Memories

Chapter One: Waking Up

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Summary: Rose Weasley wakes up one day expecting to be in Gryffindor tower, but finds herself in a strange bed in a strange apartment next to someone who she'd never expected. She runs, then discovers that five years of her life are missing. Can she get them back, or is she going to have to start her post-school life all over again?

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Flying. She was flying.

Shooting past the stars, she tilted back her her head and laughed. They twinkled in the sky, smiling at her.

They whispered her name lovingly. "Rose… Rose…"

She suddenly collided with an invisible barrier.

Falling. She was falling.

"Rose… Rose…"

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She was thrashing around wildly in the bed.

"Rose?"

Her eyes shot open and she sat up. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

This isn't Gryffindor tower. She gripped the black silk sheet underneath her. This isn't mine. Where am I?

"Rose, are you alright?"

She felt a soft hand on her lower arm and looked to her left, shocked at the face she saw staring back at her. She let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding and jumped out of the bed. Turning on the spot, she Apparated to her house, hoping that maybe her brother Hugo could explain it to her. Had she had too much firewhisky the night before? How had she ended up there?

"Rosie?"

Her dad stepped into the foyer, where she was standing with her arms crossed, shaking slightly.

"Rose, what's wrong?" he pulled her into a hug and wiped away the tears that were streaming down her face. She hadn't even realized she was crying.

"Daddy," her voice was hoarse as she collapsed into his arms, not even bothering to hold back her emotions, "Daddy, I think I did a bad thing."

He guided her into the family room and sat her down on the couch, calling for his wife. "Hermione, honey come quick. It's Rosie."

She dashed down the stairs, following the sounds of Rose's sobs, with Hugo on her heels. "Honey, what's wrong? What happened?"

She sat on Rose's other side while Hugo opted for sitting on the floor in front of his older sister.

"I- I don't know," she admitted.

There was a loud crack from the foyer. "Rose," the man called, "Rosie, are you here?"

He found her on the couch, surrounded by family members. "What's wrong? Why did you leave?"

She turned her head into her father's shoulder and continued to weep. Hugo got up angrily and gasped his forearm firmly, pulling him away from his sister and into the secluded kitchen. "What's going on, Malfoy? What did you do to her?"

Scorpius was getting more furious by the second. "I don't know what's going on, and I didn't do anything to her. I woke up because she was thrashing about like mad and she kicked me, and then she just sat up, stared at me, started crying, and left."

Hugo's face was still screwed up in anger but he loosened his grip on Scorpius' arm. "What is it? Is she alright?" Scorpius' worry overtook his flash of anger at being pulled away.

Hugo sighed. "I don't know, she only just got here. All she said was that she thinks she did a bad thing."

In the other room, Ron held his daughter close while Hermione looked terrified. "Rosie, you have to tell us something," she begged, "We can't help you if you don't tell us what happened."

Rose took a few deep breaths to calm herself before speaking. "I don't know what happened, really. I was having a dream and then it turned into a nightmare. And then I woke up and I didn't know where I was, and I looked around and I was next to him," she spat out the word as if she couldn't have thought of a more disgusting human being to be talking about, "So I left, and I came here. I don't know what happened, I think maybe I might have had too much to drink last night and he somehow tricked me into going to his place. I think we- I think we had sex. Daddy, I'm so sorry," she buried her head into his shirt again.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other over their daughter's head. Hermione took Rose's hand. "Come on honey, let's go get you showered and changed, and we can talk about this when you're a little calmer."

Rose just nodded and allowed her mother to lead her up the stairs to the bathroom.

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"Well?" Scorpius asked the second Ron came into the kitchen.

The eldest man's eyes grew cold, then softened at the look of pure worry on the young blond's face. "I think you should leave," he said softly.

"What?" Scorpius' face drooped into disbelief.

"For now," Ron clarified, "It seems that she doesn't remember anything. She thinks you got her drunk and tricked her into sleeping with you."

Hugo watched the conversation from atop the counter by the sink. "That's what she thinks happened?" he asked, glancing at Scorpius, who continued to stare at Ron.

"How can she think that? Doesn't she know I love her?" Scorpius' silver-grey eyes filled to the brim with tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.

Ron shook his head. "She hasn't even realized she's wearing an engagement ring."

