"Are you sure? What if she kidnaps you?" The boy asked, not seeming to care that Hermione could hear him.
"I think I'll be able to take her down." Ron told him.
"Be careful, Ethan." The girl said.
"If you aren't back in half an hour, we're calling the cops!" The boy said as Ron followed Hermione.
Hermione opened a heavy door, and they were alone in an alley. The only thing there was dumpsters to sit on.
"Okay, I want to know who you are. I want to know how you have this picture of me. And, come to think of it, why is it moving?" After getting over the near shock of Ron finding a picture of them together, he finally noticed they were moving, that Ron said something and Hermione was laughing.
Hermione took a deep breath. "Have you ever done anything…strange? And you can't seem to explain it?"
Ron thought for a moment. "Actually, I have. It was kind of like…magic."
"It was magic. The things you were doing, and the moving pictures." Hermione told him, and Ron laughed, although she had his attention. "You see, R-, er, Ethan, my name is Hermione Granger. I've know you since you were eleven years old."
"Preposterous!" Ron scoffed.
"Is it? I've just asked you if you can do magic, and you agreed. I have pictures of you and me together. I know your birthday. And it does help that we're both from England, and that's were you lived eighteen years of your life. Tell me, Ethan? Do you remember your childhood? Do you remember life before America?"
"No, not really." Ron confessed.
"Well, I do. I met you on the Hogwarts Express, going off to our first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Ron laughed. "Sorry, but did you say Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
"Oh, yes."
"That's not real!" Ron objected.
"But it is." Hermione said, taking out her wand. "You said you could do some magic things that you couldn't explain. You're a wizard, Ron, I mean, Ethan." Ron stared at her unblinkingly. "I'm a witch." She continued.
"Prove it." Ron snapped.
She pointed her wand at him. "Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron was lifted off his feet and into the air.
"What!? Ahhh! Get me down! Stop it! Stop it! Help! Help!" Ron screamed frantically as Hermione laughed. He just looked so cute, and his face was full of fear even though he was only be levitated. It was priceless and adorable.
"Only if you admit magic is real!" Hermione said, trying to hide her laughter.
"Okay, okay, it must be, now get me down!" Ron yelled and after Hermione made pillows appear on the ground out of thin air, she dropped Ron.
"Where did all these pillows come from?" Was the first thing he said.
"Magic." Hermione told him simply, giving him and hand to help him up.
"So can you make everything you want come out of that, wand?" Ron asked curiously.
"Almost anything." Hermione told him, loving his new interest in his past and in magic.
"How about a couple of chairs?"
Hermione made two squashy armchairs, like the ones that they used to sit in the Gryffindor Common room appear in front of him.
"Sweet!" Ron said, jumping in. "Nice and comfy."
"They were you're favorite at Hogwarts." Hermione told him, sitting in hers.
"Tell me more about Hogwarts!" Ron commanded. "And about myself, and why I don't remember it."
"You're name is, or was, Ron Weasley. You and I became best friends in our first year, along with Harry Potter. He's your best friend in the world." Here's a picture." She said, handing the one of the three of them to him. "I could tell you so many stories about all the adventures you, Harry, and I had, but that can wait until later. You do have a family. Your parents, Molly and Arthur Weasley, are alive and well."
"Really?" Said Ron, looking up from the picture.
"You have five brothers and one sister."
"No kidding?" Said Ron.
"Although, you're brother Fred died about a year ago. He was your age now."
"How sad." Said Ron. "Sorry I don't know him."
"He was great. He was hilarious. I have so many stories to tell you about him, but the best would come from his identical twin…George." Hermione sighed as she thought of Fred, because she missed him, and of George, because of how she broke his heart.
"Actually, I have a picture of me and George." Hermione said. She handed it to Ron.
"He does kind of look like me!" Ron exclaimed happily.
"Fred looked just like him." Hermione explained. "You're whole family had red hair and freckles."
"It's great that I'm learning about my family and all," Said Ron, still transfixed on the picture of George, "But how does this have to do how I don't remember them or you?"
"Well, Ron, after seven years of knowing you, you and I grew kind of…fond of each other." Hermione said, blushing.
"Well, I'd hope so, because according to you we were best friends!" Ron said.
"No, closer than that." Hermione said nervously, handing him another picture. "This was taken a year ago."
"Wow." Ron said, shocked, as he stared at the picture of him and Hermione kissing. "That kind of fond. Oh."
"So, around this time last year, you and I were on our first date. You went back to get something, and two masked men started attacking you."
Ron's look of humor and shock at the picture turned to fear.
"Everyone thought you had died. We had a body and everything. But obviously that's a copy. And now I know you're alive. The conclusion is the attackers put a memory charm on you, making you think you're Ethan Flanagan, and sent you to America, never to be seen or discovered as Ron Weasley again."
There was an awkward pause. Ron was lost in thought. "So, I'm really not who I think I am?" Ron said softly. "I'm not Ethan Flanagan, orphaned boy who recently moved to New York? I'm Ron Weasley, boy wizard, who has loving parents, and six siblings, who was attacked and forced to New York?"
"So it seems." Hermione sighed.
"Wow." He whispered. "I've got to go tell Jim and Maggie!" Ron stood up.