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HP after Hogwarts >> Not What It Seems by slytherinpride

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Chapter 1
He's dead. I told myself. He's dead and he's not coming back. You love Ron. You may have fancied Harry, just a tad, but you love Ron. I couldn't take this. I had feelings for Harry James Potter. The 23 year old man who was killed last night. The killing I witnessed. He's dead and he is not coming back, Hermione.
Ron and I had postponed the wedding for a few weeks after Harry's death, but then it was on again and I was this close to walking down the isle. Yet, I couldn't help but thinking about how much I loved Harry. No, you do not love him. He was your friend. You love Ron.

"And how's the soon-to-be bride?" Ginny asked with a smile. I forced a smile. "Great," she lied. Ginny accepted this and walked back out. My head was spinning in circles. I couldn't take it.

Next thing I knew, music was playing and I was walking down the isle. I saw big smiles from everyone. Now, I was next to Ron. I distangled myself from my father and stood with Ron. I expect it's sortav'e sad that I didn't hear most of what happened, but then I heard, "And do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Ronald Billius Weasley as your lawfully wedded husband."
I froze on the spot. I couldn't move a muscle.

Finally, afer what seemed like hours, I found my voice. "I-I...I can't!" Immeaditly, tears began to stream down my face. I ran away from everyone unaware of where I was going. I just kept running. I had to keep running.

I knew people would come looking for me. I had to get away. Far away. I whipped out my wand and disapparated on the spot. All of a sudden, I was standing in the middle of a busy muggle street. I quickly ran to the sidewalk to avoid getting hit.

It still hadn't occurred to me how silly I must look, running around in a busy city in a big puffy wedding dress. I entered a dainty little cafe that only had one worker in it. He was tall and skinny and had sand colored hair. I squinted to see his name tag from the door and saw that his name was Matthew.

"Hey little lady," he said grinning, "what can I getcha today?" I tried to wipe my tears, but more came pouring down. "Hey, hey, hey..." Matthew said, "why so down?"

"I-lost-every-thing!" I said in between sobs. Matthew leaned back for a second then said, "Well-erm...uhm....Would you like something to drink? It's on the house tonigh. I can tell you've been through a lot."
Normally, I would have insisted on paying but instead I said, "Can I just have a cappuchino?"

Matthew smiled and said, "Sure thing, er... I didn't catch your name?" I took in a slow breath and said, "Hermione... Hermione Granger." He smiled at me and said, "Well, Hermione Granger. I'm Matthew Bowler."

I drank quickly and thanked him and walked out. I had no clue where I was going to go next, but I didn't want to go home. It was the last thing I wanted. Suddenly, I had a thought. Grimmauld Place!

I went down an alley way so no one could see me doing magic. I pulled out my wand and apparated to Grimmauld Place Number 12.

I opened the door and looked around. No one seemed to be around. I locked the door behind me and walked further around the house.

I walked upstairs and went into the bedroom I stayed in with Ginny that summer before my fifth year at Hogwarts. I laid down on the bed and fell asleep instantly.

"And you're sure you want to do this?" A tall, burly man I didn't recognize said. The second man, who was very skinny and had sand colored hair, sighed and said,"Of course I am. We have the boy. Let's do it. C'mon. It has to be tonight. Everything's ready."
"Fine," said the burly man, "go pluck the kid's hair." The skinny man walked over to a struggling, tied up person in the back of them room. I couldn't tell who. It was too dark. He plucked the hair and walked back over. The other man gave him a clear glass with a bubbling substance that I recognized at once as Polyjuice Potion. He dropped in the hair. Before I could see what color it turned, I sat up straight.
"Oh, it was just a dream." I said to myself. I got up and remembered everything that had happened.

I checked my clock and realized it was only just now becoming Midnight. I didn't care much anymore if they found me, so I apparated back to my flat and went back to bed.

But I didn't get to sleep for hours. I kept thinking about my dream. It was so odd. Who were they turning into? What were they about to do? Where were they? Why did I seem to recognize the sandy haired boy?

It was eight int he morning and I heard a knock at the door. I didn't answer, knowing it was probably Ron. There was another knock and then, "Hermione, I know you're in there. Can I please come in?" So it was Ron.

I opened the door and let him in. My mind was racing. I couldn't believe I was ready to lose Ron for Harry. He. Is. Dead. Dead, Hermione, dead. He isn't coming back. "Ron, look. I'm sorry about yesterday. I-I was just nervous and with Harry and everything going on I freaked out and I'm sorry."

Ron wrapped his arms around me and said, "It's alright. I love you so much." He kissed me on the top of my head and I said, "I-I love you, too." I cowered into Ron's chest and stayed buried there for what felt like forever.

I sighed as I sat with Ron on the couch, "What about the wedding?" He shrugged and said, "We could just sign the papers no big deal." He paused. "Or maybe we could find one of those drive through chapels," he said jokingly. I forced a laugh and said, "Yeah, we could just sign the legal stuff and be done with it."

So, the very next day we signed and were officially married. We moved into the small little house on the countryside a tad bit close to where the Lovegoods lived that we had bought. In a few weeks everything was moved into the house and life was almost normal, but then I had another dream.

It was the same one as last time, only this time I got far enough to se what color the Polyjuice Potion was. Gold, a bright shimmering gold. When was the last time I saw that color Polyjuice Potion? No. It couldn't be. That's ridculous. Absolutley ridculous.

Usually, Ron and I talked about our dreams and had a good laughat how ridculous they were. But I couldn't tell him this. I just couldn't. Sure, it was just a dream, but something stopped me from telling him when he asked me what I had dreamed. "Oh, I don't remember," I lied.

He believed me, seeing as no one can always remember their dreams. He told me his was about dancing unicorns, riding hippogriffs. All I could manage was a weak smile.
"Sh-Shall I start b-breakfast?" I asked walking into the kitchen. "Hermione, are you alright?"

"Of course. Never better!" I said tensely. I pulled out a pan and started magically cooking bacon, eggs, and toast.

Very soon, breakfast was ready and we ate quickly. An hour or two later Ron was headed out the door to get to the Auror office and I was going down to St. Mungos for my job as a healer.

Right as I walked in a healer who was fairly new ran up to me, "Ms. Granger-er- well, Mrs. Weasley! It's Marileen Madassa! She just told me her old address! I'm not sure if it's a sign of her remembering her past or if it's just what she saw on one of her packages from her husband and son, but even if it is the second it's showing she's able to keep memories for longer times now, right?!" I smiled, "I sure do hope so! That's great news! I think that it won't be hard to figure out which and once we do we might be able to go further along the line of reteaching her her past. I'll be up to her room in just a moment."

I went to go and make sure the Head Healer of the Accidental Memory Loss section, Marsha Walton, knew about this. Marileen Madassa had shown no signs of anything for the whole four years she had been here, before then. We would have to decide which treatment got through to her, so that we could restore her memory further. Or if it was even a treatment at all. As, lately we had seen her reading the labels of her packages quite througholy.

I finally found Marsha after a while of searching. I informed her about Marileen and she told me to go and check on her. I had to stay with Marileen for most of the day.

Soon, I was going home. Ron was waiting for me at home when I got there. "Hey there princess," he said with a smile. I grinned, "Prince Charming. Nice to see you." He came and kissed me and everything seemed right... Too bad it wasn't

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