Hermione's POV

"Found anything?" Harry asked from the doorway to Ginny's room where I would also be staying for the next few days. I was bent over a rather thick book which had all the complicated spells in it. I had been sitting there for over two hours and had not found any spell that was remotely similar to the Lethus Curse.

"Nothing," I replied with a groan. "There is no curse that is similar to the one they told us about in this book. We've looked in all those books too." I pointed to the stack of books that lay on the floor. Ginny and I had taken turns riffling through the books. Each of us would spend two hours going through the book and then the other would take over.

"But how can that be possible?" asked Ginny, getting up from her bed and making her way over to the desk. I got up with a sigh and let her take over. My two hours were over and now it was her turn.

To me, somehow the word Lethus sounded familiar. It was almost like I had read it or something similar to it in a book, but I couldn't recall which one. My parents would be coming over tomorrow and then the next day would be Christmas. A christmas without Ron just did not seem right.

After two more hours, Ginny had managed to look through every book that was in the huge stack next to her desk. I had found the books from a cupboard at Grimauld Place a long time ago and had kept them with me. The pile also included some books on ancient spells that I had bought from Flourish and Blotts, and some of the thick books were Mr Weasely's.

"Well, I guess that's all of them," Ginny groaned as she sat down on the bed where Harry was already sitting propped up on the pillows. A closer look told us that he had fallen asleep. I wasn't blaming him. He had sat there for so long, just watching as Ginny turned page upon page and I paced back and forth behind her.

"Yeah, the only thing we can do now is hope that we find something in the library at Hogwarts," I sighed.

"Yeah," Ginny replied, stifling a yawn. "I'm sure we'll find something. If we don't, maybe we can ask someone."

"Like McGonagall or Flitwick." I said.

"Or Nims," Ginny joked.

"Oh, please," I laughed. "I'd be surprised if he even knew how to cast a simple healing spell."

Ginny chuckled and asked, "So, are your parents coming over tomorrow then?"

"Yeah," I told her sadly. Inside, I was hoping that they wouldn't have to hear insults from Vanessa, Abby and Ron. That would completely ruin everything.

"I can't wait to meet them again. Your mum seems really nice."

I smiled widely at her. "She is."

"Well, I'm going to go to sleep now," Ginny replied with a mischievous grin as she dashed towards the other bed that was facing the window. I stared at her incredulously.

"What about me? Harry's on this bed!"

"That's your problem," grinned Ginny, and she was out like a light within seconds. I groaned. Way to be hospitable to a guest, you guys, I silently thought.

I stood there for a minute and even considered letting Harry sleep in the bed. But then an idea struck me, and I pulled out my wand, smiling to myself. Walking over so I was directly above Harry and my wand was pointing at his face, I whispered, "Agumenti," and a jet of cool water rushed out, splashing onto his face.

"Aaaaaarrrgghhh," he yelled, sitting bolt upright, and started to pant. "Next time.... An alarm clock would be.....nice."

"You had it coming," I told him. "Now get off the bed."

"Why?" he inquired. "I like it here,"

"Of course you do," I rolled my eyes and jerked my thumb in Ginny's direction. He stuck his tongue out. It was such a simple and innocent gesture, yet Harry had never been this way. Maybe Voldemort's demise had let him live his life like a normal person his age.

"Did you guys find a reference then?" he asked.

"No, the only place that can actually help us is the Hogwarts Library," I told him.

"We'll have to wait two more days then," said Harry, getting out of the bed.

"Yeah," I replied. "At least we know what the spell is though."

"Yeah. Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Mione."

"Night, Harry."

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We were seated at the scrubbed wooden table for breakfast and Vanessa, Abby and Ron wore identical scowls on their faces. No one was talking except Harry who was attempting a half-hearted conversation with Mr Wesley. Mrs Weasley was sitting next to Ginny and was eying Ron. Maybe she had noticed his change of character too. Everyone had decided not to tell her or Mr Weasley about Ron's condition. We did not want them getting worried. However, we had decided that if things got out of hand, we would tell Professor McGonagall once we for back to Hogwarts.

"So Harry," Mr Weasley was saying, "I'm going to try one of those muggle driving tests this year. Are there any tips you could give me?" I had to suppress a smile at that. Out of all the Weaselys, Mr Weasley was the most interesting person. Up until recently, his life's ambition had been to find out how aeroplanes managed to stay up in the air without magic.

"Well," Harry began. "I don't remember if Dudley ever took it and I don't really recall reading any books on driving, Mr Weasley, but you can get one of those books and they might help." Then there was silence.

After a while, Mrs Weasley asked, "So how is the new school year going? How's the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher?" I saw that I was expected to answer this question.

"It's going good. Though I don't remember any major details about the teacher. He teaches okay, I guess." I said. Again, silence fell around the table.

"Did you see the memorial for the people who died?" It was George who had asked the question and it was directed at Ron who shrugged.

"I don't remember seeing it." Of course you don't, Ron, I thought quietly to myself.

Any one could tell that the keywords in our conversation so far were, 'I don't remember.'

"Ginny, do you remember where we put the old spell-books when we cleaned up?"asked Mrs Weasley after a very quiet five minutes.

"Mum, we cleaned up the stores three years ago! I can't even remember anything from three months ago unless you remind me." Ginny pointed out. I knew where those books were of course: up in Ginny's room, tucked under her bed. We had gotten them there last night and had been going through them.

"Blimey, you lot," exclaimed Mr Weasley. "Judging by the number of things you don't remember, anyone would think you took a dip in the Lethe!"

Lethe? My mouth dropped open in shock and I clamped it shut quickly. Harry choked on his toast and Ginny's eyebrows shot up.

It had been so obvious! The name was right there! Why hadn't I seen it before? But I had thought that it was only a legend. Apparently so did Mr and Mrs Weasley as they had resumed their own conversation.

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"Why didn't I see it before? The answer was right there! It was so obvious!"

We were sitting in the Weasely's' back garden, and my parents were supposed to be here in a couple of hours. They were using a Portkey that Mr Weasley had arranged for them.

"Hermione," groaned Harry.

"Calm down," added Ginny.

"You've been saying the same thing for five whole minutes so could you please just tell us what is that obvious?" Harry asked.

"Does this have anything to do with the Lethus curse?" Ginny put in.

"Yes!" I said excitedly. "I thought it was a myth, but don't you guys see? Mr Weasley said that from the way no one seemed to remember anything, a dip in the Lethe could be the answer. Only he didn't know that the Lethe is real. It's got to be!"

"Hermione?" Harry asked, tentatively. "Explain. Slowly."

I sighed."Honestly, don't you two read?"

They both shook their heads in unison.

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A/N

There was a Percy Jackson reference in there. Tell me if you spotted it and i'll dedicate the next chapter to you.

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