IMPORTANT INFO ABOUT STORY: This story begins during the battle of Hogwarts(Harry, Ron, and Hermione's 7th year of hogwarts). The beginning of the first chapter takes place in the chamber of secrets, when Ron and Hermione go down to collect the basilisk fangs to destroy the horcroxes with. (Ron and Hermione have just destroyed the horcroxe in the chamber of secrets) Fred DOES NOT die in this version. Also, my story doesn't really follow the 7th book for the most part. Ron and Hermione are in the chamber of secrets for the ending part of the battle. sorry if that is confusing. p.s. my spelling is horrid, and for that I am sorry. Im in search for a beta at the moment, if you have any advice about a beta, PLEASE PM ME.
Prologue
He studied the girl beside him. She never failed to amaze him, that was for certain. He looked at her ratted hair, soaked clothing, and scratched face feeling nothing but an indescribable amount of happiness. He gently pulled her closer so that their faces were only inches from one another.
Their eyes locked for a moment before leaning into a kiss. It was tender and innocent, filled with longing and desire. Ron couldn't help but smile as he felt Hermione's soft lips pressed against his; this moment was years in the making, he had imagined it over a thousand times, but the kiss was more than he had ever expected.
A loud tumbling sound shattered the moment and quickly brought them both back to reality. Hermione's eyes sprang open first, and she jumped back on instinct. Horror flooded both bodies as they watched the parts of the ceiling crash down onto him.
"RONALD! NO!" She screamed helplessly; rushing to the spot they had stood only seconds before.
He heard her voice and tried to cry out to her, but couldn't manage a response. Then slowly, everything went black.
Hermione was sitting on the chamber's cold, damp floor, slowly rocking herself back and forth with her face buried deep in her knees. She had managed to remove all of the stone that had fallen on Ron, but she was too shaken to produce any proper spells. The only thing that kept her from completely losing it was the small rising and falling of Ron's chest every few seconds.
He had been out for nearly three hours, and by the silence from above she figured the battle had come to an end.
Please don't take him from me, she silently prayed. Not yet, don't take him from us.
A small grunt escaped Ron's wounded body, and Hermione's head snapped up quickly. At first she thought it was her imagination, but slowly, another grunt came from the body two feet away from her.
Instantly Hermione jumped up and threw herself onto Ron. She rapped her arms around his neck and cried into his chest.
"Oh Ron, I was so worried. How could we have been so careless. I don't know what I would've done if I had lost you..." The rest of her sentence was drowned by her sobs.
Ron opened one eye, adjusting to the dim lighting. Slowly he allowed the other eye to open and noticed the young girl on top of him. He was puzzled as to why the girl was crying on him, and even more confused when she spoke his name. He managed the strength to sit up, gently trying to push the strange girl off of his chest.
"Erm..excuse me-" His voice was dry and raspy. He made a noise to clear it, causing the girl with the frizzy brown hair to loosen her grip and stare at him. She wore the same confused face he assumed he had.
"Ronald, what's-what's wrong?" Hermione asked cautiously. She inched away from him when she noticed the fear in his eyes.
" I, er...Do I-do we, know each other?" Ron asked as nicely as he could. The last thing he wanted to do was upset the girl, but he was unsure of how to respond to the incident.
"What?" She asked surprised. Fresh tears were threatening to escape at any moment as her mind began to figure out what was happening. He doesn't remember me...
"Do you not know who I am?" Hermione's voice cracked as she watched his expression change from fear to pity, confirming what she had suspected.
Ron rubbed the back of his head awkwardly; he was upsetting her and he didn't know what to do. Clearly she was mistaking him for someone else. Maybe one of my brothers? He wondered. The girl began to cry again, causing the situation to become more uncomfortable.
Ron stood up and reached out a hand to the crying girl. She looked at him; something in her eyes made him pull his hand back to his side. She looked at him with desperation. It was becoming too much, and he was feeling incredibly weak and strange as it was. He just needed to find his family, then he could help this girl.
"Do you happen to know where I could find my mum? Or anyone in my family?" He asked shyly. The girl just continued to study him and he felt pressured. What's her problem?
Hermione took a deep breath and rose to her feet. She closed her eyes and took one more deep breath before opening. He hit his head Hermione, of course he's confused. Just take him to his family, and everything will be fine in a few moments. He couldn't forget you forever, so stop fretting over silly things. Hermione told herself.
