Losing my mind
Ron Weasley, is now 23 and has no knowledge of the wizarding world anymore. What happens when he is framed for a murder he didn't commit and thrown back into the wizarding world?
7/11
Chapter Seven: A Weasley family Reunion
Ron blinked. "Clancy!?"
Clancy frowned. "What are you doing here Ron?"
"I came to get some things." Ron explained.
Clancy looked over his shoulder, and then whispered. "The cops are inside looking around. There is no way you can get in here unnoticed."
Ron looked towards Harry with a look of disgust. "This is just great, how the heck are we going to get the key now."
Someone peered over Clancy's shoulder. It was Marcus. "Hey Ron." he said, in a low voice.
Ron nodded to him.
"What did you want?" Clancy asked quickly.
"My keys." Ron replied.
Clancy and Marcus looked at him as if he had just signed his death warrant.
"You came here, risking your life...for your key's?" Marcus almost yelled.
Clancy turned his attention towards Harry with a curious look. "Your Harry Potter are you not?"
They all looked towards Clancy in shock.
"I am, but we really need Ron's key's." Harry pleaded.
Clancy nodded. "I don't think you did it Ron, but the others aren't so sure."
"We'll get your key's but you have to promise you won't come back here after that."
Ron smiled and nodded. "Thanks you two,"
"Hide yourselves." Clancy hissed.
Ron and Harry looked around and found an alleyway in which they went and stood always looking across the street at the house for Clancy or Marcus.
"You really have found some good friends." Harry said, as they waited.
"You think that now. Clancy is addicted to coffee, and Marcus is depressive." Ron said, leaning against the brick building.
"But they risk their jobs to get you something as simple as your key's."
Ron didn't say anything but he knew that Harry was right. They really were reliable friends. Whenever he was in trouble they were always there to pull him threw. But how would they react if he told them he was able to do magic? Would they tell everyone? Would they accept him? Most likely not.
He was playing with his broom when he heard two sets of feet rushing towards them. Clancy and Marcus turned the corner and were breathing heavily.
"You owe us big Ron." Marcus said, throwing the keys at the red head.
"Now get out of here," Clancy yelped. "I think they saw us leaving."
Ron nodded his thanks to them then mounted the broom, not even thinking, and the two of them took off into the air. Below they could hear Marcus cursing and screaming about what the hell had just happened, but Clancy just stood silent.
Hermione looked up from the owl she had just reserved to Harry and Ron. Ron was looking proudly at her as he held out the keys and set his broom against the wall.
She smiled. "Wonderful."
Harry quickly told her everything that had happened and she seemed stressed that Ron hadn't taken into account both Marcus and Clancy being muggles, but she stayed silent.
"What's that?" Ron asked, pointing towards the letter.
"Oh, " the grin returned to her face. "Your mothers found out you were alive from Fred and George yesterday. She wants us to come to the Burrow tonight."
"My...my mother?" Ron questioned, looking at Harry's smiling expression.
"Yes. Molly Weasley. I was thinking we could travel by Floo powder there if that's alright with you." Hermione said quickly.
Ron looked longingly at his broom but just nodded his yes.
"Well, I suppose I should be off. The ministry wanted me to fill some sheets before I travel to Taiwan. I'll see the two of you later." Harry said, turning to leave.
"Harry..."
Harry turned towards Ron. "Yes?"
"I-I just wanted to say thanks." Ron replied.
Harry shook his head. "It's alright Ron, what are friends for."
Then Harry disappeared with a pop noise. Ron's eyed the place he had disappeared from with great interest.
"What the hell was that?"
"He Apprated." Hermione explained. "It's a form of travel but I don't think your ready for that just yet."
"I see." Ron said, walking back towards the table and sitting down. "When are we leaving to see my...mother?"
"I was thinking we could leave right away she said that your brothers were at the Burrow as well so everyone will be there this afternoon."
Licking his lips Ron nodded. "And by.... Floo Powder again?"
"It's the easiest."
"Then lets get going." Ron exclaimed standing up once again.
Hermione smiled and walked towards the fireplace. Once both Ron and her were in she grabbed the grayish powder and flung it to their feet shouting the words 'the Burrow'.
