one time occurrence to affect his opinion. She headed down the stairs and was assaulted with the heavy greasy smell of breakfast.

       "Morning 'Mione!" Ginny called, with a smile as Hermione came into the kitchen. "You hungry? I've made toast, bangers, and eggs." Ginny asked, as she thrust a full plate towards Hermione.

      Hermione felt herself turn green as the feeling of nausea began to build. "Uh... oh no thank you." She shook her head. Overwhelmed by the smells, bile rising in her throat, she bolted to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach.

      Fifteen minutes later, Hermione returned to the kitchen. Ginny had already sent the boys off to play and was finishing up feeding six month old Lily.

      "So how far along are you?" Ginny asked casually without turning around.

      "Uh... Um... Oh... What do you mean?" Hermione stuttered.

      "You know what I mean. How come you didn't tell me and Harry that you're pregnant?" Ginny turned and faced Hermione.

      "Uh... I'm not pregnant." Hermione muttered, her eyes cast down.

      "You are a terrible liar, Hermione. Why are you trying to hide it? This is wonderful news!" Ginny smiled as she picked up Lily to clean her up.

      Hermione sighed "I wasn't going to tell any one till I could tell Severus. And I figured I'd wait until after the first trimester. After losing the first three..." A sob choked off the rest of her sentence. In a instant Ginny was at her side and had her free arm wrapped around Hermione. On her other hip sat a still messy smiling Lily. Hermione ruffled the little girl's ginger hair and smiled through her tears.

      "I had suspected that I was pregnant for almost two months but I was so afraid of losing another baby that I didn't tell any one, not even Severus. When I missed another full period I knew that I must be and so I had Poppy check, and that was on the morning of the explosion. She told me I was already twelve weeks along." Hermione stated. There was a sharp intake of breathe from Ginny. "Please don't tell Harry. I want Severus to know before anyone else does." Hermione pleaded.

      Ginny frowned "I won't lie, but if it doesn't come up I won't tell him."

      "Thank you so much," Hermione exclaimed breathlessly.

      "Well then, we need Severus to remember you, so you can tell him, now won't we." Ginny grinned.
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