See my scars and know that I had my wounds

"Accio Brain!" Two words yet so much damage to his soul. Sometimes he would cry as he looked at the scars wrapping around his body, the raised lines that looked like burns. No magic could heal them; no healer in St. Mungos could make them disappear. His skin appeared to have been tortured though he couldn't remember any pain.

He sometimes joked that maybe his scar would be like Harry's and he would be able to see into people's minds.

No one found that practically amusing. Well neither did he but he didn't want them to know the anxiety he felt. Harry's would always give an awkward chuckle rubbing his head nervously, and Ron worried that he understood more than he realized.

When he first woke up in the hospital wing he had looked down at his arms as the memories came back and thought 'how will anything ever be the same?' Because scars might just be skin deep but they changed a hell of a lot of things. He had gone to sleep later that night and darkness swirled through him sinking hooks into his scars which still felt no pain. The memories came back then. At first he had thought he had passed out when the brains attacked him, now he wished that was true. He was experiencing memories; they were bursting from his scars.

His eyes followed the line of blood on the ground to the woman. He felt his face curve up into a smile and his hand hefted an object. He glanced down to see something like a Beater's bat but covered in spikes. He began to walk towards her and as he reached her, he heard the small whimpers and cries she was making.

"Please- please don't." She said her arm going up to protect her body but he swung the bat, spikes sinking into her skin and could feel it through the bat. How the spikes entered her skin like a spoon into ice cream and she screamed her eyes opening wide and he could see every part of her mouth. He pulled the bat back, pressing his foot against her arm when it stuck. He was grinning the entire time occasionally letting a chuckle out.

The next time he hit her in the face watching as a spike entered her eye socket and he roared in laughter.

Ron jerked up into a sitting position his mouth opened as he screamed, his voice endless no beginning and no end. Someone should be coming he though looking around but the darkness was still there. He felt something pulling at his arm and he lashed out.

"Ron! Ron wake up it's just a dream! Oh god!" A girl was screaming and he began to cry remembering how he had laughed as he hit the woman. "Wake Madame Pomfrey! Ron it's me! It's Hermione." He pushed away moving to tuck his head between his knees.

There was light peeking through the cracks between his eyelids and cheeks.

"I don't suppose you have an answer to what happened?" That was Hermione but her voice was full of anger and he was about to reply when someone else did.

"I can only guess Miss. Granger." That was Dumbledore his voice laced with regret.

"Well what is your guess?" She asked her voice still incredibly angry.

"I understand that you are upset-"

"Upset! UPSET!" She was screaming now and he could hear her tears. "I'm not upset I'm terrified that my best friend starts screaming in the middle of the night and tearing off his skin and can't be woken! I want some bloody answers!" Her voice dwindled at the end and he could feel the vibrations of her sobs where she was touching his bed.

"Shhh Hermione calm down, we'll fig-" Harry choked a little on his own tears before continuing, "We'll figure this out, okay." There was silence except for Hermione's sobs.

"I'm sorry Professor." She murmured softly.

"No apologies needed Miss. Granger." His voice was gentle and soothing, it seemed to calm everyone. "As I was saying I can only guess what has affected Mr. Weasley. But, I have looked into his injury and I believe that the brains when they attacked him transferred memories their memories into his mind."

"So you mean he's got someone else's memories?" Harry asked his voice dull.

"Not in the respect that you suggest Harry. I only mean that he now has some memories from the brains, he should have still retained his own." That 'should' hung in the air like a hundred pound weight. Ron quickly began trying to remember something, anything!

First year mum showed Harry how to get through…..

He couldn't remember the last part! He opened his eyes then and he heard Hermione gasp but he was trying to remember.

Fred and George had left the school this year because they were…..expelled?

He began panting for air his hands going to his head trying to squeeze the memories.

"I can't remember. Where are George and Fred?" He asked looking at Harry, whose mouth was opened in surprise.

"They left remember after Umbridge replaced Dumbledore as Headmaster, they used all their prank stuff, like the fireworks." Hermione said pulling the facts to give them to him. Slowly he relaxed.

"The ones that wrote swear words?" He asked and she nodded her hand going out to grasp his.

"Remember something else." Harry said scooting forward in his seat.

"Um….that girl kissed you under the mistletoe in the Room of Requirements." He said and Harry blushed.

"What did she look like?" Hermione asked urgently.

"You know." Ron said.

"Yes but do you?" She asked and Ron closed his eyes leaving just a crack for light to enter.

"Err…black hair….." He paused for a moment, "Asian. Harry fancied her forever-"

"Thanks for letting that one out mate." Harry muttered.

"Oh hush up." Hermione said her eyes still glued to Ron's face. "Can you remember her name Ron?"

"Give him a moment Miss. Granger, he just had a strenuous ordeal his mind is tired." Ron glanced over at Dumbledore and felt muscles he didn't know he was flexing relax. "Take your time Mr. Weasley." Ron nodded closing his eyes still leaving a crack.

"I can almost see it you know? Like its right there in front of me." He muttered in frustration. He took a deep breath closing his eyes completely trying not to panic and it was there written across the insides of his eyelids. "Cho Chang!" He shouted jubilantly and Hermione threw her arms around his neck.

"I don't believe that you have lost any of your memory." Dumbledore said smiling his eyes twinkling at Hermione's reaction. "Also these lapses should stop as you recover, which should only take a few days."

"Thank you Professor." Ron said and Dumbledore winked at him before rising and leaving.

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His memories returned yes but the others did not fade. He would lie awake too afraid to sleep because it wasn't like a nightmare. It was so much worse. It was these terrible things that had actually happened and they were replayed like he was committing them. He felt what they felt, thought what they thought. He had their desire to kill and torture. It was more terrible than anything he could ever have imagined.

There were times when he could barely sleep and that was when Hermione would sit with him.

Harry must have talked to her or maybe she just knew because as he was lying awake one night he heard the door creak and he sat up to see Hermione creeping towards him.

"Hey." She whispered as she slid onto his bed.

"Hey what are you doing here?" He asked looking around to make sure everyone was asleep.

"Oh I couldn't sleep." They both knew she was lying and he smiled slightly. They sat in silence Hermione with her knees pressed to her chest trying to watch him subtly. After a while she moved her hand over to his arm and pulled it across her lap lightly. She glanced up at him before rolling his sleeve up to his elbow. He watched her bite her lip and begin to cry softly letting the tears drop onto his scarred skin. She didn't say a word as she traced the lines with shaking fingers. Hermione slowly leaned down and began to kiss each mark and he tried to keep from shuddering as her warm lips caressed his cool skin.

She looked up at him before moving to unbutton his shirt pushing it off his shoulders and her lip began to bleed as she tried to keep her sobs silent but her body shook with the effort. Again she traced the lines as they curved around his biceps and around his abdomen. She stilled for a moment before pressing her lips to the base of his neck where a small lump had formed from two intersecting scars.

"I'm so glad you're okay." She murmured before pressing her face into the hollow at the base of his neck and he felt her tears sliding down his chest pooling in the lines of his stomach and he thought that things might just be alright.

A/N: Again the bold at the beginning is from the Harry Potter books copyright of J.K. Rowling. Hope you like this chapter it kinda ran away from me, I had it going to left and it went to the right that sort of thing. Anyways I enjoyed writing, so tell me what you think.

-Wonderwall