Floo powder always had this power over Ron causing his stomach to wrench and making him just want to stop moving even though he really wasn't moving at all. It was like a rollercoster ride and all he wanted to do was not go on it. Hermione didn't seem to be in the slightest bit of pain from the ride though; she was standing calmly beside him when they arrived at their destination.
Stepping out of the fireplace, Ron brushed his clothes of the dust and looked around. The so-called Burrow was quite the place. It was as if the whole area had been slapped together after a tornado. Hermione stepped out of the fireplace and stood beside him. There wasn't anyone around but Ron started to wonder if it had something to do with his so called 'twin brothers' inventions.
"This way." Hermione said, leading him around the table of the living room and towards what looked like a kitchen. The kitchen had to be the cleanest area but there was flour everywhere on the counters and the smell of apples hung in the air.
Ron turned towards the table that sat in the middle of the room there was a man sitting there looking over what seemed to be a report and crossing things off ever so often with a quill. His hair was bright red and curls hung down to almost his neck. He was wearing a pair of glasses that kept sliding off his nose and needed to be pushed up. After a second or so Ron spoke up.
"Hello?"
The man looked away from his reports to see who had just spoken.
Hermione smiled at him. "Hello Percy."
Percy sat in the chair in shock. He didn't know what to say, more then less do something. Ron was alive and standing in the kitchen it was as if he were dreaming this whole situation in his mind. Was his brother really standing just right in front of him or was this just a hallucination?
"Ronald?" he asked stunned.
Ron grinned, "I suppose…I prefer just Ron though."
Percy jumped from his seat and bolted out of the kitchen without any warning, leaving the papers scattered on the table. Hermione smiled towards Ron then took a seat, gathering the papers back into a pile for Percy.
They stood in silence while Ron looked around. The house wasn't as he expected, it had a more cozy feeling to it.
"No way, Ron!"
The two turned towards the voice to see another man standing in the doorway. He had his bright red hair pulled into a ponytail and what looked like a shark tooth for an earring. Ron was clueless as to why the man would want something that big hanging from his ear but he shrugged it off.
"Dad get in here quick!" The man yelled.
It was as if in a blur. Ron watched as a whole load of red haired people fell into the small kitchen. The only women came right up to him crying her eyes out, hugging and kissing him tightly. Ron didn't know what to make of her, but it was obvious that she was his mother.
Hermione stood up and approached the two of them.
"Mrs. Weasley…he's…. he doesn't remember any of you." Hermione tried to explain. "He lost his memory."
The women let go of Ron and her tears seemed to change from ones of happiness to unhappiness as she looked at him sadly.
"Don't you remember me Ron?"
Ron shook his head. "I don't remember any of you."
Hermione bit her lip as Arthur Weasley rested a hand on his wife's shoulder.
"I suppose the twins neglected to tell you that." Hermione sighed. "I would have known."
Molly smiled weakly. "Well…I'm Molly Weasley, your mother," she explained, and then pointed to the man who had run in with the shark earring. "This is Bill your oldest brother, then Charlie, I'm sure you already found out this is Percy, and Arthur…your father."
Smiling, Ron held out his hand to the man she had named his father. Reluctantly the man shook his hand. Ron figured it must have been awkward to just be shaking the hand of your son, but no one else seemed to notice anything different.
"I was actually just about to make some lunch dears," Molly explained, rushing around Ron towards the oven. "I bet your hungry."
"A little. Harry and I spent the whole morning trying to get my keys back." Ron explained, pulling out a seat and sitting down.
The spent lunch eating what appeared to be grill cheese sandwiches but Ron could have been wrong. This world was different then anything he had known. Arthur filled him in on what had happened to Voldemort after the final battle and how they didn't know if he was dead or not.
"So your telling me the reason I can't remember anything is because I jumped in between Harry and him at the last second?" Ron questioned.
"You always were a nut," Bill said. "Though, it's probably because Harry and you were such good friends. You just felt you had to do something that stupid."
Ron frowned lifting his hand to his head. "I just wish I could remember all that."
Molly looked heartbroken when she saw him strain to remember things he just wouldn't be able too.
"Perhaps we should get off the subject," Hermione suggested, standing up. "Ron might like to see his room."
Molly's face immediately lit up. "Of course."
