Ron's life was becoming more hectic due to the planning of his wedding. He and Hermione had decided that they were to be married at Hogwarts, where they both, for the most part, had been happiest.
Percy and Audrey had had their child: a girl named Molly, after the Weasley mother. Mrs. Weasley was honored, and cried when her son told her they had named their child after her.
George and Angelina were pregnant with their first child. By now, Ron felt like he was an expert uncle.
Luna Lovegood and her boyfriend Rolf were engaged. They were due to be married three months after Ron and Hermione, right after they came home from their honeymoon in France.
The day of Ron and Hermione's wedding was approaching quickly. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley were now more irritable more than ever, which made Ron slightly glad to be rid of them when he was told he had to go on a two-day mission with Harry.
The Patronus of Kinsley Shacklebolt had made its way into Ron and Hermione's flat at two in the afternoon. Hermione had been in the kitchen, talking rapidly with Mrs. Weasley about the wedding invitations. Ron had been in the living room with Harry and Neville, listening to the Chudley Cannons' game on the wireless. The Patronus had come flying in the window, startling everyone. The silver, vapory lynx spoke to Ron and Harry:
"Death Eaters have attacked London. Need backup."
The lynx evaporated and Hermione's eyes had drifted onto Ron and Harry. Ron shot off the sofa and approached Hermione.
"I want to come with," Hermione had said.
Ron had immediately denied her. "No," he said flatly, "No way am I letting you come with. You're not even an Auror."
Hermione hadn't argued with him after that, and Ron suspected because he had spoke the truth when he had said she wasn't an Auror. She had fallen into his arms and squeezed the life out of him, and Ron hoped this wasn't the last time he was going to see her. He kissed her deeply before letting go of her reluctantly. He kissed and hugged his mother while Hermione said goodbye to Harry. He embraced Hermione one last time and kissed her head before Harry tugged him away. Before he knew it, he had Disapparated with Harry into London.
Now, he was hexing every Death Eater in sight with Harry fighting behind him. The streets of downtown London were in absolute chaos. Death Eaters were everywhere. The innocent people who had simply come to London to shop for a few necessities were being cursed, tortured, and killed. In front of Ron's eyes, the Muggle and wizarding world were being ripped apart…again.
Now back to back with Harry, Ron heard his best friend's voice over the crackling of the hexes coming out of the numerous wands.
"Oi, mate!" Harry yelled before Stupefying a Death Eater.
"What?" Ron asked, kicking another aside and Stunning him.
"D'you think after we defeat these people we could get a drink at the pub?"
Ron laughed; he knew Harry was, by now, so used to fighting Death Eaters that they could have a perfectly normal conversation in the middle of a battle.
"I'm getting married, mate!" Ron yelled. "Hermione would kill me if I came home late, especially after a battle!"
Harry laughed while jinxing another Death Eater.
The battle continued, and Ron and Harry fought for everything: their lives, their worlds, and their girls...
Harry entered Ron and Hermione's flat late that night to find Neville, Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley all still there waiting for him. When Hermione saw him lugging Ron over his shoulder, she immediately got up from her place on the sofa to help.
Ron was unconscious, his face grimy and his robes dirty with dust. Hermione and Harry worked together to carry him to the sofa. They gently set him down and Hermione swooped down on her knees to examine his face.
"What happened?" Mrs. Weasley asked Harry softly. Hermione jumped. She had completely forgotten of the others' presence.
"I don't know," Harry said honestly. "I turned my back for five seconds and I found him like this in the middle of the battle. He was still breathing and I tried every countercurse I could think of to wake him up, but…" he trailed off and gestured to Ron in a helpless manner.
Hermione placed her hand on Ron's chest; it was still rising steadily. A wave of relief hit Hermione and made her whole body go weak. He was still alive.
"I think we should take him to St. Mungo's, just in case," Hermione said.
Harry nodded and together, they lifted Ron off the sofa…
Ron woke in an unfamiliar room. He had absolutely no idea how he had gotten there or what had happened the last time he was awake. The strangest thing was that a young woman with bushy brown hair sat on the side of his bed, squeezing his hand. He could not recall ever seeing the girl before, but somehow, he knew she was in his memory somewhere…
The girl jumped upon seeing that he was awake. She swooped down upon him and hugged him tightly. "Ron! I'm so glad you're alright!"
