Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!
A/N: I wrote this for a couple (more like turd ton) of challenges. Takes place the summer before Harry's 6th year.
Raise a Witch/Wizard Challenge: June: Draco Malfoy, warm, tired
If You Dare Challenge: 435. All But Erased
Who? What? How? Challenge: Who?: Angelina Johnson; What?: Memory; How?:
Are You Crazy Enough? Challenge: 197. (feeling) confused
Packet of Prompts Challenge: (pairing) Fred Weasley/Angelina Johnson
Disney Character Challenge: Lumiere: a ladies man candlestick. Write about fire. Alt, write about Fred Weasley.
Harry Potter Chapter Challenge: The Pensieve - Write about a memory. Alternatively, write about someone seeing someone else's memory.
Twin Boot Camp Challenge: 33. Memories
Build a Zoo Challenge: Chimpanzee - Enclosure: The Burrow
He did the job well. Her memory was all but erased and she didn't even know who she was...
The fire's light dimmed, but the party continued albeit much softer now. Late one chilly fall night at the Burrow, a group of Gryffindors sat around a large bonfire pit with small flames that changed colors. The stars twinkled distantly above and the moon had peaked long ago. Dew was already beginning to wet the grass. Angelina Johnson and Fred sat furthest from the flames as they had an especially thick blanket around them. George and Katie Bell sat near them. To the right of the twins, Ron and Hermione leaned on each other with Harry on his own blanket. Hermione knitted mittens while they talked. Oliver Wood and Alicia Spinnet were closest to the fire, still roasting marshmallows over the remaining embers.
George threw another log into the pit then sat down next to Katie who wrapped their blanket around the two of them and huddled close.
"...and then I smacked the bludger to Crabbe," Fred said miming a swinging bat, "and knocked him right off his broomstick. Goyle tried to come at me on his broom, but I dodged him and he near spun off his broomstick." A collective giggle sounded at this. "Then, Harry caught the snitch and we won."
"Yeah, after you nearly hit me with a bludger five times," Angelina said giving Fred's arm a small tug.
"Because you kept trying to snog me!" Fred smirked and said coyly, "Not that I blame you. If I were a woman, I'd want to snog me too."
Angelina shoved him away and hit him with a pillow. Fred reached over to tickle her and began to wrestle her to the ground.
"Behave you two!" Mrs. Weasley called as she approached with a tray of cookies. "I've brought some treats for you all to share, then I'm off to bed. Unlike you children, I have places to be early in the morning." With a flick of her wand the plate left her hands and floated around the group pausing as each person grabbed a cookie or two.
"Yeah, children," George said giving a long meaningful look at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Can I go too?" Harry asked perking up from where he'd been pulling the grass out of the ground. "It's been a long day and night, and I can practically hear the bed calling to me." The feeble joke came out as almost a question.
Mrs. Weasley regarded Harry for a long moment. "Are you feeling ill? I could see about getting you some pepper-up potion if you'd like to stay with your friends?" The group had gone silent and observed Harry with concerned eyes.
Harry's shoulders bent lower until they were nearly on his knees. He kept his gaze down as he replied, "I'm fine. Just tired."
A breath was released as everyone relaxed at his reply. Except for Angelina who watched him intensely. Her whole body was stiff as a wooden board. Hermione stood up with a sympathetic smile and said, "let me walk you up." She held out her hand to help him up.
"No!" Harry shouted quickly, his head shooting up with wide eyes. Hermione's hand shot back as though stung by a wasp. The look dissipated into a grimace. "No. I'll have Mrs. Weasley to walk with me. What could possibly go wrong?"
Hermione backed up slowly with a nod and sat back down. Harry caught Angelina's curious look. He stared back, his eyes burning with a fire of their own until Angelina lowered her head. She breathed heavy as though the breath had been knocked out of her. The exchange didn't go unnoticed by the confused group. Harry stumbled to his feet and hurried back to the Burrow, tripping several times. Mrs. Weasley said, "I'll talk to him," and ran after him. "Don't be up too much later!"
Fred broke the silence. "What was that all about?" Everyone looked at Angelina who now had her head in her hands. Her shoulders began to shake. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked.
Angelina shook her head back and forth. "I can't- say-, I-I promised- I woul-dn't, I don-don't know- what to- do," she moaned through hiccupping sobs.
Hermione pulled a bottle out of her purse and brought it to the weeping girl. "Drink this." Angelina downed the potion without question. Her tears stopped instantly as she took a deep breath. "Now," Hermione prompted, "Tell us what's going on with Harry."
Angelina nodded. A faraway look came into her eyes. "It happened at Hogwarts this past year. I was just going out one evening to practice some of my Quidditch moves and saw Harry over on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He was standing there hunched over and it looked like he was... talking to someone. I went over to ask if he wanted to join me, but when I got closer I realized he wasn't speaking English... he was using Parseltongue. I asked what he was doing and when he turned around I-I saw... I saw..." She broke off, staring wide-eyed into space.
"What did you see?" Fred prodded.
Angelina looked at Fred surprised, as though she had forgotten he was there. "I'm not sure. It was probably nothing." She sighed and smiled around the group. "I think I'm going to head off to bed now too. It's cold, the fire's gone, and I want to talk with Harry to make sure I'm not overreacting before I scare you guys." Angelina gathered the pillow and blanket she had been sitting on. "Good night, everyone!"
"Wait!" Hermione and Fred called, but she didn't turn back.
Less than 15 minutes later they quenched the fire and everyone had gone inside to go to bed.
The next morning at breakfast, Angelina was mysteriously missing. Finally, Fred went up to check on her. The next thing they heard was frantic shouting, "Angelina? Where are you?! ANGELINA!" Everyone looked around the table at each other confused. Fred came running down the stairs and breathing hard.
"She's gone."
A/N: Dun, dun, DUN! What happens next? Will I continue the story? Is Angelina alive? Is she hurt? What happened to her? I honestly don't know either. BUT I will figure it out if I get enough positive reviews! So tell me, children, would you like more? Thank you as always for reading and reviewing! I'll see you next time.