Chapter 4
It seemed that Harry had merely passed out because of the energy it had taken to kill Voldemort. Since I had apparated soon after he'd fallen, I never saw him get back up. I'd been on the run all these months for no reason. Harry had laughed at me and said that I should give him more credit. I know Ron would have laughed too, and commented on my lack of trust.
I reunited with the rest of the Weasleys' and moved in. Molly scolded me for leaving, but welcomed me back. I shared a room with Ginny. Harry was living in Ron's room. He had moved in with them because he wanted to be there for the Weasley's' after their loss. He also had been spending time helping Andromeda Tonks raising Teddy. He said he was taking his role of godfather seriously. Once I'd been back a few weeks, Molly ended up surprising me with something.
"There are people to see you, dear," she told me.
"Who?" I asked. I'd been reading in the living room when she'd come to me.
"Come outside," she told me.
I followed her and from the door and I could see 4 people. Two were in doctor's robes from St Mungo's. The other two, were my parents. I froze on the spot.
"Keep going," Molly said. She ended up having to push me forward. I slowly walked toward them, that desire to run was back. Molly stopped me just a few feet from them.
We all stood in silence. Molly tried to mind her own business on the sidelines. The doctor's whispered encouragingly to my parents. They looked at me and I sheepishly looked back. I knew Molly had had St. Mungo's track my parents down. The hospital did have a wing that specialized in people who'd lost their memories. But there was no way they'd remember me. But I thought I might as well take a chance. They were here after all.
"Mom?" I said. "Dad?" Something seemed to ripple through both of them. My father stared wide-eyed at me like something had occurred to him. My mother looked like she was working something over in her head. But then both of their faces were blank again.
"I told you they weren't ready yet, Mrs. Weasley," one of the doctor's said.
"It was worth a try," Mrs. Weasley told them, rubbing my shoulder. The doctors both looked at me, one of them looked like he felt bad for me.
"We'll keep trying, miss," the other one said. "But we've yet to have anyone entirely regain their memory."
"I know," I said to them. But no level of understanding could relieve my pain. The St. Mungo's doctors led my parents away. There was a car in the drive. Not only did they not remember me, they had no idea of the magical world's existence. They had a long way to go. I turned and went back inside. I saw Harry sitting at the kitchen table reading over a letter.
"I can't believe this," Harry said, not looking up from the letter.
"What?" I asked him in a broken voice.
"I just got a job at the ministry," he told me.
"That's great!" I responded more cheerfully this time. I was happy for him. I know he'd really been hoping for an auror position. There were still death eaters out there to capture.
"Looks like you got a letter too," Harry told me. He tossed another envelope toward my side of the table. I reached for it tentatively, and after taking a deep breath, I opened it.
The ministry offered me a job in magical law enforcement. They'd been intrigued by my experience with the memory charm. But after what I'd been through I didn't want to use it ever again. I got a desk job with them, along with working in the Department for the regulation and control of magical creatures. I would have loved to go back to Hogwarts to complete my 7th year, but I knew I'd learned more in the last year and a half than I'd ever learn there.
I'd become a more powerful witch, learned the pain of extreme loss, and now Harry and the Weasleys' were helping me move on. I still missed Ron and my parents, I always would. But I know they'd want me to be happy. I did want to be happy. I promised myself I would be one day.
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