Standing up, Ron took one last look at the family before following Hermione up the wooden steps. It felt odd to have to see his room like this. Following someone that didn't even life with the family. She knew more about his life then he did and that was something that just seemed to irritate him. Up another set of stairs he looked at the walls. Filled with more moving pictures of the family. Some framed, some drawn.
Smiling, Ron followed her through a door and into a brightly lit Orange room. A pair of cloths were set out on the bed ready to be worn. Posters of people riding on brooms set up every which way as well as a bright Orange bed spread containing the words 'Quidditch' and 'Chudley Cannons'.
"This is it," Hermione whispered, looking back towards him. "I'll be back in a second."
Ron nodded as she left. So this was his room when he was younger. He must have had a thing for the color Orange. Walking further in the room, he looked at all the drawings and pictures he had put up. Mostly of people riding brooms, a few of Harry. Then he noticed a picture in the corner, set just beside his bed. Hermione, Harry, and himself were in it along with a few other boys and a red haired girl. One looked oddly familiar but he couldn't think of who it was, everything just fogged up….
"Get out of my way Ron! I don't want to have to deal with your stupidity."
"What are you on about? I didn't do a bloody thing. You're the one that's snogging my girlfriend."
"She's not your girlfriend."
"Practically is. Why don't you go and bug Lavender for a change."
"Shut up!"
"Stay away from Hermione!"
"Make me…."
He was in darkness. A single boy looking at him and glaring, so much hatred in his eyes that Ron figured something horrible must have happed in the past to him. Then he saw himself with Harry and Hermione on the opposite side. Wands held ready as the other group had.
"Your foolish boy. Nothing can stop it once it has begun."
A laugh.
"Bloody hell. I'm sick of this, we have to do something." Ron heard himself say.
A boy just behind him pushed past fiercely and ran over towards the others.
"Seamus!"
Hermione's voice.
"What are you doing?" Harry looked frantic.
"I'm going to kill you Ron…. Ron…. Ron…"
"…Ron!"
Ron opened his eyes to see Percy standing over him. He blinked several times trying to clear his eyes of black spots. His hand went up to his head as he remembered everything like a movie was being fast-forwarded.
"Are you alright?" Percy questioned, kneeling down and helping him to sit up.
Ron looked at him for a second. "I'm fine." He muttered.
Percy didn't look to convinced but let it pass. "What did you do."
"What?" Ron glared at him. He had automatically thought Ron had done this to himself? Why would he do something like that?
"Hermione left you to talk with mother and I came up here to get something. You were passed out on the floor when I walked past the door. Of course it could be some sort of illness but I highly doubt that seeing as you don't have a fever or anything so I deci…."
Ron had already stood up and was walking out the door, by the time Percy came out with a reasonable answer. Heading down the stairs he tried to figure out what had just happened in his mind. Was that something that had happened? Or was it something that he had just made up?
Molly and Arthur were sitting down at the table discussing something with Hermione when Ron entered the room.
"Hermione, can I talk to you in private?" he asked.
She looked at him curiously but agreed. The two of them walked out of the burrow and into the garden.
"Who is…who is Seamus?" he asked after a second of silence.
"Seamus?" She seemed in thought for a second. "He was in your dormitory while we were at Hogwarts together."
"He loved you didn't he."
Hermione's face seemed to darken at the thought. "He had an obsession with me for a bit. Turned to Voldemort for a while but after you…supposable died he went back straight giving out information on deatheaters and Voldemort himself. He works for the Quibbler currently. It's a nonsense newspaper…." She stopped talking for a moment as if suddenly realizing something.
"The paper…it said you were back, but you didn't kill Harry's Aunt did you?"
Ron shook his head. "That's why I'm staying with you remember. I was framed."
"…The date on the print though…it was the day before… Ron. He knew about that murder before it happened." Hermione's eyes widened.
A/N: Finally some time to get back to my fan fiction. If everything goes well this story should be finished within a few days. I just took a break to get my ideas in order and everything. Sorry to everyone that really liked it. I didn't mean to quit. I really didn't. But my muse left me...sniffles and I finally found a new one. So I'm hoping to get back on the roll with this story. I'm dedicating this chapter too...Clancy. Heh. My friend, his father just died a few days ago. Clancy I hope you cheer up and start to drink your coffee again.
TBC