Scorpius sunk to the floor. "Come on mate, I'll take you home. You probably shouldn't be here when she comes down," Hugo jumped off the counter and took Scorpius by the forearm again. Scorpius was almost catatonic. He allowed Hugo to apparate him back to his flat where they sat for hours, neither saying a word.

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Rose relaxed in the shower, allowing the warm water to soothe her. When she felt calm enough, she put on the clothes that Hermione had set out for her, leaving the pajamas she had been wearing previously in a pile on the floor. She drifted down the stairs in a dreamlike state and into the family room, where she found her parents with their heads together, whispering worriedly. She sat in one of the overstuffed chairs and waiting for one of them to speak to her.

"Rosie," her mother broke the ice, "Darling, this is going to be quite a shock for you, but we need you to stay calm. Can you do that?" Rose felt her head nod. "It seems that you've somehow lost your memory. You see- oh, how do I say this, Ron?" she turned to her husband.

Her father's voice took on a serious tone that Rose had rarely heard him use before. "Rose, what do you remember doing yesterday?"

She thought for a moment. "Well, I remember going to Charms, and then to the library to study for N.E.W.T.s, and then I had Quidditch practice until dinner."

Ron glanced at his wife, then sighed. "Rosie, honey. That wasn't yesterday. You're not at Hogwarts anymore. You're 22 years old," Rose's eyes widened, "You're in the Healing program at St. Mungo's, and you're engaged."

"I'm what?" Rose didn't believe what her father was saying. How could they play such a sick joke on me?

Hermione spoke up, "You're engaged, honey. To him. To Scorpius."

Rose felt the whole world slide away from her as her mind plunged into darkness.

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She awoke in another strange bed, although this time with bright lights glaring down at her. Her eyes darted from side to side. The walls were a pale blue color with no decoration at all and the pure white ceiling seemed to reflect even more light into her sensitive eyes. She recognized it as a room in the General Care ward at St. Mungo's. "Oh, you're awake dear," Rose blinked, "Give me just a moment, I'll go fetch your parents."

Rose sat up to see a short, overweight witch hurry from the room. A few moments later, her parents came in. "Is it true?" Rose asked, remembering what her parents had told her.

"Yes dear," her mother nodded, confirming the conversation they'd had, "You fainted when we told you, and we thought it best to bring you straight here."

"Why don't you lie back down Rosie," her father suggested, "You've had a bit of a shock."

She did as she was told as a Healer came into the room. "Hello there Rose, I'm Healer Cross. How are you feeling?"

A tall, dark man with kind eyes was standing over her on the opposite side of Ron and Hermione. "I think I'm alright," she said quietly, "What's happened to me?"

"We're not quite certain," Healer Cross admitted, "You have a bad case of amnesia, one of the worst we've seen, and we have no indication of what might've caused it. From what your parents said, you don't remember anything from the past five years or so."

"Is there anything you can do to help me?" she thought back to the worried look on Scorpius' disgusting face when she jumped out of his bed and apparated to her house.

He sighed. "I'm afraid not. Like I said, it's one of the worst cases of amnesia we've seen, and we don't have a magical antidote for you to get your memory back. We're going to try something we haven't done before, a muggle remedy. Would you be willing to give it a try?"

Rose considered it, then nodded. She really did want to remember everything. No one likes feeling as though they've lost control of their lives, and being told that five years of it was missing from her mind confused and terrified her.

"Are you sure?" Ron asked. She nodded again.

"Alright, we're going to keep you here for another day to observe your condition, then you can go home to your parents. They, and others close to you, are going to take you to places that have held significance to you in the past five years. Sometimes, they will just take you there, but others, they will recreate events for you. We're going to set you up with a counselor whom you will see every Monday at five thirty. Do you understand?" Healer Cross looked her straight in the eyes.

"Yes."

"Good, now I'm afraid you're going to have to leave, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. She needs to rest for now. It's going to take a lot of energy for her to try to remember five years of her life."

Her parents said their goodbyes and left with Healer Cross. Silence filled the room, and she tried not to think about it as she let herself drift off into another fitfull sleep.

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So that's it for chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed it. Please give me some kind of feedback so I know if I should continue or not, and if you enjoyed it, please recommend it to your friends and fellow writers.

Love,

Shelby