Okay, I know this chapter has been long overdue! I apologize for the hiatus. I lost my notebook where I kept this entire outline from beginning to end, notes and everything for this story while travelling. So I became upset and just could not get back into this!

With that being said, I went back and edited the other four chapters and it's all on one straight path! I highly recommend reading from the beginning again! I'm going to continue updating and have my outline once again, digitally this time around.

Thanks for reading this long note! I hope you enjoy and any new readers, welcome!

*I don't own anything presented by J.K. Rowling beforehand.*

Percy waited at the entrance of the stairs going up to the girl's dormitory. He had a note written for Miss Granger, the girl who seemed to be a troublemaker. He wasn't pleased to hear that one of Ravenclaw's first years was breaking the rules from the beginning, starting with her dress code violation at the sorting ceremony. He and the other upper years managed to keep Ravenclaw from getting in constant trouble. With Hermione Granger doing as she pleased, it was going to ruin their good streak. He was hoping to get her on track.

"Miss Granger, a word, please."

Hermione followed him to the side, out of the way of the stairway. She heard the collective "ooh" as Percy turned and handed her a note.

"Professor Flitwick would like a word with you. He has yet to speak with you about yesterday's incident."

"But I didn't do it on purpose," Hermione answered as she broke the seal and opened it to the letter. She scanned the words quickly, seeing that they said what Percy just relayed.

"You still broke a rule and used magic to hurt a student. Hogwarts isn't a battle zone. It's a learning institute. I know you are muggle-born so schooling might be different for your kind—"

"My kind?!" Hermione snapped.

"I'm assuming you didn't know about your magic until eleven? Even with your accidents, you weren't raised to use your magic. Therefore, you grew up as a muggle, learning to conform." Percy explained, Hermione's frown deepening further every word he spoke. She certainly had an attitude.

"And may I ask what your kind is, Weasley?" Hermione quipped, folding her arms across her chest. He raised an eyebrow at her defiance; she was definitely going to be difficult.

"I grew up being tutored by my uncles, learning how to use my magic since I was a tot. Do not become offended because I'm simply pointing out the obvious." Percy replied.

Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes. She walked away before saying anything else, off to speak with Professor Flitwick. He liked her from day one when they were learning the levitating spell. Hermione was one of the few who managed to get their feather almost to the ceiling.

She knocked on the Charms classroom door, hearing a faint "come in" and pushed it open. To her surprise, Harry was also there, along with Professor McGonagall. Hermione figured once Headmaster spoke to her, she was off the hook. She smiled nervously and sat at the empty chair placed next to Harry.

"Hello, Miss Granger, how are you doing this morning?" Professor Flitwick smiled, genuinely. Hermione felt a bit at ease, seeing he was relaxed. They were probably doing their part in checking that there were no qualms between the two.

"I'm okay, but Mr Weasley was a bit of a…" Hermione paused as the adults both looked at her curiously for her next chosen words. "He was okay."

"I asked him to retrieve you before breakfast so we can get this done before the rest of the day."

"Of course, Professor, I would like nothing more." Hermione crossed her leg over the other, trying to look as professional as her twelve-year-old self allowed.

"Now, the spells you used were not particularly harmful, but in the way you used them, it raised an alarm that you were studying spells on your own. Professor Snape has reason to believe you've had outside practice."

"I don't know what happened during the duel. I wasn't really thinking so much as just doing."

"Yes, we heard." McGonagall looked at Hermione sternly, "you duelled as if you were a pro. That's hard to believe for a first year, let alone a Muggle-born who had little idea about magic at hers and I's first meeting."

"I learned spells since I've gotten here, I like reading," Hermione replied calmly. Both Professors continued on to remind her of the harms of combining magical spells.

Harry stayed silent, hoping she doesn't end up cracking and telling on the whole lot of them. All their parents would receive letters, and his mother threatened more than once that he wasn't allowed to step a toe out of line. Not to mention, she would bring down so many of them.

"I apologize for my actions. I will watch what I do from this point on." Hermione tried to be sweet and genuine.

"There is nothing you would like to say, Mr Potter?"

Harry's eyes widened, "No, Professor McGonagall. I'm okay. Just a sore shoulder."

The professors both looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat, "I am sorry to do this, but because of your harming of Mr Potter, you will be given detention for three days and five points taken from Ravenclaw. Professor Snape has agreed for you to help clean the potions equipment. I hope not to have you in trouble again, Miss Granger. Your parents will be receiving an owl about this incident. You may both leave."

