What Happens When You Forget
Welcome back, everybody! It is currently almost eleven, and I should be asleep because I have school tomorrow, but I decided I wanted to write a HP fic. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while, and I'm finally doing it! This story is going to have two chapters: one that takes place shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts, and the other takes place in the 19 years later. I hope you all like this story!
Even his bright orange room seems dimmer than usual. It was a bit like if a dementor came and sucked its soul right out, Ron thought, surveying the curtains.
He had first decorated his room like this at age six, when Arthur took him and the twins to a Chudley Cannons match. Even when the day was the worst, the radiant orange had always reminded him of his favorite Quidditch team and cheered him right up.
However, today, Ron sits on his bed and looks at the orange with disdain and disgust, like one might look at a particularly nasty dog.
Though Ron was about to throw up, the brightly colored walls gave him something to focus on, other than the past events. Every time he closed his eyes, pictures and memories raced through his brain, like trying to see which one would cause him the most agony.
He stares at the walls until he can't take it anymore, and finally closes his eyes, just for a few seconds, nine or ten, maybe.
In those ten seconds, Fred's face freezes in an open, carefree laugh, Tonks' face is screwed up in concentration as she attempts to change her hair a different color.
Colin Creevy's excited face pokes out from behind his camera and Lupin howls at the moon.
Ron quickly wrenches his eyes back open, not being able to take any more of this torture.
So far, his only sense of comfort is Hermione. She'll cry onto his shoulder, and then they'll switch the next day.
Harry has been distant, barely talking to anyone and staying hidden from prying eyes. Ask him a question, and he'll more than likely mumble a quick one-word answer to his shoes.
His whole family is still trying to get over Fred, quenching any reminder they have of him. Once, Molly made George stay in his room an entire day, just so she wouldn't have to see the haunted face of her long-gone son.
On top of all of this, Hermione is going back to Hogwarts.
Normally, Ron might have accepted an extra year at one of his favorite places on Earth, probably would have been thrilled by it. But now? With all the memories lurking around corners? He had no idea how she would do it.
Of course, he would still see her on Hogsmeade weekends, where they would go and grab a drink of butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, and the tension was momentarily lifted from his shoulders.
But where would he be without her? Alone.
And so, he tries to forget, staring at his orange bedroom.
But at the same time, he's not sure if that would ever be possible.
Second and final chapter hopefully coming soon! Keep your fingers crossed!
