I do not own Harry Potter or Amnesia: The Dark Descent, I just came up with this idea.

Rated M for horror and swears.

Ch. 1, The Weasel and The Book

It had been only two years after the war. The tabloids still went crazy as soon as the Golden Trio or anyone else associated with the war heroes walked down the street. People stopped the friends in the street asking for autographs and pictures. The pubic went wild when Ron had proposed to Hermione a year after the war. Everything seemed to be finally going right for the three Gryffindor so it came as a shock when the newest head graced the Daily Profit.

HOGWARTS WAR SWEETHEARTS SPLIT!

A sit down talk with Ron Weasley to explain the tragic falling out with now ex –fiancé, Hermione Granger.

By Rita Sceeter.

No one was as surprised as I when Ronald, best known as Ron, Weasley came bursting in to my cream and tan front hall last night. He was obviously upset almost spilling what happened as soon as he saw me. I ushered him into my drawing room, accoing some gray tea and cookies, Ron began to tell me what exactly happen.

"It started as a great night, Hermi-Granger," He said with distain. I felt such sadness when Ron could not even say his late girlfriends name. Large tears sparkled in his baby blue eyes but like the war harden man he is, didn't let one tear leak. He took a breath then continued. "We were going to one of our favorite restaurants, The Boiling Caldron, I was hoping we could talk more about the date for our wedding.

But every time I tried to approach the subject she would brush it off or go to the restroom. How many times can a girl go to the restroom? I even asked her that and know what her answer was?" Being the excellent reporter that I am I nodded yes and poured him other cup of tea. He gulped it down in two swallows. "She told me that it's her bladder and she can pee when ever she wants to. All I wanted to do was move the wedding date closer and she freaked out, told me that we 'needed to talk'; every bloke knows what that means.

So she started to go off about how I'm never with her, which is not true. We spend everyday with each other. She was complaining and going off about how many times I have to stay out late but it's not my fault, I have to be there for my work. So we are auguring and I do have to remit I unknowingly shot a jinks at her. You would not believe what she did. My girlfriend attacked me! She flipendo me a crossed the room! Then she huffed over to me and screamed in my face about how I hold her back and that she is afraid to be herself around me because I have anger management issues. I told her in a calm voice that I don't have anger management and that I would support her in everything she wanted to do. She said I couldn't and I said I could. She raised her wand not at me but at herself.

At first I was scared cause I thought she was going to hurt herself, she never was that stable, but she took of a glamour charm that I didn't know she was wearing. Rita, it was awful! She had cut her hair short, not shoulder short but boy short! It was as short as Harrys' in the fifth year! Then she told me it was over and stormed off."

I was shocked. Who knew that our Hermione Granger would turn out to be nothing more that a wazzack and an over bearing girl? Ron informed me that he had to leave but would come back when he had further news.

Xxxxxxx

Harry flooed to number 12 Grimmal Place; the daily profit clutched tightly in his fist. His feet didn't get to touch the moth-chewed rug when he got an arm full of crying Hermione. She sobbed on his shoulder thoroughly soaking though his shirt.

"H-how coul-d he do th-that to me!" Hermione's wail was muffled by Harry's broad shoulder. Harry held her small waist as she shuddered in his arms. He rubbed up and down her back, trying to comfort her. When Harry went into work that day he was not expecting to find his best friends on the cover of the Daily Profit. True, they could be spotted on the cover every once and a while, both smiling and holding hands. This time it was an angry Ron running out of the frame from a very shorthaired Hermione. Harry didn't even read the article; he blindly grabbed some floo powder and shouted his house's names before being in gulfed by the green flames, then into Hermiones arms. He was glad that he went strait home; he could deal with his boss later. Right now she needed his attention more then the paper work on his desk.

"Shhh, everything is going to be ok Mione." Harry said, brushing his lips on her temple.

"He l-lied. Every bloody word in that p-paper is false!" After what felt like and eternity, she push back and stared into Harry's eyes. Tear tracks covered her cheeks and her hazel eyes were puffy from crying. Harry was relived that she was calming down he really was rubbish at making someone feel better.

"I'm not going back with that git." Hermione said to Harry, determination radiated off her

"Why is that?" Her eyes widen comically, then narrowed.

"You didn't read the article did you?" Harry felt his cheeks heat up.

"Well I read the headline." He said with a small smile. She gave him a watery one in return. "Care to tell me what happened?" She nodded, her face paling slightly.

