I haven't written in quite a few years. Almost 10 years, if you want a more accurate time. I only started back up after a lot (to the point of pestering) encouragement from my wonderful husband. This is what I came up with. It is currently unbetaed as I'm looking for one. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I in no way own anything and am not making any money off of this. It all belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

For such an annoying sound it was actually quite soothing, almost lulling her back to sleep. Almost, but not quite. For at that moment the darkness behind her eyelids became bright and a single word, a name rather, tumbled from her lips. She sat up quickly, blinking against the sudden glare in her eyes and peered around the room as if looking for something. The stark whiteness of the walls along with the beeping machine, and the antiseptic quality of the air revealed that she was clearly in a hospital. Yet she couldn't figure out why.

"I see you're up," came a voice from across the room interrupting her musings. Her head whipped around to take in the newest occupant in the room. He was obviously a doctor as he wore the requisite lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck. He walked over to check her vitals, asking questions as he did. "What is your name?"

Such an innocuous question made her pause. She searched through her memory and came up blank. She came up blank on a lot if things actually. "I don't know."

"How old are you?"

"I don't know."

"What year is it?"

"I don't know."

"Who's the Prime Minister?"

"I don't know," this last answer coming out as almost a whisper. The doctor looked up and saw her chewing on her bottom lip with unshed tears in her eyes. "I don't know anything."

"Then you wouldn't know who Harry is?" She appeared to perk up a tiny bit at that question as if that one name was the key to her identity, yet from the look in her eyes he could tell she didn't know who this Harry is or was.

"No. No, I don't. Where did you get that name?" The look of hope on her face was obvious.

"It was the name you called out as I walked in the door."

"Oh." She looked down at her lap defeated. "What happened to me?"

"You came in unconscious though with no physical sign, not even a scratch, of why and have been in a coma for the past five weeks. It appears you are completely healthy with the exception of amnesia, of course. Frankly, Miss, you have us stumped. We don't know what is wrong. I would like to conduct a few more tests to see if we can find out the reason." She merely nodded, her eyes not straying from her lap. "As for right now there is someone familiar to you I would like you to talk to. He may help jar your memory." She looked up at that.

"He? How do you know he's familiar to me? Does he know who I am?" The hope was back in her eyes.

"Truthfully, no I don't think he does, but you two were found together and he's in the same predicament as you. The two of you meeting may help his memory as well as yours."

"Oh. I guess that's okay then." With a nod the doctor left. She looked to her right and stared out of the window that was there. She contemplated the reasons that could have landed her here with nary a scratch yet with a mind so empty.

He knew she didn't see him, though he was in her line of sight, as she gazed unseeing to the courtyard beyond the window. He knew what she was going through, probably the only one who did. He had gone through the same thought process a week before when he woke up. He sat down in the chair beside her bed to just watch her. Though he was eager to try and hopefully gather some information about their situation, maybe regaining some of their memories, he was reluctant to interrupt her thoughts.

The doctor did say her memory was completely wiped as his was, but she did not react the same as he when she woke up. The strange contraptions littered around the room did not faze her as if she knew what they were. He, on the other hand, was found ripping out the tubes that attached some of the devices to his body and scrambling from the bed, as if preparing for an attack, when a nurse arrived in his room. It took quite a while for the doctor and nurses to calm him down. He was still wary of the staff as they kept poking and prodding him taking his blood.

It was then that he thought of the woman they told him he was brought in with. After another round of tests he had decided to take a look at the woman he had no memory of, hoping just a look would restore his mind. He stood in her doorway, she had still been in a coma then, and watched her just as he was doing now. She was an odd little thing. Not quite a conventional beauty, at least what he thought was conventional after perusing through the numerous magazines that always were hanging around, yet not exactly plain. He couldn't discern her eye color of course, but she had fair skin, as if she spent more time indoors rather than out, with a small pert nose, lips a little too thin to be called pouty, and a head full of unruly chestnut curls. She also appeared to be quite short as there seemed to be quite a bit of excess space at the foot of the bed. He knew he had to wait to get a better look at her when she woke as the doctors and nurses were rightfully more concerned with health than appearance. He himself didn't feel quite human until they allowed him to take a shower and even then still not so much since he was forced to wear the drafty gowns they produced.

"You don't look familiar," a soft voice, with a tone of frustration, interrupted his thoughts. He focused on the woman in front of him finally being able to look into her eyes.

"Brown." He replied.

"Excuse me?" Her brow furled in confusion.

"Your eyes. I've been wondering what color they are."

"Oh." She took that moment to break eye contact.

"You don't look familiar to me either," he said with a sigh. "There goes that hope." The air in the room became awkward as they didn't know what else to say to each other. What could they say? They may have been familiar before, but now they were meeting as virtual strangers.

She took in the man before her, trying to find some feature that would spark some kind of familiarity. He was very tall, she noted, having to stretch out his legs to at least appear to be comfortable in the seemingly too small chair. His fair skin had a slight tan to it. Something she lacked, she noted glancing down at her pale arms. With startling blue eyes, a strong nose, full lips, and short dark auburn hair he was quite handsome in her opinion. Although she only had the doctor to compare him to.

"Did… Did they tell you what happened to us?" She asked tentatively, wondering if he knew more than she did being awake longer.

"Only that we were found unconscious yet in perfect health." She nodded, disappointed there was so little information.

"Do you-"

"Does the-" They both started at the same time. He gestured for her to go first. "Do you… Are you… Oh hell, how do I put this? Does the name Harry mean anything to you?" A pensive look came over his face.

"No, it doesn't. What about the name Bella?" He looked up at her hopeful. She closed her eyes and silently repeated the name hoping for some reaction in her mind, slumping in the bed when it didn't.

"Nope. Where did you get that from?"

"The doctor said I mumble it in my sleep. What about Harry?"

"I apparently yelled it out when I woke up. Maybe they're our names?" He didn't look like a Harry, but what did she know.

"That's entirely possible." The doctor waltzed into the room breaking up the awkwardness between the two. "The results of the DNA test came in and there is no relation between you two."

"Married?" 'Harry?' looked down at the ring on his left hand and then to 'Bella's?' bare hand.

"Once again, entirely possible. Right now we are just as in the dark as the two of you are. At the moment I would like to talk to you privately about the results of one of you tests, if I may, Harry."

"I might as well be." He shrugged. "It seems like all we've got." He turned to the doctor who appeared to be inching out of the room to prompt Harry to follow him. "Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of her. I'm going to tell her anyway. For all we know we're married. Either way whether we know it or not we're in this together. Might as well not hide anything. It might be the key to our memories." The doctor and Bella couldn't help agreeing with his logic.

"Alright. Well, we found something foreign in your system. We need to conduct a few more tests to isolate it and find out what it is exactly, but it appears to be travelling to your brain. The problem is, well it may actually be a good thing, is that once it reaches your brain it diminishes rapidly disappearing within a few hours. The MRI we did shows no damage to your brain, but we would like to try and conduct a few more tests to find out what this substance is doing to you."

"Very well." Harry sighed not really wanting to get poked and prodded again, but knowing he had to. "Until later then, Bella." He smiled at the woman on the bed. It felt odd calling her that, but since he woke up everything was a new experience.

"See you later, Harry." She grinned back feeling much better now that they had, if nothing else, names. Well, what she hoped were their names.