They stood up out of their chairs, Hermione biting her tongue from arguing that Harry should be receiving something as well, but she had no grounds to speak on other than he agitated her so much. Her anger was boiling as they left to go to breakfast. Once out of the classroom, Harry stopped and turned towards her.

"Thanks for not telling," he tried smiling genuinely but was fearing Hermione's wrath. She was just as bad as Gaunt, physical harm was their favourite form of lashing out.

"Whatever," Hermione walked passed Harry, knocking into his hurt shoulder. He winced in pain and waited till her footsteps were a good way out before following in the same direction.

They both entered the Great Hall, lots of eyes landed on them. Breakfast was nearly over, and Hermione knew everyone was probably wondering where Boy Wonder was. Surely it was surprising to catch him walking in with his attacker.

Attacker. Hermione couldn't believe that she was being judged for hurting Harry versus being praised for knowing some magic. Percy Weasley's words of talking down on muggles repeated in her mind. She now felt the need to show every person there that a Muggle-born can kick their arse in literally everything.

Elliot scooted over as Hermione sat on the bench beside him, giving everyone a stern look. He wondered what she had to do for her punishment. His father already told him it wasn't wise to continue being around the troubling girl. Of course, that just made him want her as a friend even more.

"Where were you?" he asked.

"Professor Flitwick's classroom getting detention for my attack," Hermione bit out. The other students around her were listening in, and the whispers started as she finished her response.

"Well, you did dislocate his shoulder, can't say I didn't see it coming," Elliot shrugged, unbothered by her death glare. "Come off it, you knew what those spells did."

"I didn't do it on purpose!" she hissed.

"No, but you were taught to duel with a purpose. I heard you looked amazingly scary." Elliot chuckled. Hermione rolled her eyes and started to quickly eat.

"I wish I could have seen Harry flying up in the air," Elliot continued. Hermione tried to hide the smirk playing at the corner of her mouth, swallowing the food. She leaned over to him, and Elliot started to laugh as she whispered how glorious it was.

"I knew you enjoyed it a little." Elliot pushed his plate to the middle as Hermione chugged a glass of apple juice. She also pushed her plate and cup towards the centre for clean up. They stood and started their way to Transfiguration.

Tom sat at the table Hermione usually chose, deciding to approach her immediately. Potter was hurt with something he taught everyone. No one has come to get any of the Slytherin students, which means Hermione wasn't letting slip of where she learned it from. She was good, and he needed to make sure she will continue her secret keeping.

Elliot and Hermione entered the class, Pansy immediately linked arms with her, smiling too widely for Hermione's liking. Theo walked over to Elliot putting his arms around his shoulders, the two boys did get along before, Elliot had no choice but to go. He kept his eyes on Hermione, they separated them on purpose. There was really no need to worry, but Hermione's temper is touchy, it would do no good to upset her in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Here you go, Tommy, one mudblood delivered," Pansy smirked and unlinked her arm before Hermione could do anything. She liked toying with Granger's temper.

"You pureblooded idiot, get away from me," Hermione snapped, reaching for her wand but stopped herself. She was already in trouble.

"Can't do much here, can you, Granger?" Pansy sat behind them, batting her eyes sweetly. Hermione was debating a physical approach, a slap across Parkinson's face would suffice, but knew that would cause her parents to get another note. She can't act as she did in muggle school. Tom wasn't in her favour of defending her since they're at odds.

Hermione was about to walk to the back at an available desk when Tom grabbed her wrist. She looked down at their contact and at him, frowning.

"Just sit down. It's one lesson," Tom quipped. She snatched her wrist away and pulled the chair out, putting her bag down roughly. Her arms crossed across her chest, she avoided eye contact.

"You are keeping lots of secrets," Tom said softly, looking forward.

"You locked my memories, that makes us even."

"My parents did it for your protection."

Hermione wanted to turn towards him, outraged with the fact that the Gaunts thought by protecting her, they returned her to a state of confusion, leaving her to dealing with her magic alone.

"I don't need protecting," Hermione replied lower as Professor McGonagall walked in, already giving instructions for their lesson. Tom pursed his lips, unable to respond with the strict professor in front of them. They stayed silent, both trying to get through this one lesson without saying anything else.

"Tom should just tell Hermione he misses her. It's so annoying." Theo complained as they looked on from the back, the pair ignoring each other even when the assignment started.