"Yes but first read the paper. I want you to hear both sides of this nightmare." She said with a hint of venom in her voice. Harry nodded. He clasped her small hand in his larger one and led her to the kitchen for some much needed coffee and scones. He unfolded the newspaper and read as the coffee machine worked it's magic on the roasted beans. Harry's lines turn down in a frown with each line he read, by the end of it he wanted to find Ron and kick the bloody wanker were the sun don't shine.

"How dare he!" Harry exclaimed, throwing the paper into the fireplace. "What utter bullshit! He was the one always putting the wedding off and what's with the 'I have to be there for my work'? He works in the Quidditch department! The only time he has to stay late is when an event is being set up and Quidditch ended a month ago! Plus you would never attack him!"

Hermione sighed, her cheek rested in her hand as the other crumbled her half eaten scone.

"But I did Harry. I did attack Ron but that's because I found out the he…he." She took a deep breath. Her bottom lip trembled and Harry placed a warm hand on hers. "Oh Harry! He was sleeping with Lavender Brown!"

Everything in Harry went cold. Red painted his vision. Harry took a calming breath, letting it out slowly.

"How did you find out?" Harry gritted out. Hermione's face turned a deep red, in an embarrassment or in rage Harry didn't know.

"She sent me pictures that they took during their time together. I think she wanted to gloat that she had what I have-had." Hermione sat back, brushing the crumbs off her fingers. She bit her lip, strait white teeth worrying the spot. "Do you think I could bunk here for a while?"

"Of course you can! Mione, you're my best friends, no, my sister; you can stay here as long as you need." Tears gathered in her eyes but she held them back but didn't hold back other bear hug.

"Thank you Harry! I don't think I could go back to my flat and I don't want to go to my parents right now. I wont survive telling what happened again today." Harry smiled. The Grangers were lovely people. Jean Granger was mothering and at times over baring but she always was warm and welcoming. Darren Granger was just as warm and kind but he could scare the tar out of anyone who hurt his little girl. He was the toughest Dentist Harry ever knew. After the war Harry and Hermione had tracked down her parents in Australia to restore their memories. When Hermione had told them why she had erased their memories Darren had decked Harry. He didn't like the idea that his daughter had been living on the run with two guys or the fact that she was in mortal danger.

"But you are going to tell them right? You subscribed them to the Daily Profit." She groaned.

"Shit. I forgot I did that."

"You can borrow my floo anytime and fire call them. Just let your dad know I'm not going to taint is little darning." Harry teased, ruffling her short locks. She stuck her tongue out and blew him a raspberry. "I'll set up the guest room for you then I have to head back to work. Mione?"

"Yes?"

"I ordered a new muggle book and it will be in today, could you a doll and let the owl in, I was going to do it on my lunch hour but I think I just used it to come here." She nodded.

"Thanks." Harry bent his head and brushed a kiss on her forehead before heading up the stairs to set up her room.

Xxxxx

Harry had left Grimmalds Place two hours ago and for the first time, a book could not keep Hermione's attention. With a huff she set down the canary yellow cover of "Simple Spells for the Simple Minded" by Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, a joke book that George Weasley had made. It was full of party tricks; it even had the Sunshine spell the taught Ron in the first year. It truly did work if you had a real rat, of coarse. Hermione sighed again, fiddling with her engagement ring. She could feel tears welling up but forced them down. Ron didn't deserver her tears. She had waited for him for years. She had hoped all through out their time at Hogwarts that he would notice her. She used all different potions and makeup products, trying to make herself more appealing. Finally, after almost getting killed for the hundredth time, he kissed her. He even told her he loved her for as long as she loved him. The red head promised her a house and family. A life that was happy and carefree. What did she get instead? A lying, cheating, weasel fiancé who would rather get it in with the biggest slut on earth then have a life with her.

A tap on the window shook Hermione out of her thoughts. She padded to the window. Hermione pushed the pane open to allow a dark, spotted owl to fly in. In its talons was Harry's book. The owl placed it on the side table and waited to be paid. Hermione paced a few sickles in the leather pouch attached to the birds' skinny leg. It flew out the window when the coins hit the bottom of the bag. Left alone again Hermione made her way to the book, curious about its contents. The book was small and red. The binding looked like it was going to fall apart at the slightest touch. Paling gold lettering spelling out the words "Wonders of the mind", there was no author. She reach out and touched the cover. A bright, blue light jumped off the cover. Shit! Hermione couldn't believe it. The book was a portkey.