It Seems Wrong to be Happy

Explanations Part 1

Ron and Hermione sat in an old musty classroom, while Ron tried to explain where he's been for the past 2 and a half years.

"You have to be patient with me for the moment, it's kind of hard to say this..."

"Just take your time, Ron, I'm not going anywhere." Ron stood up from the chair that he was sitting in and started walking around the classroom, while he started to explain.

"Well, the day that I, ya know, died, I thought that I really was a goner. That's why I told you-- told you I loved you." Hermione immediately noticed the -ed in *loved* but kept listening. "Well, I don't completely understand this whole thing but from what I gather, the easiest way to say this was- I was but I *wasn't* dead.

"See, after I shut my eyes, I figured that was when I died, but in reality I was kind of, unconscious or in a deep sleep or something. The way that he explain it was-"

"Who's 'he'?" But Ron kept going.

"The way he explained it was like in the muggle Romeo and Juliet thing- it seemed to everyone that Juliet was dead, but really, her breathing slowed so much you couldn't see her chest rise and fall. That's what happened to me." He was trying to gesture with his hands, while walking around the classroom. But Hermione still looked a little confused.

"That's not the main thing I guess... Well, all of a sudden I woke up, and my first thought was 'either heaven or hell' but ti wasn't. I was in the Ministry of Magic's 'secret' hospital wing. I didn't know why I was there, I could of been taken into Hogwarts hospital wing, and that would of been faster. But there I was. And the people around me didn't seem to care that I woke up.

"So I looked around for a minute, and I saw some familiar faces. I saw Fudge, sadly to say, and I saw some other people that my dad had talked about or brought to The Burrow for meetings or something. Anyway, when they saw that I woke up, they called someone else in, mind you I was under some drugs or something because I didn't see any mouths moving but I heard a bunch of talking." Hermione kind of smiled at this. "So, I was surrounded by a bunch of strange people, and they were talking bout me like I wasn't there. When I finally spoke up, I guess it shocked them that I was speaking so soon or something. But my guess was I was slurring because after a while they stopped listening to me." Hermione didn't interrupt Ron at all during this, because he looked like he was fighting to remember, so she sat quietly and watched him pace across the room.

"Well, I'm not sure what meetings they had or what not, but some one put em under a heavy sleeping spell, and when I woke up, I was at my Durmstrang dormitory, with no memory, no feelings, no anything."

"Durmstrang?" Hermione finally spoke up. "What were you doing there?"

"At the time I didn't know. Actually, I didn't know much of anything." He threw her his famous lop sided grin and continued, "all I knew, was that I was attending school there for the first time. While this time, I didn't know anything about the war, being a part of it at least, so I thought it would seem pretty stupid if I went up to a teacher and asked." He slowed his pacing, but didn't quite stop. "So the only thing I could do was go through the stuff that I had there and *try* to find out who I was. And what I found didn't help me any."

He paused and took something out of his bag {it's been there the whole time!} He took out a small book, and handed it to Hermione. "This was the first thing I found. It had my birth papers, which I wasn't sure were there, and my class schedule. My name was listed as Joshua L. Grint, where they got that wacky name from I'm not sure, so that's what I figured my name was.

"I didn't think there was anything wrong with me, about loosing almost all of my memory, so I started school like the rest. What I didn't understand, is why I was at Drumstrang. I didn't have an accent like the others, so I knew that I immediately didn't belong. There was one other kid with no accent, but it wasn't like mine either. He was from the States, far away from San Diego California or something, anyway, he wasn't like the rest either." Ron stopped for some reason and was lost deep in thought. Hermione had a worried look, but soon hew as talking again.

"No one seemed to treat me different, I was just another student to them I guess. Except for one professor. He always kept watching me, always protecting me from something that wasn't there. He taught flying lessons, we were in advanced by the time I got there but-" he just shrugged. "Anyways, he was always looking after me, and one day I finally asked him about it one day after class."

Okay- sorry that I had to cut this short, but I thought it would be easier reading. So I'll post the rest later ^_^ hope you liked it! Please review!

One-And-Only-Unclonable-Authentic-Ron-Lover-For-Life,
Taya J Weasley