Ron. That seemed to be the only thing he could remember, his own name. He knew he was Ron Weasley and that was all.
The girl was still clinging to him and he wasn't sure how to react. "Er – who are you?"
The woman quickly let go and looked into his eyes. He knew those eyes. He had seen those eyes before…
"Ron, it's me," the girl said. "D'you – d'you not remember me?"
Ron shook his head, simply overwhelmed with this whole situation. The girl's eyes widened and she sat up facing him again. "Ron, it's me, it's Hermione. We've been best friends for over ten years."
Ron racked his brains, trying to find some sort of reference to her name. Hermione. He liked the name.
The woman named Hermione got up and told him she would be right back, before leaving the room. Ron watched her go. From where he sat in his bed, he could see Hermione and another man he could not recognize outside the open door.
"What's wrong with him?" Ron heard the girl named Hermione ask the man. "He can't remember anything!"
"Miss Granger, the spell that hit him was a Memory Charm. It seemed to wipe his memory clean and Stupefied him at the same time. It was Dark Magic, and we had trouble finding out what it was at first."
The young woman seemed to have trouble comprehending what the man had just said. "So what does that mean…is he ever going to have his memory back?"
"It will come back to him in time," the man said. "We have yet to find a counterjinx to fix a Memory Charm this powerful. There's only one way to cure Mr. Weasley.
"You'll need to surround him with familiar things. For a curse this potent, it usually takes up to three months for him to get his memory back."
The girl named Hermione had sank into a nearby chair and started sobbing into her hands. "We – we were going to be married in a months' time!" she cried. "How is he going to marry me if he doesn't know who I am?"
Ron gaped. He was planning to get married? He wished he could remember his life...
As he watched the girl sob, another man, this one very dark-haired with glasses, came into view and embraced the woman. "What's wrong with him?" the man asked Hermione.
"He can't remember anything! His entire memory has been wiped blank and they say it won't come back to him in three months!"
The man's eyes widened and Ron noticed how green they were. A feeling of familiarity stirred in the back of his mind…
The two men led the sobbing girl named Hermione away from the room. Ron lay back down and turned his back to the door. He didn't feel at all tired, for his mind had gone into hyper speed, struggling to remember who these people were…
Ron woke again to soft whispers he heard directly next to him. He opened his eyes to see the girl he had learned to be named Hermione talking quietly with the dark-haired man. They both looked at him anxiously, upon seeing him awake.
The woman named Hermione got up from her seat a few feet away and kneeled at his bedside. "Ron, d'you – d'you know who you are?"
Ron frowned at this question. "Er – Ron Weasley."
The girl nodded. "Ron, I'm Hermione, and – " she got up once again and pulled the dark-haired man to his feet, who had been sitting in the corner. "This is Harry, Ron. We've all been best friends for almost eleven years. D'you remember any of this?"
Ron once again racked his brains and slowly shook his head, unable to remember the Hermione girl or the man named Harry. Hermione looked deeply disappointed, and Ron wished he could tell her he remembered her.
Ron couldn't stop staring into the girl Hermione's eyes. They were a very familiar brown shade…He felt like he was safe just by staring into her eyes…They were both so oddly familiar...
"I'm sorry, I can't remember," Ron said. "I wish I could."
Ron hung his head in shame. He watched Hermione and Harry leave and wondered if he would ever remember them.
Ron stayed in the hospital for a week, the familiarity floating vaguely in and out of his brain. Harry and Hermione came in to visit him every day, and his feeling of recognization grew stronger every time he saw them. Another group of people came into his room regularly also. Two of them said they were his parents, and a large amount of people claimed to be his siblings. These people hung hazily in his mind, but Harry and Hermione, due to the familiarity he felt around them, were the two people he felt safest with.
One day, Ron woke up in the hospital again and saw Hermione's eyes staring back at him like always, Harry at her side. And suddenly, everything was coming back to him. Harry and Hermione were his best friends…they had saved each other's lives on numerous occasions…he had grown up with six siblings…and he was marrying Hermione in a month…
"Harry, Hermione, I - I remember!" he exclaimed.
Harry and Hermione beamed, and Ron finally felt like he knew who he was.