You're Older Now

“I don’t know how to do this,” he says, his breath coming out in harsh gasps.

The only time Hermione remembers him being so harried was when she’d first woken up with no recollection of even her own name. She distinctly remembers his blood-shot gaze, the trembling of his limbs, when he asked her if she had remembered him.

She takes the few steps needed to reach him and covers his hands with her own, resisting the urge to cup his face because it would be a breach of professional conduct between patient and healer.

“I finally perfected the spell to reverse the memory curse." His voice is hopeful and raw, but also broken and fearful.

Or: I remember you.