**Here's the next installment! Sorry it's taking so long, I'm really busy, it being the end of the school year and all. I'm very sorry, but I should be updating more often once the school year is over! Anyways, I hope y'all like it! Please don't forget to send me your opinions/criticism. **

For the first time in a while, Hermione proved that she really was the brightest witch of her age. Within thirty minutes, she'd found the spell and other things she needed to cure Ron. Only there was a problem... Wiping minds was a tricky business that didn't always work. All of his memories of her had been taken, and without some sort of memory of her, there would be no way to bring them back. But memories can't really be taken. Only blocked enough so that the person doesn't realize that it's a memory. She had get him to remember just one memory of her, and then the spell would work and he would remember everything. But there was no sure way to make him remember that first memory. Every person was different. Some remembered easily, some were more difficult, some never remembered at all. She only hoped that he wouldn't be in the latter...

And then there was the problem of even getting near him. She couldn't just show up at his door, that would never work. The only way to get to him was to befriend him again. And to do that, she needed someone who knew him better than anyone. Harry.

For the past few years, Harry had been completing his Auror training. He'd only been allowed to visit home for one week once a year and could only send and recieve two letters a week. He had just finished his final year of training and was officially an Auror, but he had no current assignment. So he was staying at Grimmauld Place, as he usually did when he wasn't training. She walked up the steps, knocked on the dorr, and braced herself for any anger he might have, since she'd completely written him off for the past few years. He opened the door and stared. His glasses were ascew as always and his hair was even messier than usual. He'd grown a lot over the past few years and stood nearly a foot above her. He looked older, especially his eyes. They were still the same bright green, only they had an almost sad look to them. She smiled at him, hoping he wasn't too angry. He looked at her for a few more seconds before beaming at her and pulling her into a tight hug. She hugged him back, finally realizing just how much she had truly missed him.

"Hermione, where have you been? We've been worried sick about you. Have you heard from Ron? No one's heard from either of you in so long."

"I know, and I'm sorry. It's sort of a long story.."

"Well," he said as he ushered her into his house, "you'd better get talking, then." The next few hours were spent in Harry's room with Hermione telling Harry (almost) everything that had happened the past few years while he'd been away. Through the whole story, Harry just sat there listening. She told him everything up to the part where Ron barged into Michael's house without crying, but that's when she lost it.

"He- he came in to save me. But instead," she said between sobs, "Michael and his friends got to him first." Harry gasped and took her hand in his, wanting to comfort the girl he'd always considered his sister. She half-cried, half-laughed before continuing. "But they didn't kill him, oh no. That would've been far too easy, and not enough punishment for me." She hiccupped. "No, instead they wiped his memory of me. Every memory, every thought, every moment that he had involved with me, gone. He looked me in the eye and had absolutely no idea who I was." Her voice dripped with disgust. She looked up at Harry with sad eyes.

"Harry, I need your help. I know how to restore his memory, but I need him to have the faintest idea who I am first. Do you think you could help me get him to remember?"

"Hermione, I know that you need to help him. And I promise you, I'll help. But you've been through so much over the past few years. I think that before I help you with him, you need to find help for yourself. These problems aren't just going to go away, 'Mione. And you're not going to be able to focus on helping Ron if you're still caught up on your past with your parents and Michael."

"So, what are you saying?" Harry sighed.

"You're not mentally here right now, Hermione. You need someone to help you get back on your feet. I'll re-introduce you and Ron so that he can get to know you again, but I cannot allow you to try to fix his memory until your mind is working as it use to." He picked up a card off of his counter and handed it to her. "This is the number of the therapist I went to for a while after the war. Call him. Schedule a few appointments. You can stay here with me." She took the card from his hand and hugged him again. It was late and she'd had a long day. After saying goodnight to Harry, she climbed the stairs to his spare bedroom and fell asleep.