"Yes, I'll take you to them," She stated, extending her hand towards him.
He took it hesitantly, and kept his eyes focused away from her face. Hermione felt a bang in her heart at this gesture of discomfort, but shook it off.
"Alright, well follow me," she managed to say as she led the way back up to the Great Hall.
As they entered the Great Hall, Ron noticed the large group of Weaslys and relaxed a little bit. He studied his surroundings. You know where you are Ron, you're at Hogwarts. Try to remember. Why does everyone seem upset and hurt? Think hard Ron.
Ron's thoughts were cut off as he noticed the boy who was approaching them.
"HARRY POTTER?" Ron yelled.
Harry smiled as he quickened his pace to his two best friends. His grin grew as he took notice of the fact they were holding hands. FINALLY, he thought
Ron's face of excitement quickly changed to terror as Harry hugged him.
"Erm...what are you doing?" Ron asked as he pushed the boy off of him.
Harry was hurt, was Ron joking around or had something happened? He looked at Hermione and tried to read her eyes, but had no time to annalize it.
"I'm a big fan and all, but I'm not really the hugging type. I don't allow my mum to hug me, let alone a complete stranger. No offense.." Ron stated quietly.
Harry's eyes widened. He was still looking at Hermione, and she nodded as if to say 'The same thing happened to me when I tried. I'll explain later'. Tears once again sprung to her eyes, and Harry's heart broke for her. He knew she loved Ron more than anything else in the world, and to have him not have a clue of who she was was horrid.
Ron gently pulled his hand out of the girl's grip and starred at the two strangers. They were acting so...weird. Or maybe you're the one acting weird, Ron considered to himself. He shook his head. This was nonsense. He needed to talk to his family.
He took one last look at the famous Harry Potter, and the bushied haired girl and walked toward his family. He had managed to walk three feet when Ginny took notice of him and screamed. Every Weasley turned around and gasped as they saw him approach.
Ron became even more confused. Surely they were not looking at him so strangely. Before he could consider it, his mum engulfed him in a giant hug.
"Oh Ronald Weasley! Where have you been? We were worried sick. Oh Merlin, look at you. Are you alright?" She asked in a panic tone.
"Yeah mum, I think. My head hurts though, along with every other inch of my body."
He had not seen the girl and Harry walk up behind him and he was startled when his mother seemed to know them both.
"Oh Hermione! My poor thing! Are you alright? We were so worried about you and Ronald. I began to start thinking the worst had occurred..." Her voice cracked and tears leaked from her eyes.
Before Hermione could respond, Ron spoke.
"Mum, you know her?" Every Weasley stopped moving and looked at Ron to make sure they had heard correctly.
"Ron are you saying you don't know who she is?" Fred asked astonished.
"Yeah mate, you've fancied her for about 7 years now" George piped up.
Molly glared at them both. "Now Hush! This is serious! Ginny, dear, could you please go grab a healer? Quickly, Quickly. Come Ron, let's have a look. Take a seat. Please Ronald do not make me ask twice. Take a seat. You do have a rather large pump on your head now don't you. Ron, Ron, please stay focused. What all do you remember?"
Ron shrugged. What a ridiculous question to ask. He remembered everything. didn't he?
A crowd had formed around Ron as the healer appeared with Ginny. The healer, a tall, skinny man in his thirties examined and questioned Ron for forty-five minutes, making 'ah ha' and 'hmmm' noises with every response Ron gave.
"Well," He finally said. "It seems to me that this young man has Amnesia. I can't say how long it will last, or what all he has forgotten, but I do know that it depends souly on the case. Some forms are quite serious, while others last only a few days. The only thing I can suggest is slowly easing him back into things he does not remember. Have all important family members and friends around constantly, so he can readjust to it."
"Will his whole memory come back then?" Molly asked hopefully.
"I honestly can't say Miss, and I am very sorry that I can't. Some things he may never remember...only time will tell..." His voice trailed off.
As he walked away, Ron turned toward the girl again and watched as her eyes flooded themselves with tears and she leaned into Harry.
I know that this is rather short, but I didn't want to make it too long for the prologue. I needed something short to see if anyone was interested.
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