This love is only a memory

That evening, when the attending physician came to inspect the results of the treatment, he brought a letter from the Ministry of Magic.

"Congratulations to Ms. Hermione Weasley for passing the highest level of Legilimency assessment..."

Hermione, Legilimency.

Harry felt his guts convulsing together, how could he have forgotten!Hermione is the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the chief magician of the Wizengamot. According to regulations, she must practice Legilimency for more accurate trial results.

only……

Does that mean...

Hermione back then...

Harry couldn't help thinking of the game that day again.

Hermione looked into his eyes, so focused, as if she wanted to see all his thoughts.

"Hermione..."

On the hospital bed, Hermione was in a peaceful dream.

Harry leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"I love you...have always loved you..."

It's just too late to discover and too early to lose.

Treatment continues.

In the crowded corridor, 11-year-old Ron looked like he was going crazy: "No wonder everyone can't stand her. To be honest, she is like a nightmare."

Twelve-year-old Hermione heard him and hurried away crying.

Poor Ron.

Always hurting Hermione.

Equally hateful was himself.

Will only ever hurt Hermione.

Locking the troll with Hermione, though he didn't mean to, but every time, every time, he seemed like he would do nothing but hurt Hermione.

Twelve-year-old Hermione crouched against the wall, looking like she might faint at any moment.

It was obviously his fault, but Hermione stepped up to bear——

"I came for the troll because I—I thought I could handle it alone—you know, because I've read about them and know them well."

Eleven-year-old him and eleven-year-old Ron became heroes.

Because 12-year-old Hermione took the blame for them.

He'd never told Hermione about his guilt.

"Sorry, Hermione."

"It's all right, Harry."

Hermione beside her smiled calmly, as if she had recovered her memory.

The wind blew away the confusion that was welling up in Harry's mind.

In the Quidditch field, the 11-year-old was suspended in mid-air, holding the broom handle with only one hand. Twelve-year-old Hermione struggled through the crowd, knocking down Professor Quirrell and setting fire to the underside of Snape's robes.

Hermione, who had always strictly followed the school rules and respected the professors, broke all the rules she believed in for him.

hermione...

Still the Quidditch field.

12-year-old Hermione whispered to 11-year-old Ron: "Remember, don't forget, it's 'legs stop dead'."

"I know." Eleven-year-old Ron said impatiently, "Stop nagging."

12-year-old Hermione crossed her fingers and prayed for 11-year-old him.

But the 11-year-old didn't know.

At 11 years old, all he could see was the tiny, shiny golden Snitch.

At the age of 11, he only had eyes for the Sorcerer's Stone, which he had never even seen.

"I may be able to contain Snape for a while, but I am by no means his opponent." The 11-year-old was reckless, and he didn't even get his opponent right.

Hermione, 12, put her arms around him, 11, in their first hug.

In the summer vacation that followed, during the summer vacation that was cut off from the magical world, it was that hug that gave him the strength to resist loneliness.

And at that time, Hermione, 12, was in the bedroom, writing a letter.

"Harry Potter?" Hermione's mother asked.

"My friend! My best friend!"

The most embarrassing memories follow the warmest ones.

The 12-year-old Hermione looked helplessly at the glaring blood on the white bed sheet——

"Mommy mommy!"

Horrified 12-year-old Hermione crawls into mum's arms: 'I'm bleeding, am I going to die?'

"Don't be afraid, child!" Hermione's mother hugged her tenderly: "It's a period, which means that our Hermione has grown up and is a big girl."

"But... it will hurt."

Harry looked distressed at the 12-year-old Hermione sitting at the table with her stomach clutched. She was writing letters to the 11-year-old him, although the 11-year-old never received or responded to them.

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