"He misses her?"

Theo smirked at Elliot's tone, "he does. You know they are going to end up talking again. Mr and Mrs Know it All won't be able to stay away for long. Remember the last time they didn't speak over a duel?"

Elliot did remember. It was the third family function Hermione was brought along, and the two split up the group of children to take sides. Elliot was beside Hermione until she eventually went back to the purebloods. Harry called her crazy for trying to keep up with blood purists as his father called them.

"You can't get between them, Elli," Theo ruffled his hair and laughed when Elliot rolled his eyes at him.

Hermione stared at the back of the head of the man lying next to her. She was panicking, the room, the man, everything was unfamiliar. She wasn't hungover, so there were no previous night activities to try and recall.

The person stirred and turned on their side, facing towards Hermione. She squeaked and slid back to the edge of the bed, out of reach of the arms landing where she laid. The face wasn't familiar; handsome but not ringing any bells. Who was it?

She slowly folded the blanket off her, realizing she was wearing just an oversized t-shirt. Her heart raced as there were no discarded clothes on her side of the bed. Hermione tiptoed to the restroom to check there.

Once there and still no sign of clothes, she had to take a couple of deep breaths. There was nothing in her mind, no matter how hard she tried to force herself to remember. She needed her purse, the notebook will remind her where she last left off. But where is her purse? Where was her wand?

She stuck out her hand outside the door of the restroom, repeating 'Accio wand!' over and over until it hit her palm and her fingers quickly closed around it. At least she still had that skill. Now to walk out and find a pair of pants, maybe the stranger had a pair to spare.

It took a minute to slowly walk to the dresser and very, very slowly pull the first drawer open. To her relief, there were women's clothes in there. But very quickly, she became appalled. How dare she come home with a married man! She started searching for a pair of pants when she finally felt it.

There on her left hand was a huge rock. Hermione stared at it, thinking she was maybe married to Ronald again. Something must have changed in her past. And she was here cheating on him.

A groan escaped her lips, her hand covered her mouth quickly as she turned to make sure the person was still asleep. The man hadn't stirred, which helped her heart slow a bit. A cry caught in her throat as she started to berate herself for ruining her marriage again. What is the matter with her?

"Hermione?"

She jumped and turned around with her wand drawn. The man raised his eyebrow at her, confused.

"What are you doing?"

Hermoine gulped, unsure of what to say.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know who you are or what we did, but I'm leaving." Hermione decided to just walk out with no pants, her dignity was long gone now that her one night stand was awake to see her leave.

"You're joking, right?" he chuckled, getting out of the bed and walked towards her. Hermione felt her heartbeat pick back up, she had the spell ready.

"Are you trying to roleplay so early in the morning?" he smirked, approaching the tip of her wand, letting it hit his chest. Hermione was trying to force the rush of memories, deducting that this fling or whatever was an ongoing situation. Ronald was going to be furious.

He was finally noticing her seriousness, frowning at the real fear in her eyes. He took a step back, reminding himself that he would have to wait for his wife to return to him. Her amnesia was all over the place.

"Do you remember me?" he asked softly, getting his immediate response when her eyes widened even more in alarm at his question. He walked over and grabbed a pair of her sweats and handed them to her. He proceeded to dress and was prepared for her to leave to her comfort.

"My name is Elliot," he tried to trigger her memory before she left. She shook her head and quickly dressed without letting her eyes off of him.

"Where is Ronald?" Hermione asked, and Elliot sighed. She was far gone. He pulled out his cellphone and texted Weasley that Hermione was in another episode.

"He should be home," Elliot replied as she started to exit the room.

"Where is my purse?" Hermione demanded as she looked frantically around the living room.

"Right here, Hermione," Elliot grabbed it and handed it to her. She took it and left. Ron texted back that he was home. Hopefully, she will return soon. He went to get ready for work, adding this to the many reasons he was studying mental health. He wanted his wife to just continue to remember him, hopefully, with the potions they were testing, she will soon.

Ron sat at his kitchen table, Daphne had their daughter on her hip, kissing him before leaving for her sisters. It was very routine that Granger for some reason, remembered him and Harry Potter the most in her amnesia. They weren't very well friends at Hogwarts, but Elliot begged for them to help whenever she had an episode. Hermione took three hours the most to remember everything again. It just took a little bit of his time or Harry's to help her return to her husband and family.